Disclaimer: These are not my characters, they are Susan Cooper's. ........... this was in response to a review.........
Will wished that he could change his life. He hated being a clown, but it was the only way to live in the summer. After the season was over, he could barely scrape together enough money to buy the plane ticket back to England, and the bus ticket to his house. He could hardly stay in the house then, but he still didn't know anyone in the States. At least, not anyone that he could spend the winter with. But hey, blood was thicker than water.
He woke up at six and threw his towel over his arm, found his pants, then went over to the trailer. It wasn't really a long way, but to his before-coffee mind, not to mention the fact that yesterday's show was over at 2 am, every dip in the ground was like falling in a ten-mile wide pit. The trailer was the center of the Circus's existence. The shower, stove, and lights were all there. And the lists of the shows, when they were leaving, and who had to cook. Damn, today was his day.
When he cooked, the camp got nothing but scrambled eggs and orange juice. He wished that he could cook better, but he had no time to learn. What with the circus in the summer and trying to get odd jobs in the winter, so he wasn't a total drain on Max, he didn't have any time to do anything.
That was one reason he was trying to quit this business; so he would have more time. He remembered when he was a kid, running around with Bran, he felt like he could do anything. Theoretically, he could. He remembered how it felt when he found the harp, how he was being stopped by the Brennin Llewd, but still, he it could never harm him. It couldn't stop him from doing anything.
Now, whenever he went back home, he was shadowed by the feeling that he couldn't do anything. His family looked at him and saw Will, the Clown. He was glad that Stephen wasn't here to see what he had become. No, that wasn't true, he wished with all his heart that Stephen was still here. Stephen had died "in service", that was how the Navy put it, from something stupid that shouldn't have happened. He was killed because the weapon he had been practicing with backfired, and blew his head off.
After the family got his remains, they buried him, then Will moved away. He didn't know what he wanted in the States, but he knew he couldn't face anyone at home.
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This is half finished. I wanted to put all of it up, but I need more time to finish it and want to know how it's recieved. Thanks for reviewing.