My name is Fayina. Some might think I'm like any other seventeen year old. I have Light brown hair, green eyes, petite and no taller than five four. However, I'm not like any other girl. I'm a circus performer and I've been in the circus juggling, clowning and doing anything else I can to be part of a show. I've been in the circus for five years so I've never been a normal girl.
I love performing in front of a crowd and to entertain people with my acrobatic skills. I also love the fact that I'm surrounded by people that love performing almost as much as I do. Ironically, no matter how many people I'm surrounded by, I feel myself get lonely sometimes. I have no family. They disowned me when I told them I want to be in the circus. As for relationships, I've never had one. The only guy that I ever liked called me a "circus Freak" so I gave up on relationships. It gave me more time to practice performing. Why on earth would I waste my time with some guy?
The truck stopped at an empty field. The drivers began to unload everything: cages for the tigers, the giant trapeze, and boxes with tight rope equipment, giant balls, and finally the tent. Everyday had to prepare for the show tomorrow night and get their acts together and of course, put up fliers. I was about to practice my act when all of a sudden, Boris, our ring leader, asked me to put up fliers around town.
"But Boris, I need to practice," I exclaimed.
"You don't need to, kid. You're already good."
"Can't you get Vinny or Tom to do it?" I asked annoyed, "There clowns"
"Do it now before I cancel you're act" he yelled annoyed at me.
"Ugh, fine. Just let me change" I was wearing my practice clothes similar to my performing clothes meaning a lot of exposed skin and there was no way in hell I would walk around town like this.
"No, go like that," Boris said laughing, "you might get more boys to come to our show."
I huffed angrily and grabbed a stack of fliers to put around town
...just what I need...a bunch of guys starring at me.