I don't own the cirque du freak, but I do love our dear scaled dreamboat.
I was always a freak. Destined to not fit in inside of normal society. Me and my mother have been livin the life of the gypsies, roaming around the country making a living off odd jobs. We were living in Arizona when she met him, Paul was a nice guy to anyone who was drawn in by his allusion. His combed back hair, nice suits, and cult like devotion to his religion. My mother ignored her gifts and saw only what she wanted to see, I was not so easily persuaded to ignore instinct.
Although I protested we eventually moved to the suburbs. It was a ghastly place filled with Abercrombie and Fitch. All the girls were perky bitches, while all the guys were bronzed jocks. There was no middle ground, everyone carbon copies of the others. These so called school mates were all part of the same cultish religion paul was into, I'm all for rights, but there was something off about everyone. It was like I was in a bad horror film, slowly watching my life change. My Mother stopped wearing vintage tees and headbands with psychedelic patterns, and started wearing pantsuits, perfume that costs more than $3.00 a bottle, and mo foin heels. HEELS! Paul was relentless with trying to brainwash me, he would ask me why I was so hung up on being different? Why did I have to dress all in black? And why don't I just give In, and be a "normal" member of society? I dunno cause I don't freakin want to!
Any ways I've been on the run for two months. But one day, Outside of New Orleans I came upon a flyer. It was like destiny was pulling me towards something, something big. So The cirque du freak was going to be in town, so why did I feel in my gut that I Needed to go. After purchasing my tickets I had 400.00 dollars left in my living funds. So this Is what brings me here, Sitting in a seat waiting for the show to start.
"And now the beautiful, exotic Madam Truska" Madam Truska was Giving off weird vibes, She Was the reason I was here. "Now, is there anyone here that is brave enough to be my assistant?" It was as If I couldn't control my actions, but there it was, my black lace gloved hand raised in the air. "You, girl with the gloves. Come here" I raised from my seat, and Madam Truska gasped the same time I did. I could see what she was seeing, Me At a campsite, Me Using my power, And Me with someone with gorgeous green eyes. Madam Truska Stared right at me, She had to whisper so no one would hear other than me. "Come see me after the show, go down the stairs and find the room with my name on it." Then she grew a beard, nothing random, she just grew a beard like it was a natural thing, but I wasn't freaked out.