Thank you four for your reviews. I decided the next bit in the book was a
bit to slow going so I've cut a bit ... I tried to write the bit in between,
but got major writers block...and gave up. So here is chapter two... sort of.
"Well did you get the tickets?" we hissed, staring at Steve.
"Kind of...." He said. "I sneaked out to the Ticket booth while mum was practising juggling .Mr Dalton was there with a couple of police men. They were checking the place out. After a while, Mr Dalton got a chain saw and started hacking down the booth, but when they got inside no one was there, anyway, after a while they left and I felt a tap on my shoulder. I looked around and no one was there. I felt a tap on my other shoulder and looked around. Still, no one was there!
"God I hate that trick!" I said.
"Yeah so do I" continued Steve. "So I turned around and hit the guy, knocked him to the floor, stole the tickets and left him there, whimpering."
"It's like your evil, or something, Steve!" said Alan.
Steve just shrugged. To him hitting people was like a hobby, and everyone needs a hobby, it's just he hadn't fancied stamp collecting.
"Anyhoo, I only have two tickets because that's all the little dude had on him."
Obviously no one was going to argue when Steve said he got the first ticket- but who got the second? "I was thinking of taking my mum." Said Steve. No one could argue with that either. Steve's mum was really cool. Plus it was Mother's day soon. Some people gave their mothers flowers, Steve gave his mum tickets to a freak show, stolen from a mysterious hooded stranger. It was just his way. So the other two walked away, miserable and ticketless, but I stayed with Steve. We walked for a bit.
"Hey Steve? Can I have the other ticket?"
"Sure." He said, getting it out and giving it to me. I looked surprised.
"I got three really." He said
"A night out with you and your mum, were going to have a great time!" I said somewhat sarcastically.
"Yeah, it's gonna be wild!" he replied, deadly serious.
I tried to make Saturday go really fast, by sleeping for most it. I dreamed of Mr Crepsleys' hamster. I loved hamsters-they were so cute. My sister Annie spent the whole day trying to convince me to bring her back a poster, or possibly a helium balloon with a funny picture. I blamed her love of Disney movies and her visit to the theme park last year when she had bought sixty six of those darn balloons and let go of all but one which she inhaled, and was allergic too the gas. We spent the next evening in hospital with her. Apart from that, she's a cute kid.
I went round to Steve at about seven that evening, his mum was ill and couldn't come, and I wondered if he had poisoned her. I've just got this really bad feeling Steve will end up ruining my life.
We climbed up the hill to the abandoned Theatre completely alone. I couldn't help thinking it was a bit of a cliché when we entered a dark, freezing corridor.
We opened a door. The stairs to the balcony. "Is this where the drunken skate boarder managed to break the land speed world record? I asked. (I was very gullible) "Yes," answered Steve seriously.
"Do you two have tickets?" Said a voice behind us.
We turned, not only was it a voice, but there was also a man to go with it!
"Darren do you have a ticket?" said the tall man.
"How do you my name?" I asked the man.
"You have it written on your Jumper." He answered, and then turned to Steve. "How about you, adidas?" he asked.
"My names Steve, adidas is a clothing make."
He coughed. "Whatever, adidas. I am Mr Tall. I am either named after my height, or my height is named after me. I own the cirque du freak, and everything in it. I am your god. Worship me..."
"Oh yeah" said Steve.
"Yeah!" Said Mr Tall
"Oh yeah?" said Steve.
Before chaos ensued, I asked the way to the show.
I seats were in the middle of the auditorium, with a really good view.
For a while no one moved... Then the first freak came on-a big cage covered with a cloth. The cloth came off.
That's when the singing began.
Ok Please review. Thank you! Thank you!
"Well did you get the tickets?" we hissed, staring at Steve.
"Kind of...." He said. "I sneaked out to the Ticket booth while mum was practising juggling .Mr Dalton was there with a couple of police men. They were checking the place out. After a while, Mr Dalton got a chain saw and started hacking down the booth, but when they got inside no one was there, anyway, after a while they left and I felt a tap on my shoulder. I looked around and no one was there. I felt a tap on my other shoulder and looked around. Still, no one was there!
"God I hate that trick!" I said.
"Yeah so do I" continued Steve. "So I turned around and hit the guy, knocked him to the floor, stole the tickets and left him there, whimpering."
"It's like your evil, or something, Steve!" said Alan.
Steve just shrugged. To him hitting people was like a hobby, and everyone needs a hobby, it's just he hadn't fancied stamp collecting.
"Anyhoo, I only have two tickets because that's all the little dude had on him."
Obviously no one was going to argue when Steve said he got the first ticket- but who got the second? "I was thinking of taking my mum." Said Steve. No one could argue with that either. Steve's mum was really cool. Plus it was Mother's day soon. Some people gave their mothers flowers, Steve gave his mum tickets to a freak show, stolen from a mysterious hooded stranger. It was just his way. So the other two walked away, miserable and ticketless, but I stayed with Steve. We walked for a bit.
"Hey Steve? Can I have the other ticket?"
"Sure." He said, getting it out and giving it to me. I looked surprised.
"I got three really." He said
"A night out with you and your mum, were going to have a great time!" I said somewhat sarcastically.
"Yeah, it's gonna be wild!" he replied, deadly serious.
I tried to make Saturday go really fast, by sleeping for most it. I dreamed of Mr Crepsleys' hamster. I loved hamsters-they were so cute. My sister Annie spent the whole day trying to convince me to bring her back a poster, or possibly a helium balloon with a funny picture. I blamed her love of Disney movies and her visit to the theme park last year when she had bought sixty six of those darn balloons and let go of all but one which she inhaled, and was allergic too the gas. We spent the next evening in hospital with her. Apart from that, she's a cute kid.
I went round to Steve at about seven that evening, his mum was ill and couldn't come, and I wondered if he had poisoned her. I've just got this really bad feeling Steve will end up ruining my life.
We climbed up the hill to the abandoned Theatre completely alone. I couldn't help thinking it was a bit of a cliché when we entered a dark, freezing corridor.
We opened a door. The stairs to the balcony. "Is this where the drunken skate boarder managed to break the land speed world record? I asked. (I was very gullible) "Yes," answered Steve seriously.
"Do you two have tickets?" Said a voice behind us.
We turned, not only was it a voice, but there was also a man to go with it!
"Darren do you have a ticket?" said the tall man.
"How do you my name?" I asked the man.
"You have it written on your Jumper." He answered, and then turned to Steve. "How about you, adidas?" he asked.
"My names Steve, adidas is a clothing make."
He coughed. "Whatever, adidas. I am Mr Tall. I am either named after my height, or my height is named after me. I own the cirque du freak, and everything in it. I am your god. Worship me..."
"Oh yeah" said Steve.
"Yeah!" Said Mr Tall
"Oh yeah?" said Steve.
Before chaos ensued, I asked the way to the show.
I seats were in the middle of the auditorium, with a really good view.
For a while no one moved... Then the first freak came on-a big cage covered with a cloth. The cloth came off.
That's when the singing began.
Ok Please review. Thank you! Thank you!