"DON'T EVER DO THAT AGAIN YOU STUPID FREAK!" yelled Miss Beasley the stupid orphanage director. That is all I was. A freak. And that's all I was ever going to be. Or at least that's what I thought.
My thoughts were interrupted by the closet door squeaking open. I looked up to see my best friend Hayden staring down at me with his amazing blue eyes.
"Are you alright?" he asked.
"Yeah, I am just so tired of being called a freak." I replied rolling my eyes.
"Well, you do control wind…kind of. It is pretty freaky. But it's also awesome." Hayden said. I laughed then slapped his arm. All I had done was create a small tornado in my hand. It was harmless. But, I get in trouble for everything with Miss Beasley.
First, before I tell you my story, I guess I should tell you about myself. My name is Zeeva Anne. But, do not call me that. Just call me Zeeva. My parents were stupid teenagers and
they had to put me in an orphanage. I have curly blood red hair. No, I have not dyed my hair. It was orange when I was born. It just became darker, so it's completely natural. But, it has always freaked people out. I also have stormy gray eyes. That also scared people. I am very skinny and about 5' 4". I'm rather pale for someone my age. And I'm kind of a freak. As Hayden said, I can control wind. Not as in I can cause storms or anything. I still need practice. But, I can do little things like make a tiny tornado in my hand or make the wind blow a little stronger. But, that's it. I am 14 years old. And for me, and Hayden, that is a very bad thing.
At this orphanage, once you turn 15 they kick you out onto the street and they don't care what happens to you. And guess what, mine and Hayden's birthday is in two months from now.
"Yeah it is." I laughed. Then everything got quiet until Hayden pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket. He unfolded it and said, "When we were at the park, I found this on the ground. Take a look."
I took the paper from him and read it. Cirque Du Freak. It read in big bold letters at the top then went on to describe some of the acts such as the bearded lady, the snake boy, and Mr. Crepsley and his performing spider. It sounded so cool. And it was a show just for people like me. A show just for freaks.
"I think we should go." Hayden said.
I smiled up at him and said, "We're gonna get killed if Beasley finds out. But yeah, I think we should too. Tickets are 20 dollars. And that sucks for us because I only have 10 saved up."
"Well guess what. I have 10 too." He gave proud smile and I rolled my eyes then said, "Alright. We'll go. But we have to be extra careful sneaking out this time because of what happened earlier. So we should probably get out of this closet now since it probably will look awkward." We both laughed and crawled out of the closet. It was already getting dark and everyone was getting into bed. Hayden went to the boy's dorm and I got into my pajamas, which have not been washed in weeks, and crawled into bed.