What Lies Behind A Smile.

Chapter 2: Circus Powers and childhood memories.

"I was born into a circus." The interviewer stared, there was no expression on his face, just a shell staring off into oblivion. I continued.
"Something they don't tell you about circus is that we have, well... (I couldn't think of the right word) 'powers'."I chuckled to myself as I said it.
My mother was a contortionist. Fairly normal right? Wrong she had no bones. She could flop around like a jelly fish moving in ways un-imaginable. To everyone she looked normal, black wavy hair, blue eyes. She was beautiful.
Then there was my father, a chubby balding man. I teased him a lot growing up, my mother would always defend him saying stuff like "He wasn't always that way you know he had the most amazing body, and the dreamiest brown eyes." I would always respond in disgust as a child. "Eww", "Gross mum". "You will understand one day." "As long as he is in the circus." We would recite together, as I rolled my eyes. Anyway his 'power' was Telekinesis, he could move anything with his mind. Though he was kind of lame with it he could turn a light switch off with his mind but he always choose to get up and do it. There was rules in the circus but the main three where "No using your powers for un-needed purposes." "You must attend normal activities and everyday lives while not exposing yourself to anyone." "And No dating outside of the circus." They seemed fair but they totally sucked, even though I was the only one to probably think that.
Anyway then there's my power. When I was born I had purple eyes. Know one knew what they did. She's useless." "How are we meant to make money."
One of the downsides of being in the circus was that you where poor and you had to travel ALOT. It was stupid and I hated it. The only money you had was what you made from your act. And when you where no longer making money you would move.
When I was five my parents eventually figured out what my power was, hypnosis. Just by looking at them I could make them do what I want. The only downside was if I hypnotised them for a long period of time I would fry there brain. And they would end up dying. That didn't really settle well with people in the circus and they couldn't risk me hurting anyone. Especially the kids my age when I accidentally killed the ice-cream Man when I was hypnotising him to give me a free ice-cream and I couldn't make up my mind on the flavour.
Being cast out sucks, but at the same time I love it no one bothers you that way. Cast out by the cast out society, wow what an accomplishment. "Where was?" I said to the interviewer in trance. "Oh. That's right."