Maria finds a music box (other story's included)

why do people like the circus

Why do people love the circus?

Is it the fresh smell of delicious popcorn that fills the air with delight?

Or maybe the mouth watering sweets and cakes that makes your heart melt?

is it the excitement of having fun?

Perhaps its the bright lights that gives out a colourful setting that gives a fairy tale vibe that could be a near dream of ones mind?

Could it be the performance?

Or maybe the clowns designed and styled in their own unique way to put a gleaming smile upon your face?

How about the colourful vibrant balloons that colours will match the most beautiful rainbows?

What about the children that are beaming with the biggest smile?

Maybe the stunts, tricks, magic shows, acts and more?........

whatever the reason. I hated the circus.

"lets go!" my little sister practically yelled as she dragged me along the gravel like ground towards a pink and white tent with a line of barely anyone wanting to go into the tent, no kids screaming and yelling for their parents attention to go in there, just silent. I soon agreed to take my sister into the tent but told them we wouldn't stay for long as the circus would close soon. She gave a disappointed sigh as she quietly whispered an 'ok' as we walked over the tent.

"lets go in! lets go in! come on! come on! come on!" she whined and yelled as my phone rang out of no where. I took the small device out of my pocket and found out it was a call from work, not wanting to get in trouble at work I take the call not noticing my little sister rush in the tent without telling me.

After an hour of talking on the phone to my boss the circus was closing so me and my sister had to leave, apart from where was she?

I soon went in a state of panic as I tried to find my sister. no success.

After 4 hours of searching the circus is now closed and I'm now on the verge of crying knowing something or someone took my little sister.

I was going to leave until I saw a figure in the distance holding hands with...........MY SISTER!!!

I ran as fast as I could towards the person with my sister. I pushed the stranger witch I was able to I identify as a pink and white haired clown that must of worked her, she was covered in blood and that's what scared me. I pushed her aside and hugged my sister tight, but something wasn't right, I slowly let go of my grip as I turned to face my sister.

I screamed at what I saw.

I hate the circus...