I sit at my laptop. Watching. Watching. Intensely. Of acrobats and other "freaks". I think... I want to be like them. I sigh in disappointment.
"JULIA!" I hear screaming and a bang on the door.
I panic.
I run to my window and unlock it real quick.
I hear him. Kicking, punching, slamming his giant body against my door.
I open the window and jump out of it. I land in the bushes below.
I hear the door burst open and my mom crying for him to stop. I ran.
I ran as fast as I can.
No shoes.
Just a girl, a freak, running for her life.
I run around the block to the local gas station. Where I ask for help. They looked at me in disgust and escort me out.
Why does everyone hate me? Even people who don't even know me hate me.. it's like they can sense what's wrong with me.
And my luck is that, it starts raining again.
So there's just me.. walking barefoot in the rain. Crying. Bleeding from the impact of the bushes.
And I'm alone..
All alone..
Walking down the road alone. In the dark. But that's ok, freaks are supposed to be alone.. apparently.
Cars whoosh past me. My hair is now a dark brown from the puddles splashing on me.
I have no where to go.. so I walk.
I walk.
I walk...
I realized that the sun was completely down and I needed somewhere to sleep.
I can't go back home.
No way..
I walk to the bus stop to sleep on the benches.
Until I noticed a large, black man was already occupying it.
"Uh... si-... sir?" My words are shaky.
He gets up in a rush.
He stands up and he's about 6"4 and broad.
I back up and walk away silently, looking at the ground.
I walk until I see the old, eerie sign stating.. "Welcome to Keyesville! Enjoy your stay..! Population 120."
I knew where I was going was much better than where I was...
