Chappie 1: The Fairground
That night I knew that there something different. Someone new had come and I, being a young 7-year-old was excited to see this new attraction. I had begged my mother and father, both are now deceased, to take me and they finally gave in 30 minutes into the battle. They always would say, "You need to control that temper, Mlle. Lily."
You see, we weren't the richest but were certainly not the poorest wither. My father worked to help this big jewelry name, I can't remember it now, but it brought him good fortune...and money. We had a beautiful house along side the Grand Opera Populaire and, when it came to town, the fair.
Back to the story of him; I was pulling my parents along to the new site titled "The Devil's Child" and it gave mother and papa quite a fright.
"Sweetie, are you sure you want to go in there?" Mother had always had a weak stomach and papa's wasn't much stronger.
I gave her that cute looked that kids can do to lure parents into anything. Father replied, "Well, Lillian, come on." That made me so excited.
We were the only ones there so not much was happening. Probably due to the weather; frightfully cold, but there was another group, ballerinas-in-training, coming up behind us so we proceeded into the tent.
It was dark and cold. There was a spotlight shining into the cage and there was a boy, no older that me, playing with a toy monkey. It was rather cute too. I wondered why there was a bag on his head but that was answered later on in the "show."
Everyone else gathered around the small enclosed space and then a big burly man came in through a different entrance. He went over to the cage, unlocked it, and started to whip the boy. I clung to my mother's dress and kept watching. I noticed a little dancer felt the same as me, but she was much older, I believe 13 or 14.
The man lifted up the nap-sack over the young boy's head and showed the audience what was there. A scar on the right side of the young boy's face. It appeared to be humorous to the audience but I couldn't take it anymore. "STOP! CAN'T YOU SEE YOU'RE HURTING HIM!" My mother grabbed me and started dragging me out. I burst into tears and the boy looked at me. His eye's were a bright blue and so deep. He seemed to have been listening to my rampage and he was so beautiful.
When we were out of that dreaded tent, my father took care of me. "Listen, we know that's not right but what is there to do, Lily?" He and my mother walked away and that's when the guards went rushing into that tent. "MURDER," they all shouted and I ran as fast as I could to see what had happened. Someone, probably the little boy strangled the "care" taker of him but he was no-where to be found...until I left for the Opera Populaire.
