Micos came home at 7 o'clock every day, slamming the door behind him. It was just what he did. Just because he looked like he was 12 years old didn't mean he had to act like it, well, most of the time.
He threw his school satchel to the side and walked to the kitchen to get a drink of water. Wiping the sweat from his face, he took out a glass and filled it with water, and took a huge gulp of it. The Belizean sun was unforgiving, constantly shining.
Micos Johnson was 17 years old, with jet black hair that was always naturally spiky and chocolate brown eyes. He was on his last year of secondary learning and was an above average student. He wasn't the smartest (that honor was given to Xiang Li, the Cantonese exchange student) but he had well enough grades to at least be considered by many different colleges.
Micos put the now empty glass in the sink and walked to his room. What he didn't expect was to see his father standing in the way.
Javier Johnson wasn't exactly a tall man, just barely being of average height, but Micos was still intimidated by him at times. He had dark eyes, that seemed almost black with bags under them, and his hair was always messy, standing up on different ends. He normally didn't come home until 9, which was why Micos was so surprised to see him home two hours early.
"and just where have YOU been?" His father asked, his eyes showing no emotion, like usual.
Micos couldn't lie to his father, knowing very well that he could easily see through a lie.
"I was visiting Rita's grave" he answered, holding his ground.
Rita was Micos' older sister. She was 6 years older than Micos and he had pretty much looked up to her. When their mother had died after years of battling cancer, it was Rita who had stepped up and started cooking and cleaning. She had pretty much raised Micos since their father had then started working later and later shifts. Two years ago, she had started dating her childhood friend who originally hailed from Mexico and a year ago, she had gotten pregnant. While Micos was excited for her and the fact that he would be an uncle, their father was furious. He accused her of being a slut and that she wasn't worthy to be his daughter anymore. He had kicked her out. Micos had been devastated.
A week later it was on the news that Rita had been in a horrible car crash, killing her and the baby.
For the past year, Micos went to her grave every day and fixed it up, putting fresh flowers and talking to her. It was the only thing he looked forward to every day. Of course, his father hadn't known about this. At least, not until now.
His father made a face, one of disgust. "That slut? She got what she deserved. You shouldn't be visiting her."
Micos felt his anger bubble up. "At least she was there! She pretty much raised me and took care of me while you were never here!"
His father 's eye twitched. "You know very well I work hard to keep this house by working late shifts!"
"She was your daughter! How could you have just abandoned her when she needed you most?" Micos shot back, changing the subject. When his father hadn't even bothered to give her a funeral, Micos had been furious. The plot that Rita had now was courtesy of their Abuela. The woman had paid for everything. Rita had always been her favorite, the one who acted most like her.
"She stopped being my daughter when she decided to lose her virginity!" his father yelled angrily.
Micos was full of anger. How dare he! He pushed past him to his room and slammed the door.
Micos went over to the drawer where he kept his money. On his desk, his pet lizard was pacing around in his glass aquarium. Micos smiled a bit at him. Pedro was his pet lizard that he had gotten from Rita a year ago. He always made sure to feed him and take care of him. The bright green lizard stuck out his tongue.
Micos went over the aquarium and opened the lid, allowing Pedro to crawl up his arm. The lizard crawled up and up all the way to his head, nestling there. Micos smiled and walked to his money drawer again. It was Friday today, and on Saturdays he would normally leave the house all day. He had about 16 dollars. Micos smiled. He was going to buy a ticket and go to the circus that had come to town tomorrow…
Hola everyone! I know, I should be working on my other things, but this idea has been in my head since August and I need to get it out!
The title ir Russian for "Circus"., You'll see why that's important later...
Poor Belize is going to go through a LOT of hell in this story…
Yes, Xiang Li is Hong Kong. I don't think he'll be appearing anymore in this story.
Yes, his older sister is Guatemala and YES I alluded to Mexico/Guatemala. Belize's Abuela is the Mayan Empire, and his dad is just a random asshole I made up.
Oh, and 2 Belizean dollars equals about 1 US dollar, so the ticket would probably cost 8 dollars in the US.
He looks 12 instead of 6 in this story because I thought it would be more realistic ^^
This is the prologue, which is why it's short. And why there's so many explanations.
And I must warn you that this might get really gruesome later and might be bumped up to M later. But that only depends.
So, review por favor ^^