AN: Thank you for taking the time to read my story! I don't own anything from the cirque du freak book, sadly. Anyway, I hope you enjoy my story!! R&R!! I hope you guys like this! It's been a while since I published anything!
Chapter 1:
"God! You're such a bitch! If it weren't for the money I would of…"
She didn't stop to listen to her foster mom finish the sentence before she ran out the door.
"Stupid Whore." she whispered bitterly, the air turning misty at her breath.
Luckily, as she soon found out, things were different in suburbia than in Detroit. For example, someone whose 5 foot 4, and a woman, can walk out of the house, alone, and nothing will happen to you. Suddenly, a car pulled over.
"Hey, Kayla, want a ride?" Anthony asked.
"Um...well, ok." she replied, jumping into the car.
"So, had another fight with Mrs. Caprison?" he asked casually.
She opened the window and put her hand on the blue rusted paint as she watched the trees, houses, and white picket fences pass by.
"Do you know a place that I could go?" she asked, turning to look at him.
He had black hair, brown eyes, and was skinny.
"There's a old theatre, you know the one, right?"
"Yeah." she replied.
"But I heard that something weird was going on..."
"So?" she replied, totally uninterested.
One thing about Anthony you need to remember, is he's the guy who quit band because of the name "No Talent"
Yeah...
Ok...
"I'm serious, I heard that these kids, you know, the normal ones who run off, went down there...and it was weird, Kayla...really weird."
She watched as he turned into a gas station, stopping the car with a shaky hand.
"What was weird..."
"Hold on." he said, getting out of the car to connect the gas valve.
She came out with him, not only because it was the middle of winter, and the static electricity might light your car on fire, but she haven't seen him this upset...ever.
"What happened?" she asked, tucking the hair behind my ear.
"Well...all she remembers is walking down there...and, she heard someone following her, and she turned around, and the man, all she saw was his face, before he held his hand in front of her face..." he said, stuttering.
"Go on." she said, after he finished filling.
"She wakes up, and doesn't remember it, but then she was meditating...and..."
"It got re-awakened." she finished for him.
"Yeah...whatever." he said, not familiar with magical terms.
"When did this start?" she asked, not bothering to ask the name.
"Ever since these...freak people showed up."
She remembered when that caravan showed up, forcing her out of her hole.
"Seems a little soon to be filling up." she said.
"Yeah, well, you know..."
Yeah I do know. she said, looking at her scruffy feet.
"It's ok, if you don't want to drive me there."
"It's ok." he replied quickly. "I'll drive you half the way...you know, since my mom..."
She remembered quite clearly what his mom thought.
Mom! Were home! Anthony called, as we both stepped into his house.
"Whose we?" Mrs. Sofia answered.
"It's me and Kayla."
"Oh, so this is who...or why, our gas prices are so high?" she commented, seeing me with my "Dead!" hoodie, my black skirt and fishnets.
She looked me up and down, smirking...
They quickly got back into the car, him speeding out of the gas station.
They drove in silence, till suddenly he stopped.
"Well, this is halfway..." he said, hesitantly.
"Thank you." She said, hopping out of the car.
"Kayla?" he called.
"What?" She called back.
"Be careful." he called.
