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Verna came along the Circus. "Finally," she murmured under her breath, "I'm here." She kept her eyes focused ahead of her, as butterflies and birds silently flew behind her. Her voice was low and happy. She wore a long, white, draped down dress that reached to her knees. It had straps and blue lace sown onto at the bottom in a curly Q design. She was barefooted - but didn't care. They had been injured from walking this far, with blood coming out of her toe nails. Verna's hair was blowing in the wind, slowly wiping her small ears - everyone in her family had small ears. She had short, silky, raven black hair that curled when it reached her shoulders, tickling her chin. She knew freaks would come here. She wasn't sure if they considered her a freak, she thought more of herself as gifted or special. She always looked on the bright side. Verna heard faint voices coming from the Circus tent. She's heard stories about the circus, and now she was ready to become a part of them.
Mike was already at the circus. He was sitting under a shady tree, waiting for the others to come out of the circus tent. He didn't like to intrude. Mike began to draw shapes on the grass with his fingers. He wasn't a freak - but maybe he was, he just hadn't found out his quality. That's why he came here. He leaned back and stretched his legs out. He wore a black hat, black converse, long sleeved t-shirt with the sleeves rolled up, and skinny jeans. He had shaggy blond hair, big brown eyes, and was incredibly muscular. Mike stopped drawing figures and folded his hands onto his stomach. He was hungry. It had been hours since he had eaten, but what he ate was what he could find - very little. He closed his eyes and looked up to the sky, or the tree leaves, as you could say.
15 years, 9 months & 10 days ago
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