I was hanging on the trapeze. Everyone is watching me. Don't watch anyone else, just me. Whenever I do some of my more dangerous tricks, I need everyone to watch, I fail if no one watches. Whenever I fail, I go into a rage of anger. "That's all for today! You can get off and come down Lunar." I was snapped out of my thoughts as I heard my name. The tent was empty except for my boss being there. The annoying old man, Fred, more likely known as, and I quote, "king of the circus". It angers me how much attention he gets when I'm the one doing everything and making sure his business doesn't fall apart. I'm used to not getting much credit for the work I do, but watching someone else get the attention I'm supposed to be receiving is hurtful. I got off of the trapeze and walked up to Fred, wondering why he made me quit the practice.
"Ah yes, my miracle Lunar," he put his hands on the sides of my face despite being a foot shorter than me. "don't overwork yourself a few days before your performances". I pushed away his hands and walked away sighing. "It's called training and practice, it's required, without it I would've broken my neck already". I replied with my back turned to him. I head to my caravan. Each of my colleagues has a caravan where we sleep, get ready, and sometimes even eat. Mostly we eat together like a family but that doesn't happen often lately.
I reached my caravan being annoyed about the stuff that happened today. Being in the circus is fun until you have a boss like mine. "From the bottom of my heart, Fred, I hate you."
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Freak acts
General FictionIt's finally official, freak acts is becoming one of the main stories on my page, In here you will get a small peek into the (made up by me yet based on a little bit of true happenings) life of Lunar and the rest of his group. They lived their entir...
