Sawblade circus

Chapter Two

It was around nine when Nathan and Annabelle arrived at their parents’ house. It was a normal two story home, decorated with lots of flowers and plants. They parked their car and Annabelle walked to the door while Nathan went to get their bags. “Welcome home, honey!” Mrs. Hill said, giving her daughter a hug when she opened the door. “Hi mom!” She cheerfully answered back. “So how’s collage going?” She asked when both Annabelle and Nathan were seated in the living room. “Good.” They both answered back. “How have you and dad been lately?” Their mothers expression changed quickly, from angered, but then quickly back to happy.

“We’re just fine, now, go unpack your things. He should be back in a little bit and then we’ll have dinner.” “Alright.” Nathan said. “I haven’t seen my room in forever.” “I didn’t touch anything, so they’ll be like you left them.” Mrs. Hill said, going into the kitchen. They climbed the stairs and both entered their old room. Annabelle’s contained a desk, which still had all her old drawings on them. Beside the desk was her bed, and beside that was her closet. On the wall next to her TV were the shelves with all her books on them. She flopped down on her bed and began to unpack. Nathans room wasn’t much different. His desk held all the old collage paperwork he’d left on it, along with some old video games he hadn’t played in years. He decided that he’d unpack later and play them instead. They heard the door open then, and someone walk in. They hurried down the stairs to see their dad standing in the living room. “Hi dad!” They both said. “Dinners ready!” Mrs. Hill said, not giving Mr. Hill a chance to say hi.

They were all seated and eating their dinner when the commercial came on. It was a commercial for a circus that was in town, a freak show circus. “We should go.” Mr. Hill said. “It’ll be like when you two were kids.” They nodded in agreement. “So, how’s collage going?” “Pretty good.” Annabelle said. “What’re you two studying to become again?” “Detectives. They allow us to go to crimes scenes to brake in or robberies to see how real ones do the job.” Their dad nodded. “So they allow you to help?” “Sometimes.” Dinner went by, everyone talking about their lives and catching up on things, when Annabelle saw an old photo album. She excused herself from the table and went over to it and began to look at the old pictures. She saw ones of her first birthday party, her first day of school, Halloween and Christmas ones; they all brought back good memories. She was about to close the book when she saw a picture had got stuck to the back of the cover.

She gently pulled it off, and saw that it was an old picture of her friend from her childhood. She called him Snakeman because of how he cut his tongue to make it look like a snakes in high school. She lost touch with him after they graduated. She thought about calling him to catch up but her mom walked in. “You two go get some sleep now, I know it’s early but tomorrow we’ll have lots of things to do. So get some rest.” Annabelle nodded and followed her brother up the stairs. “Is it just me, or are they acting weird?” She whispered to Nathan, who in turn nodded. They both fell asleep quickly.

“Hurry up; we need to get everything ready before tomorrow!” The ringmaster barked. He was angry that this had taken as long as it did. He was tall, red haired, and the black stuff around his eyes and lower cheeks wasn’t make up. His eyes shot daggers into your eyes. “Hurry up!” He barked again at the poor little servants who traveled with the circus to put the tents up. Since it was night, his teeth were all fang like, and his eyes pierced red. “If any of you don’t want to be fed to the acts then hurry up!” Tomorrow was their opening day, and the main tent was only halfway set up. His blood pressure sky rocketed whenever he looked up. He wasn’t very patient. Everyone sighed when it was finally finished, the ringmaster looked up and finally smiled. “Now find some people to feed the acts, they aren’t going to be happy tomorrow if they aren’t fed!”