Disclaimer: I do NOT own Cirque du freak or any other thing I may refer to during the story. However I do own the characters Celina and her mother.

Chapter 1: Moving to a New Town, Meeting Some Strange People

The rising sun, oh how I hated that sun, light streaking the skies in brilliantly bright colors of yellow, orange, and red. A peaceful morning with the echoing of bird calls and chirping of crickets as they drank up the morning dew. I wanted to stay in bed to keep the last day I'd get to stay in Borris. I didn't want to leave this quiet little town, to lose natures song, soon to be replaced by the smog and hustle bustle of people in the big city. I'd miss the peacefulness of the sound of the babbling brook, the slight breeze as it blew through the trees and the smell of flowers as they began to bloom unleashing unique scents that would send scenes to a wonderland. My friends I'd miss them the most, both the good and the bad times. The sounds of their laughter, the play fights, how we argued, and cried together.

"Celina, honey. Time to wake up" my mom said cheerfully from the other side of my bedroom door. I only groaned, burying my head in my pillow and rolling over into a ball under my red silk sheets. Mom opened my door, and skipped to my bed, she could be such a kid sometimes. "Come on, hun. It'll be an adventure." She giggled in a sing song voice and gently placing hand on my shoulder. Rolling over to face her and sticking my head from under the sheets and came face to face with a petit women with sea foam green eyes and out of control red hair. The wild look suited her, she was fairly wild and yet so at peace.

"Mom, I don't want to go" I sighed covering my head in the sheets.

"Hun, I know it's sad to leave your friends, but you can always call or email them" she smiled reassuringly "I know it can be scary too, it's an unfamiliar place, half way around the world."

"Mom I'd hardly call any place here in Ireland half way around the world from New York city." I sighed as I sat up, and then turned in shock when my mom burst into tears from laughing. "What?" I cried defensively.

"Your…HAIR!..It's like a JUNGLE!" she breathed between fits of laughter.

"OK! TIME TO GO!" I yelled, as she ran out giggling. My mom then stuck her head in for one final taunting laugh when I threw a pillow that just barely missed her and hit the door frame instead of her face. She just looked at me in reproach for a second then laughed and ran to the kitchen to make breakfast. I could smell the French toast cooking when I had finally went to the bathroom to take a shower and man it smelled so good. Being a French toast junky I guess you could say I was addicted to it. After getting dressed I ran down stairs as fast as my legs could take me, without tripping, and sat down happily. I couldn't remember the rest of the day, sad huh, my last day to share with all of them and I couldn't even remember it. They say time flies when you're having fun well time certainly did fly though I wish for once it went a bit slower.

It was that day, that horrible last day of living with the people I grew up with and moving away from everything I knew. As our stuff was being sent to our new house in New York City. It was about an eight hour flight, the longest trip I've ever taken though I never really left Borris. I couldn't fall asleep on the plane; I'm not to fond of heights, and I was to nervous about the new place to be able to anyway not to mention I already really missed everyone. 'Like mom said though I can still call, email, and so on to keep in contact so I guess I'm not really losing contact'. the thought really put me at ease, knowing that they will always be there really as long as were alive nothing can stop us from seeing each other. Mom seemed to sleep peacefully though; I had to admit I was jealous of that though.

Nine grueling hours later we were almost at the new place where all our boxes would be stacked inside.

"Isn't it great hun, WE'RE HERE" mom cheered happily. The smile one her face I could not help but smile and laugh her smile and cheerfulness could be annoying at times but it was also infectious. "I'm gonna run up and start putting the beds together, so we can go to bed. You must be tuckered out" mom smiled running up stairs to go get my bed put together. I looked at my clock to see it was twelve midnight but that was in Ireland in New York it would be about seven p.m. I guess.

"Mom, I'm just going to adventurer around for about an hour" I called up to her and left a note just in case she didn't hear me. I needed to try and get myself on New York time so I'd stay up at least another hour to get a bit of a head start on that. Walking around I saw many people still walking the busy streets, all different sizes and attitudes. 'Well here goes a new life' I thought sighing. Walking around was fairly exciting I guess seeing everything new to me, when I saw an old abandoned building, it looked rustic maybe an old theater. You know the saying curiosity killed the cat; well sometimes I wish I would listen to my mom and not enter buildings like this form curiosity.

Finding myself now dangling from the side of a stare case from the step breaking. Screaming seemed irrational at the moment when I knew no one would be near by to help me,….or so I though anyway. As I was about to scream for help when a tall man pulled my up, it was too hard to really see his features in the dark but he was TALL and strong.

"Um hiya" I said nervously when he sat me down on firm ground. He only scrutinized me briefly before handing me some sort of ticket. "Um, why did you give me a piece of paper" I said looking at him strangely.

"A ticket to the cirque, miss Celina" gapping at his face I was about ready to bolt when he started talking again "You can pay me later, the show is here in two days at midnight" he said mysteriously as he vanished, leaving Celina to stand there alone.

"Great, now how am I supposed to get out of here" she moaned looking around 'how did that guy know my name, would I even be able to go? Or should I even go?' She thought briefly as she walked looking around for an exit.

Mr. Tall had walked back to his van when he saw Mr. Tiny "I did as you asked." He said monotone. Mr. Tiny merely smirked. As Mr. Tiny wobbled out smirking Mr. Tall sat there looking at the ground 'why can I not see that child, like she's not in the future or even existed in the first place' He thought. The thought worried him that someone could have such a presence. 'she has to be important in some way or Desmond Tiny would not bother with the child' His thoughts spiraled as he sat in quiet.

Mr. Tiny walked around when he saw Celina wandering around and smirked once again 'she will help bring much pain and havoc' he laughed malevolently. "Child do you wish to be shown the way out" he said hiding his cackle

Looking up to see a small man that once again it was too dark to make out any other features, but I didn't trust the tone of his voice. "Thank you" I smiled happily wanting to get out of the building, it had been more then an hour that was for sure and if mom was awake she would murder me. I reluctantly fallowed the man out, so to find my home quickly.

"My name is Mr. Tiny remember it, young Celina" and then as I turned around to thank him for getting me out of there and glare at him for ordering me around, he was no where to be found 'strange'. My thoughts were haywire as I made my way home and entered the house; luckily I could here my moms light snoring. Heading to my room I collapsed on my bed to await another day.

I hope you liked the story so far and thanks for reading. Also sorry for any oocness. Also I need a little help with who Celina may end up, I have a few candidates but I'm not quiet sure yet.