The Clowns Mask

My twelth birthday, for most people a great day in their lives, for me the worst. This is how it all began.

The present

I stumbled down the stairs and yelled "wake up, wake up" My mum, tired said "what do you want!" "Its my BIRTHDAY" I ran downstairs, nothing, where were my presents? My mum tapped me "your present, is a trip to the circus"

How could she? She knew I hated the circus. I just smiled and walked slowly away.

The beggining of the end

We found our seats. I went for some candy sticks, but I was pulled back by my mum. Watch the show she shouted. The clown asked for an assistant my mum shoved me forward and the clown took me backstage get ready for the trick! He put a mask on me. My mum came and kissed the man on the cheek. Father wouldn't want this I looked through the eye holes and she said the reason he was dead was because of her.

Now days I'm just a practice dummy thrown off ropes and trapezes I feel no pain my soul was taken along time ago.