A/N: Hey guys so this is the first Cirque Du Soleil FanFic that I've attempted. I've always love Cirque Du Soleil, but I only recently started getting into the Fanfiction side of it! So instead of just loving Cirque Du Soleil for the amazing acrobatics, I've started loving the stories and the music that are presented through these great performances. I've debated which show to start with because my favorites are Quidam and Kooza, but in the end Kooza prevailed. I chose it mostly because the Trickster is my favorite character, and I wanted one of the main characters to be the Trickster. Enjoy! (OC = Ophelia)

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OpheliaPOV

"OPHELIA!"

I turned as I heard my name called. Louise, my best friend, was running to catch up with me. I stopped walked and waited till she caught her breath.

"So…schools out…FINALLY!" she said over dramatically "I thought it'd never end!"

"I don't know, Louise" She followed me as I started towards the door "I mean…I kind of like school."

"Well don't get me wrong I love seeing my friends…but I LOATHE homework…now you can't say you like that part of it. Right, Ophelia?"

"No I suppose not." I smiled as I saw the triumphant smirk on her face. Louise-1 Ophelia-0

We turned onto the sidewalk and started walking home. This is how it always was. Louise and I had been friends for I long as I can remember. Although looking at us, you wouldn't think us to be friends. We look…and act like polar opposites. Louise has ringlets of honey-blond hair that sets on her shoulders complimenting her blue eyes surrounded by long lashes. Her skin was a light tan and perfect. She's in practically every sport. She's athletic and yet incredibly girly at the same time. She's loud, confident, and always makes sure her opinion is known. However…while Louise is at the top of the popularity pyramid…I, Ophelia, am nonexistent. Don't get me wrong I like it like that. No drama. I keep to the shadows. I'm everything Louise isn't. I have long, wavy waist-length hair that's black as night. My eyes are blue, but not like Louise's eyes are blue. Her eyes are the color of the sky on a nice spring day. Mine are much darker…like the ocean in a storm. My skin was so pale it was almost pure white. Louise jokes that we never need a flashlight because my paleness seems to glow in darkness. I rather like the darkness. It's quiet…peaceful. Louise hates darkness she likes it to be bright and to have people surround her. I despise crowds, they make me uncomfortable. I prefer to be alone and secluded. Maybe that's why Louise is really my only friend. I'm not really a friend kind of person. I tend to daydream. Louise stays on track…she's a realist. Like I said…Louise and I…we're polar opposites.

I suddenly snapped back to reality as I realized we were getting closer to my house. I could almost hear the arguing I'm sure would be going on when I entered. I turned to Louise to say my goodbyes. She looked warily towards the path that led to the house that seemed to be separated from the rest of the world. Which it was…in a way. It was miles from any other house out in the middle of nowhere.

"Hey, why don't you come stay the night at my house tonight?" Louise said in a hopeful voice.

"I don't think my mother would like that." I swallowed; I really wish the school days were longer.

"It'll be okay…you can call her at my house." But we both knew it would just be worse if I didn't go straight home.

"Then I'll call you later?" That was Louise-code for 'if you don't answer then I'm calling the police.'

"Sure…bye" I walked away

"Bye" I heard her sigh then walk across the street to her house.

As I reached my house I stopped…I shouldn't be afraid. I mean I'm not a little girl anymore…I'm 17 years old. But I always feel like a little girl when I see that house. I should be used to it…but I'm not. I sigh as I slowly move towards the door. As I reach it, I quickly glanced over at the forest of trees to the side. I opened the door and entered. I heard a chair move, and footsteps drew closer to me. I let my bag slip from my shoulder to the floor in a heap. I turned to face my fear…my mother.

(I feel like stopping the chapter here would be a little evil….tee hee)

"What took you so long?" She slurred…great she's drunk. Well that just adds to the fun now doesn't it. "It's almost dark." She stepped toward me.

"It's a long ways from school an-" SLAP My head whipped to the side. I knew it was coming but I still wasn't ready for it.

"Don't you talk back to me." She shoved me to the floor and started to drag me to the cellar. "You are going to have all summer to think about how you treat your betters." She kicked me a few times before letting me go to unlock the cellar. Quickly, before I had time to think about it I jumped up and ran as fast as I could out the door. I heard a scream of rage behind me.

"You'll be back…you always come back, you little BRAT!" I ran from the shouts of anger, and let the forest swallow me.

As my aching ribs forced me to halt, I stopped and thought about what I had just done. I shouldn't have done that. It will just be worse for me when I have to go back. I was mulling over my fate when I heard something coming. I looked over my shoulder as a postman on a bike rode up before me. He stopped and looked at me before smiling, and getting off of his bike. He turned to the stack of parcels behind the bike, picked one up and handed it to me. I looked down at the name confused.

"Who's Mr. Flippergist!" I asked…what a strange name. The postman started for a second before taking the package from me. He set it to the side before looking at the other packages. He smiled when he looked at the biggest package of them all. He glanced to me. I got the hint and helped him put the package down. Sure enough it said in big letters 'TO: OPHELIA' He went to get his clipboard as I opened the package while wondering to myself 'who could have sent me this package' I guess it didn't really matter. I gasped when I beheld the bright red box. It was so pretty. I felt a tap on my shoulder and looked to find the postman waiting with his clipboard. I quickly signed and watched a he rode off. I started to yell but instead turned to open the pretty, red box to see what was inside.

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A/N: Well that's all you get for this chapter…sorry, but as you might have guessed there will be Cirque in the next chapter. So what do you think? Is it worth continuing? (I may go back and rewrite some parts later)

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