Hi! So... sorry I haven't updated in forever but I blame school. Why they think we need homework even on vacations is beyond my understanding. Good news and bad news. Good news, I'm nearly done with chapter three. Bad news, it won't be uploaded for a while. But do not fret my fine feathered friends, every day I don't update, I learn something new on writing techniques. So sit back,(without falling over) and enjoy the 2nd chapter

"To our favorite little troublemaker, Trixie!" my dad proposed, everyone cheering and clanking their red and purple (my favorite colors) glasses with twirly straws together. I smiled from ear to ear and took a sip of my Shirley Temple. All around me were decorations an presents galore, giant wall posters of acrobats fearlessly flipping through the air, tight rope walkers with tiny umbrellas looking ready to plunge into the audience, and, my personal favorite, the Flying Graysons.

I was there the last night they performed- it was the most magical night of my life. Sure the whole, the-parents-plunged-to-death thing wasn't that magical, but it was the first time I had been allowed to leave home with mom and Dad by my side and not someone who worked for us. Mom put her hair down and wore normal clothes, while Dad wore a rainbow wig and big shoes so everybody thought he was a clown that worked for the circus. We sat in the crowd and watched all of the amazing performances- it was perfect. Then the Graysons came on and I saw Richard-Dick was his nickname, he did a quadruple in the air and landed perfectly. A kid only one year older than me executed a quadruple perfectly- a QUADRUPLE- the thing that only two other people on Earth can do, was completed by a nine year old. Even though I knew that I shouldn't have been… I was sort of- glad- I guess you could say that Dick didn't plummet to his death. I've even gotten to see him once or twice (or ten times) when Dad ransomed him to Bruce Wayne, even though Dad never got much more than a punch to the face from Batman…

But anyways, back to my party: Blackjack, our butler/friend/chauffeur/cook/designated homework helper, came into the room rolling in a 5 tier cake, each tier depicting a Kiddie Justice character dying a horrible death, and at the very top of the cake there was a small model of Robin with a flag that said 'Bang' on it sticking out of his chest, I was holding the revolver. Everybody cheered and I laughed so hard that I started crying. I hugged Blackjack and we exchanged smiles.
"Well, what are we waiting for? Cut the cake, my darling!" Dad exclaimed with the biggest grin possible. Blackjack handed me a butcher knife that gleamed shiny silver. I sliced the knife through the cake and my family cheered- I was officially done with my training.

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