"Ugh." I said as I read the clock one morning. Five thirty was when I had to start getting ready for school. Why me? Everyone else got up at seven. I've always had the unlucky end of the deal though, unlike my best friend Yogi Mayers. I don't have both of my parents, and I live with very uncaring foster parents. Well My foster mother is, as she always will be uncaring. Hatori works all the time, so he probably doesn't realize what's going on.

I walked downstairs and noticed it was really quiet, not unusual. This was usually how it was. I was expected to be able to take care of myself, now that I was fifteen. It's not that Mary or Hatori really ever cared about me though. I always took care of myself.

I knew they really didn't want me here. I could hear it in their thoughts.

Thoughts? You're probably wondering what I'm talking about. Ever since I was born, I have been able to hear the thoughts of those around me. That's how I know, Mary doesn't care about me. She says it in her head. I'm just a nuisance. Hatori doesn't really care either way if I'm gone or not.

I headed out to the bus, and greeted my friend Yogi, who was waiting for me.

"Hey Emma!" She said cheerfully. "What's up?" I groaned and she laughed. "Tired huh?" I never understood why, she always waited so early in the morning for me. I guess it was her way of telling me, that she cared.

"I'm always tired." I said yawning. "And you of course, are bubbly in the morning." She grinned and then became serious.

"I have to tell you something." She said in an excited tone. "We're going to a show Friday night!" Show? I looked at her inquisitively. "Well, we're going to see if there are any tickets left today after school, but all the same, we're going to go."

"Yogi." I said. "What show?" She pulled a flyer out of her school bag. That said Cirque Du Freak. What an odd name, the Circus Of Freaks. I didn't like the sound of it, because as soon as I looked at it, I had a dark feeling deep down in my chest.

You never know about those freak shows. If you have any sense at all, never attend one. It's a ridiculous and life threatening thing to do at times. It was kind of both for me.

"I don't know." I said looking at Yogi. "It doesn't sound so cool."

"Oh come on!" She exclaimed. "Don't be a chicken." I shook my head. "Please Emma?" I finally relented, she wouldn't have ever shut up, if I wouldn't have.

On the bus ride to school, she talked excitedly about what we were going to do after school, and I talked about it as if I were dreading it.

We finally reached the school, and I was so hoping for the day to go slow, or not end at all. Which is very odd for me. It went super fast, and soon I was walking home with my friend Yogi. She led me into a run down part of town, where I saw a small person in a blue robe, selling tickets in an alley way. Yogi led me over.

"Two tickets please!" She said in an over excited voice. The blue person looked at her and shook his head. "Why not?" She asked sadly. He pointed to a flyer that said, no children allowed.

"But…" She said. "My friend really wanted to go!" He looked at me, for awhile, and handed me two tickets, then waved away the money. That was very odd. Why would he give me tickets, and not let us pay?

What in the world was going on in this town?

Well that's another rewrite, I like this better.