Chapter 3: The Flyer
The next day at school in English class I sat in a group with Darren, Steve, Alan, Tommy, and some other goodie-twoe-shoes kid. "Hey guys I got somethin' to show ya'." Steve said reaching into his booksack. Tommy and I exchanged questioning glances at each other. "What is it?" Darren said not looking up from his paper.
"Some guy gave it to me in a dark alley way," Steve said, "he said tell my friends." Steve pulled out a green flyer. First he gave it to Tommy to read. "Cool!" Tommy said handing it to Alan. "Freaks?" Alan said in a nervourse way for some reason.
Alan then handed it to Darren. Darren took FOREVER to read it. "Hey Hotshot," I said smiling "hurry it up!" Darren then handed the green flyer to me.
It was an advertiseing phamphlet for some sort of traveling circus. There was a picture of a wolf's head at the top. The wolf had it's mouth open and saliva was dripping from it's teeth. At the bottom were pictures of a spider and a snake, they looked vicious too. Just beneath the wolf, in big red capital letters were the words:
CIRQUE DU FREAK
underneath that, in smaller writing:
FOR ONE WEEK ONLY - CIRQUE DU FREAK!!
SEE:
SIVE AND SEERSA - THE TWISTING TWINS!
THE SNAKE BOY! THE WOLF-MAN! GERTHA TEETH!
LARTEN CREPSLEY AND HIS PERFORMING SPIDER - MADAM OCTA!
ALEXANDER RIBS! THE BEARDED LADY! HANS HANDS!
RHAMIUS TWOBELLIES - WORLDS FATTEST MAN!
Beneath all that was an address where you could buy tickets and find out where the show was playing. And right at the bottom, just above the pictures of the snake and the spider:
NOT FOR THE FAITHEARTED!
SOME RESTRICTIONS MAY APPLY!
"Cirque Du Freak?" I muttered softley to myself. "Cirque is french for circus..." Steve said. "Circus of freaks?" Darren said a little too loudly, "Is it a freak show?" Alan asked "Looks like it." Tommy responded to Alan.
I began reading the flyer again, immersed in the drawings and descriptions of the performers. In fact, I was so immersed, I forgot about Mr. Dalton. I only remembered him when the room was silent. I looked up and saw Darren sitting in front of me looking above my head, his eyes widened. At first I thought my snapback had fallen off and that he had seen my cat ears. But no, much worse, well not really but it was a little bad. Feeling my my ears twitch and the hair on my neck stick straight up, I stared over my shoulder to see Mr. Dalton, standing behind me reading the flyer.
"What's this?" he snapped, snatching the flyer out of my hand, examining it.
"It's an advertisment, sir." I answered.
"Where did you get it?" he asked. He looked angry. I'd never seen him this worked up before. "Where"d you get it?" he asked again.
I licked my lips nervously. I didn't know how to answer. I wasn't going to tell on Steve. I couldn't think of a reasonable lie. Luckily Steve, stepped in.
"It's mine sir." Steve answered honestly in a macho-man tone.
"Yours?" Mr. Dalton blinked slowly.
"I found it near the bus stop, sir," Steve said. "Some guy threw it away. I thought it looked interesting so I picked it up. I was going to ask you about it later at the end of class." he crossed his arms over his chest and winked at me.
"Oh." Mr. Dalton tried not to look flattered but I could tell he was. "That's different, nothing wrong with an eager to learn mind. Sit down Steve." Steve sat, winking at me. I i felt the heat rise up on my face, why was i blushing? I barley ever blush around Steve!
. Mr. Dalton stuck a thumbtack on the flyer and pinned it the the buliten board.
"Long ago," he said, tapping the flyer, ",there used to be real freak shows. Greedy con-men crammed malformed people in cages and -"
"Sir, what's malformed mean?" somebody asked.
"Someone who doesn't look normal," Mr. Dalton said "A person with three arms or two noses; someone with cat ears or a tail; "I'm not malformed." I said under my breath so no one heard me but I think Darren did because he looked weird at me for a few seconds. Mr. Dalton continued,"the con men put these so called 'Freaks' in cages and treated them like animals." Mr. Dalton explained "They charged the public to stare and laugh at them, tease and mock the poor people who were no different from you and I only in looks." Mr. Dalton said whith a sad look on his face, as if he felt bad for the mistreated freaks.
"That's cruel." some girl in the front said.
"Indeed." Mr. Dalton agreed "Freak shows were cruel, monsterous creations. That's why I was angry when I saw the flyer." He tore down the green flyer. "They were banned years ago, but every so often you will here a rumour of one nearby."
"Do you think the Cirque Du Freak is real?" I asked Mr. Dalton "I doubt it," He said "Proboably just a cruel hoax." he continued "Still, ... if it was real, .... I'm hoping none of you would ever even dream of going to this!" Mr. Dalton said
"Heavens no!" we all shouted.
"Because freak shows were terrible," he said, "They pretended to be proper circus's but they were cesspits of evil. Anybody who went to one would be just as bad as the people running it." He said.
"You'd have to be really twisted to want to go to one of those!" Steve blurted. And the he turned to me and said quietly in a whisper "Babe guess what?' he asked quietly "What?" I said, leaning in toi hear him. "We're going!!" he winked, again and smiled widley.
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Cirque Du Freak: A Freak's Story (soon to be in editing)
Fanfiction[I began writing this about a year ago and was bad at grammar, but it gets better after chapter seven, may soon be in editing] [update: soon to be in editing] You must think that freaks are people who walk around wearing all black, or act weird, or...
