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Edward had to admit that this freak show he had joined on his own seemed to have a pretty good set up. There were little motor homes set up around the camp where the workers and the performers lived. The performers came in all shapes and sizes and most greeted him with open arms happy to have another person in their little club. There were a few who seemed uneasy when they learned of his ability, but then again it was not the first time he had received such a reaction. His own parents were never comfortable around him when they learned that he was different. Of course they had tried to be accepting and yet when you have a child who practically glows in sunlight and can read your mind it is not always as easy as wanting to accept them.

"This is where you are going to be staying." Leah broke the silence as they came up to a motor home beside hers. It was pure luck that one of the old workers had decided it was time to retire because if he hadn't Edward would have ended up crashing with someone else. "I know it isn't the Ritz or anything, but it is a lot better than sleeping on the streets and eating garbage. Dinner is held at six and we usually end up setting up a few picnic tables and eating together like a real family."

Edward smiled softly at her before it turned to frown when he noticed the grimace on her face as she rubbed her lower back. "Are you alright?"

Leah nodded as she sighed. "It's nothing I am not used too. My wings cause me to have severe backaches and nothing really helps. I have tried everything and that includes heat, muscle rub, a specially designed brace, along with a lot of other stuff that was a waste of time and money. All of us freaks have some sort of side effect from our powers or whatever it is you want to call them. This may make me nosey, but then again I don't really care so I am going to ask anyways. Do you have any nasty side effects? I am asking for two reasons and one is because I am curious and the other is because if you do it would be nice to have some warning so that if it happens when I am with you I will know what to do."

The man with copper colored locks figured that he should tell her since she happened to be right. "I only have one side effect and that is the fact I get horrible migraines. They are so bad I find myself so that I can't do anything when I have one. They usually last a day or so and like you pain killers do not help. Ice on the back of my neck relieves some of the tension and makes it bearable other than that though I am left to suffer for however long the migraine decides to last."

The mocha skinned woman with wings nodded in understanding. "Thanks for telling me I know you don't know me well, but we have to stick together and I wanted to be able to help you if something happened. Anyways I was going to have a drink in my trailer before dinner and you are welcome to join me if you wish. I hope that you don't min tequila since it is the only alcohol I enjoy. If you hate the stuff I could always see if I can find you a bear from one of the workers."

"No that is quite alright I happen to hate beer and I love tequila." He assured her as they stepped inside of her trailer. Edward looked around in order to take in all of the things in her small living area. It was kind of bare and only had the items she needed to survive. Still he figured it would be rude not to say anything nice. "Nice place you have here I love what you have done with it."

"You're a bad liar and I didn't have to read your mind to know it." Leah stated with a roll of her eyes. "I know it is kind of empty, but to be honest I am not a materialistic person. Why should I decorate this place? I don't usually have guests or anything and so I don't see the point. It serves its purpose and that is all I need it to do."

"That is actually very depressing way to think of things." He replied sitting down and taking the glass she offered him. "A home is supposed to be a place that you make your own. It should show your personality and not to be rude or anything, but this place isn't you. You seem to be a very passionate and fierce person and this place is neither of those things it is empty which you are not."

She shrugged before sitting down across from him with a glass of her own in her hands. "Well thank you for saying that, but the truth is I would rather not show my personality through my decorating skills you know? It just seems like it would make you vulnerable and that is the last thing I need to be. How about we stop talking about my horrible taste in home decorating and talk about something else? Since you can read my mind you must know all about me, but I feel like I am at a disadvantage since I cannot do the same to you. Tell me about yourself and why you wanted to join a show like this. Not many people would choose to live this life if they had another option. I know that I wouldn't be here if I could live a normal life, but it is not like that will ever happen. Sam would never allow me to leave anyways."

TBC…

AN: A short chapter I know, but it leads to what will happen in the next one and I have decided that my chapters make be shorter because I have so much happening within the next six weeks hopefully that shorter and faster updates will be easier to do than longer ones. Let me know if you agree or not and let me know if you all enjoyed this chapter and what you thought about it. The next chapter picks up from where this leaves off.

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