Disclaimer: I don't own Strange Days at Blake Holsey High
At the Circus
Stay here, he's told as her hand slips from his. He turns his head, looking around at the mass of people moving about him. He takes a step, looks back, he can still see her; it's still all right. He keeps going, one step at a time, taking in everything. He sees bright colors off in the distance and he wonders what's there. He travels through the mob and finds men in the brightest clothes; all covered with spots and stripes. One walks past him, hardly noticing the little boy, and he sees the painted smile transposed over real lips.
He screams. Hot tears stream down his cheeks. He looks around frantically but she is nowhere in sight. A hand falls on his shoulder and he looks over. A flowery blue dress enters his vision, the owner kneeling down beside him.
"It's all right," she says. "Everything's OK." But he screams even louder at the long black whiskers adorning her face. He steps back and his foot collides with a rock. He falls, still crying. More hands reach him and he is scooped up from the ground.
"Shh," he hears her voice and slowly his tears begin to fade. "It's all right." He buries his face in her shoulder as she thanks the strange people for finding him. "Let's go home, shall we?" she queries, he nods and they leave the circus before the show has even begun.