What is the point of life? I still have yet to find out. But I have a feeling that that will come soon. As I slowly stepped towards a huge red striped tent, I knew that not only was I entering hell, but I was also entering home. A new home for me a home that already belonged to several people. And I was just going to be their knew flat mate and colleague.
Where was I? I was their new kid at school, but instead we were all too old to be at school. I looked to my left to see a charming, young man, with blonde hair and dark eyes, talking to who looked like his mother. Sober hair and smaller than he was. I looked to my front and there stood an older woman, with light blonde hair, the colour of sun rays. Eyebrows long, thin and curved. She was the same height as me, so I was staring at her hazel but brown eyes.
"You must be the new girl" she notified me, as I nodded afterwards. As her fingers smoothed over mine she held my hand and walked me to what appeared to be my room. A mirror, a bed, and a dressing table. As the middle aged woman left the room, I stood in front of my mirror. My long mousey hair drifting against my shoulders. My dark eyes tired. I hadn't slept all night.
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Maisey
General FictionWhen Maisey, finally has the courage to join the circus, she meets some very "strange" individuals. How will Maisey deal with stress, bruises, love, hate and friendship?
