Compass Needle: MPHFPC

They thought it was all over, they thought they had won, they thought that they were safe, but it is only the Beginning. MPHFPC


7. Seven

I hadn’t seen my parents in days, they had locked themselves in their room and hadn’t come out since Miss Peregrine and the others had saved me from going to that stupid mental asylum. They would occasionally poke their heads out of the door way and take a look around but would quickly go back into the safety of their bed room.

I didn’t really care at first but then terrible thoughts began to form (Thanks to Enoch) and I began to worry. They didn’t have any food or water or a bathroom, what were they to do in there for all that time, sit and slowly eat at their waste (another thought of Enoch’s) it sounded so stupid but when my parents were in a condition like this anything could have been possible.

It was hard to concentrate as I drove to school with a car full of peculiar children in the back. Emma noticed that I was uptight and place a warm hand on my leg for comfort. I dropped of Olive and Claire at the junior school and Enoch actually threw their bags out the car window, what a jerk. Olive kicked the door with her boot and I knew that there was a massive dent in the side of the car but I didn’t care, I had too much to worry about.

Once I had finally found a park we casually strolled of into the school, the hallway was full of excited children rushing to classes and talking shit about their family. Just to keep us all connected we had to link arms, which does sound stupid but we honestly had no other choice, there were so many kids that we would have gotten lost before we had even taken a chance to look around. We walked around like some type of human chain, zig zagging through the crowd, constantly bumping into people or tripping over our own feet. We did eventually reach the other side but there was one thing, we had lost Enoch. It wasn’t that bad, I mean no one like him but we couldn’t just leave him to drown (metaphorically but I wish it was real). We called out his name a couple time but there was no response and that was really all we could do, we weren’t going back into the crowd so we just walked off acting like nothing had happened.


I only had three classes with Emma but had Enoch and Millard (who just followed me around in the nude) in every other class. I sadly had English first, don’t get me wrong, I love writing and everything, it’s the teacher I hate. Miss Volar, a chubby woman in her mid-60s that still believed in the cane and was shitty that she couldn’t use it. No one liked her and she didn’t like anyone but herself so it was a win, win situation.

You could hear a ‘Snap, Crackle, Pop’ noise slowly growing in the distance and you knew that the beast was coming. A large and extremely ugly woman came in with a sour look on her face, she looked like she had just eaten a bitter lemon or just licked her rotting teeth. She muttered something under her breath and sat down in her seat, it made an ear piercing screech, struggling under her weight.

 “Let’s get something straight” she began in her demon like voice “My name is Miss Volar, not Miss, not Miss V and defiantly not Miss Volcano, the last student that called me that got suspended. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes Miss Volar” the class groaned.

“Good. Know shut up as I do the roll. Savannah Jones?”


“Tomas Clark?”


“Ymeene Evans ”


(Short time later)

“Lily Potter?”


“Enoch O’Conner?” there was silence. “Enoch” still nothing “Eno-” Enoch flounced into the room, slamming the door open. “And who the hell ar-” Enoch then dramatically rips off a cape (don’t ask me where he got it from) and tossed in onto a student in front of him. “What do you-”

“I . . . . . am Enoch” He puts on a dark look and stomps over towards the back.

“Well, Enoch” Miss Volar says dramatically “Do you think I will allow a little shit like you to come into my class five minutes late and just act like everything is normal” she forms her hands into fists and scowls at him, he just smirks.

“Well Beatrise, can I call you that?” Enoch places his feet onto the desk and leans back in his chair “I am not a little shit but a simple boy with a dirty mind and I will do as I please” He glared back at her with an evil look and chuckled.

“You may not call me by my first name you little twit but you know what you can do, you can scoot your ass down to the principal’s office, how does that sound” they were having a full on sass off, and that’s Claire’s thing. Enoch ran his fingers though his hair.

“Beatrise I think you should, take some time off, go die in a hole so I can rip out your heart and use it to raise something” he spat on the floor and rubbed it into the carpet with his foot.

“That’s it you little brat!” she stormed up to Enoch and gripped her bony fingers around his arm, dragging him out of the class room and probably towards the principal’s office where he’d be expelled. Sucks to be him am I right.

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