Don Juan Triumphant 2005

by buttertarttigon

This is not an example of my current writing. I wrote this in 2005 when I was 10 years old. It was the first thing I'd ever written on my own outside of schoolwork, so for nostalgic reasons I'm leaving all the spelling and grammar errors as the way they were when I wrote it. I'm posting this for my friends to read a hilarious ff I wrote in the 5th grade.

Don Juan Triumphant

2005

Chapter 1

I curse the day I was born. When my mother saw my face, she scremed in horror. I was ugly. Worse than ugly! My face looked like a skull. A blank hole served as my nose, that never grew. My eyes were small and red. My body was a skeleton with skin. But inside I was a child, not a monster, not yet.

My mother never kissed me, NEVER! She could not bare to look at me. I looked so horrible that she made me wear a peper bag over my face, and my father never even saw my face. He didn't even want to look at it. When my mother said I was ugly, he trusted things that way, he was a brute for a man, who only talked in grunts. "I'm back from the hopital but I have bad news." My mother told him after she gave birth to my face, "Your son is just disgusting as you are. I hate you both." She would tell him, "You dont even want to look his face. It's HORRIBLE, HORRIBLE AND UGLY." By time she handed me to him, she already had put a bag over my face. He insanely passed me on to my wet nurse, who trembled as she handed me to her nips. She would only hand me to them enough to keep me alive. I become sick from starving and never had the stragnth to cry.

All else I rember of my childhood was my mothers harsh words and the sting of my fathers thick metal end of the belt. There was never a reason for the beatings. He seemed to just be having fun. My mother never stopped him. I remember only fear and pain. As soon as I was 12 years old I ran away. I left the little town in france where I was born.

By day, I slept. By night, I wandered. No one ever saw my face. But, people at least saw my mask and glared at me. I did not know where I was going and I did not care. As long I didn't have to go back home, I was fine. In the dark, I would sing to my-self. Unlike my face my voice was beautiful. When people would hear they'd cry out "Where is that lovely voice coming from?" "Beutiful singer!" they would call. "Come out and show us who you are!" Show them what? The body of a skeleton? A skull with a mask? SoI staryed hidden in the dark. Whenever I become hungy, I looked in garbage cans for scaps of food.

One night I saw tenets far off. As I came closer I saw that it was a fair. The lights were shiny and bright, people from tent to tent were talking and laughing. A man inside the gat called, "Come one, come all! This way to the feek show! See things you've never seen! Have YOU seen the man with three eyes? Come, come this way! See the lady with scales, who evryone likes!" A man with three eyes? A lady with scales? They were all strange and ugly. They were... like me! I spoke to this fat man. "I want to be apart oF the fair , I told him." "This is no place for a boy." he said at first. I took my mask off. The fatman stared at me the way peopled stared at him. Then he nodded. "I see," he said. "You do belong here after all." The fat man took me to the mannager.

As the manager looked at my skull face he smiled, "Yes!" he said, "Stay with us, I have an idea for you!" the next night I didn't need a ticker for the freak show. I was in it! But it did not go as a I planned. They locked me up in a cage and gave me the name the Devils Child. after 1 year I had been in the freek show I was sold to anothr freak but here they were nice nice to me, unlike the evil nice the other freaks were being to me. I actually made friends with the fortune teller and her husband. "What is your name?" The fortune teller asked. "I have no name." I said. "But you must have a name?" She said kindly, "Come, we wiil find out what it is." She waved her hands over a crystil ball, "Your name is here," she said, "It is...Erik."