"Nora! Nora! Time to wake up!" said the cute little squeaky voice next to my bed.

When I opened my eyes I smiled at Ma Patiet.

"I'm up, I'm up" I said poking her cute little tummy. Picking her up, we both made our way to the area outside our tents. Where all of us gather to eat. When we got there I said good morning to everyone, and sat next to Suzi and Paul.

While we ate, I noticed a certain someone wasn't with us.

"Hey where's Grandmama?" I asked looking around.

"Last I saw her she said she was going into town" Said Eve.

"I wonder why, she rarely ever gose anywhere."

Everyone just shrugged and turned on the radio. For a while we all just sat there and listened to music. But a braking news Bulletin caught our attention.

Apparently there had been a murder in a local farm house. And children were beginning to disappear around Jupiter

"How creepy" said Suzi scooting closer to me.

"What kind of person kidnapps innocent children?" said Paul shaking his head.

"I don't know, but hopefully they catch the killer soon" I said before I got up to go back to my tent and change.

I changed into a short black dress with cherry designs on it. Red pumps to match, and I put my black hair up into a high ponytail with a red bandanna to match.

Sastified with my look, I walked outside and noticed everyone else was doing there own thing.

So to entertain myself I decided to go ride the carousel. On my way there I walked past Ethel who was sitting outside her Caravan. Drinking a small bottle if whiskey.

"Hey honey where are ya off too?" She asked me.

"To the carousel, gotta do something to enjoy myself" I said with a smile.

"Alright hun, but don't stay gone to long. Elsa should be back anytime soon."

I nodded and finally made my way to the ride.

Flipping on the switch, I quickly climbed onto the nearest horse ans rode it round and round.And as I went up and down, I looked at my tattooed arms.

Year aftet year, month after month. Grandma would bring in a personal tattoo artist and I would get a new tattoo Everytime.

At this point I had lost track of how many were actually on my arms and legs.

But truth be told, I couldn't bring myself to hate any of these designs.

It was almost as if the tattoos had become a part of me.

This was who I was, and if the tattoos made me a freak. Then id be happy to be a freak.

But I was quickly snapped out of my thoughts when I noticed something in the distance.

In the nearby feild, standing by a tree was a clown.

Jumping down from the carousel, I took a few steps forward to make sure what I saw was real.

The clown was tall and was dressed in a dirty red and white clown suite. His face was whit, his eyes were black and his mouth was covered by a creepy grinning clown mask. And his hair consisted of three colors spiked up, red, yellow and green.

To any other normal girl, this clown would be something out of your worst nightmares.

But to a freak girl like me, I wasn't scared at all. He seemed like he belonged in our freak show. I couldn't help but smile when the clown waved at me.

I waved back, and he made a jester for me to come closer to him.

But before I could take my first step, I could hear Grandmama calling for me.

I gave the clown an apologetic look and quickly waved goodbye. But he didn't leave my mind for one minute as I ran back to the front of the freak show entrance.