Kuro: Hello my readers! I'm the author of another fanfic, Live. Love. Die.

Steve: I'm sure they won't remember you since you changed your pen name...again.

Kuro: Well I'm not very decisive so deal with it! _

Steve: Whatever...

Kuro: Anyways, before I was rudely inturrupted *glares at Steve* I'm the same exact author who wrote Live. Love. Die. and is now writing another fanfic. Now some of you may be wondering why I'm not updating my first fanfic and is instead writing a new one. Well, first of all, I'm a huge procrastinator with a short attention span...

Steve: Like we don't already know that... *smirks*

Kuro: Shut up! I'm talking here! Like I said, I'm a huge procrastinator but I will update Live. Love. Die. when I get to the point of feeling like it. -_-

Steve: Who knows when that will be XP

Kuro: That's it! You're leaving! *pushes Steve out door* Now Darren can take his place! ^^

Darren: Hey!

Kuro: ^^ As I was saying, I will update it soon so don't worry. And I'm writing a new one cuz I've always wanted to write a female version of CDF ever since I read the books and the movie made me even more excited! XD So here we go! My attempt at writing the female version of Cirque du Freak! Disclaimer please!!!

Darren: Kuro doesn't own Cirque du Freak!

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Prologue

You know, sometimes it seems like life is all planned out. There's no choice in the matter. We're all gonna end up in the same place, whether we like it or not. But sometimes things aren't so simple.

You could end up hurting the people you love the most, betraying the people you want to come through for. And as much as we don't want it all to happen, a small choice can end up being the greatest regret of your life.

My name is Emica Jillian Dulore and everything you read in here is a hundred percent true. Well, ninety percent true. The names you read in here are all fake, especially mine. No, my real name is not Emica, but I'm trying my best to keep this story realistic.

So, as I was saying, my pseudonym is Emica and I have the strangest infatuation with spiders. Normally, girls would scream at the sight of one but I, on the other hand, became attracted to these eight-legged creatures at the age of five when I found a rather pretty green one crawling up my leg. My older brother, Lucas, used to ask me if I was really born a boy with a sex change.

Sure, I looked like a girl (My black-brown hair stopped at my shoulders with bangs that ended right above my eyes. My body was small for my age and I wore clothes suitable for a girl.) but I always hung around guys, no girls at all. And to tell you the truth, I had no problem with it.

Now, this biography is supposed to be horror filled, with a little romance, and most horror stories start at night in a dark forest or an old creepy house but mine's starts with something average.

On a toilet.