I always loved the circus. It had fascinated me, all the acts and people. They had gypsies and animals, and my parents used to take us every year. Then they just stopped when I got into middle school, said something about how we were too old for that now. It didn't stop me though, I would sneak out at night and go and watch, I'd be tired the next day but at least I got to see it.
My older brother caught me and made me take him, he promised to drive as long as I told him when we were going. It stopped coming one year and me and my brother had nothing to bond over. My friends all ditched me when we got to high school and then my brother started acting weird and things were changing for me. I started to, see things, see things before they happened. My parents thought I was crazy, they wouldn't stop fighting about whether or not they should send me away, and my brother grew ever more distant.
Life was hell.