Raise the Dead or No

                                    

                                          
I was walking with Emma to the library while complaining to her about the Breakfast Fiasco. Everyone was excited for Jacob to come back once again, but they wouldn't stop talking about what he told us about the future. What part of "secret" did they not understand? Hugh might have been there worst of all, talking about how he wanted a computer phone!
                          
"I'm telling you, when Miss Peregrine sees Jacob, she's gonna rip his spine out of his body, and then demonstrate how the human body works to everyone who watches," I told her.
                          
"Oh, she can't blame him for telling us," Emma said. "He didn't mean any harm."
                          
I just snorted, and made my way over to the books. "Yeah, well you're just saying that because you're absolutely smitten with him."
                          
"You're one to talk," Emma replied. "I saw you and Millard yesterday. How the two of you kept whispering and flirting with each other. Did you know that you show your affection for others through aggression?"
                          
I snorted, and acted like that comment didn't affect me. Just as I was about to shove her jokingly, I understood what she was talking about, and resisted. I quickly found the book I was looking for and started up to my room. Bronwyn quickly ran past me in the hall, eyes glued on a normally closed door.
                          
She ran into Victor's room and hissed, "You ain't supposed to be in here!"
                          
"He's dead," I heard Jacob say.
                          
He must have gotten here earlier, but how come he wasn't with Emma? And how did he find this room? The Jacob I knew was too dumb to have figured out this much on his own (no offense).
                          
"That's Victor," Bronwyn said.
                          
I raced into Victor's room, and found Bronwyn and Jacob crowded over the bed. Bronwyn was almost in tears now, and I wrapped her in my arms the best I could. 
                          
"What happened to him?" Jacob asked.
                          
"Maybe I'll wake old Victor up, and you can ask him yourself," Enoch said as he entered the room. He shut the door behind him, and I gave him a dirty look.
                          
"You are absolutely disgusting," I spat at him.
                          
"Would you wake him?" Bronwyn asked. "Oh please, Enoch."
                          
"He shouldn't," I began, only to get interrupted.
                          
"I shouldn't," Enoch echoed. "I'm running low on hearts as it is, and it takes a right lot of 'em to rise up a human being, even for just a minute."
                          
Bronwyn gently pushed my arms off of her, and made her way over to Victor. She brushed the hair out of his face, and looked sadly at her dead brother. "Please, it's been ages since we've talked to Victor."
                          
I put my hand on Bronwyn's shoulder, and made her look me in the eyes. Everyone knows it has to be a touchy subject if someone is having to mother the Mom Friend of the group. "Bronwyn, you know it hurts Victor to come back. We mustn't do that to him."
                          
"And where is he coming back from?" Jacob interjected.
                          
"Who knows?" Enoch muttered. "But whenever we rouse him for a chat, he seems in a dreadful hurry to get back."
                          
"What's cruel is you toying with Bronwyn like that, and tricking me," Jacob said. And I wholeheartedly agreed. "And if Victor's dead, why don't you just bury him?"
                          
Bronwyn gave him a disgusted look. "Then we'd never get to see him."
                          
"That stings, mate," Enoch replied in a mocking tone. "I only mentioned coming up here because I wanted you to have all the facts, like. I'm on your side."