I was an angel.

You may think growing up in a wealthy household surrounded by wealthy people was a dream worth living, getting told how to dress, how to sit, how to eat and more importantly, who to talk to, was more like a nightmare i can't escape from. Do I sound like your typical seventeen year old poor rich girl? Yes.

I didn't want to be married to a wealthy businessman with three children and a white picket fence like my mother originally planned for me. Afterall, it is the 50s. Surely the American dream is for everybody and my dream is to be special.

My name is Bonnie Miller, I live in a small town located in Florida called Jupiter. Ironic that it's called Jupiter because compared to the people that live in this small town, I felt like the alien.

My mother was their leader, leading all the braindead housewives back to the mothership, one husband at a time.

Being seventeen years old means it's almost time for me to board the mothership, My younger sister Ruth is next. Difference is, Ruth was designed to be a loving housewife. She dreamed of the picket fence.

It was a late breezy night when my sister and I decided to go on our usual late night adventure, escaping down the hedge that grew underneath my window, and landing on our trimmed lawn. I helped Ruth climb down safely. She brushed her skirt and glared up at me.

"Honestly Bonnie, aren't we getting a bit too old to be sneaking out" She huffed. I looked at my sister with a guilty expression. Her brown eyes narrowed her mouth pulled into a frown. She was a pretty sight with mothers curly brown hair and fathers bright blue eyes, It was obvious why she was already engaged.

"You think Mother would let us walk out the front door in the dead of the night, so we could go explore the town whilst a murderer is lurking?"

Ruth's eyes widened at the mention of the recent murders, but stayed quiet. Silently following me into the family car. These late night adventures had been happening ever since I hit the ripe age of Fifteen. I hadn't always had the luxury of driving around, and I hadn't always been so courageous to head to the local entertainment. A freak show had been set up in our town for as long as I could remember. I was never allowed to go nor speak of it. Mother and Father were never accepting of anything that wasn't picture perfect. I suppose a freak show is the exact opposite. I didn't tell Ruth either where I planned on driving us tonight, So when I turned onto the dirt road we were forbidden from going, Ruth was confused.

"Bonnie, I understand your thirst for adventure, really I do!" she exclaimed. "But this, this is insane!"

I smiled and pulled over next to the sign that read "Bearded Lady".

"C'mon Ruth, weren't you ever curious about what went on in the red and white tents"

"No, not once. All I know is that inside those tents are freaks and monsters!" she whispered harshly.

"Can you try not to sound like our mother for one second please, I fully believe that they're people. Just like us and if you can't control yourself then I guess you'll just have to leave me here tonight" I told her as I opened the car door and stepped out onto the rough road. Ruth huffed and slid across to the driver's seat, she slammed the door and looked up at me through the side window.

'I have honestly had enough of your foolishness Bonnie, I don't intend on turning around so you either come with me, or walk back into town" I looked down at Ruth's piercing eyes.

"I'll see you in the morning baby sister" I waved goodbye at her gaping expression and started walking towards the entrance.

I looked up at the big yellow eyes that were attached to the entrance and felt my courage lessen. I could hear the repetitive crickets and feel my legs start to wobble. Entering with my sister made less attention on me, but entering alone. I would become the freak show.