Cirque Du Freak: A Freak's Story (soon to be in editing)

Chapter 15: The Song Does Not Remain the Same

The next morning, Bishop and I did the chores that were usually fr Evra and I, but today Evra was showing Darren around camp. Darren was going to room in Evra's tent now, and something in me told me that I wouldn't be seeing a lot of green scales anymore.

Bishop was confused when it came to washing dishes. God, what a cute little guy. His blue eyes would squint and he'd furrow his eyebrows, turning to me with a plate full of green (mystery) foods. "What do I do?" He asks.

I eventually taught him how to clean dishes with the soap and the sponge and rising it it warm water, and he got the hang of it and began washing.

"What you did last night to Mr. Larten Crepsley," Bishop began, and I rolled my eyes because I really didn't want to talk about him. "was very uncalled for. But part of me understands why you punched him in the face three times."

"And what would that be?" I asked.

"Anger." he said. "You were angry for him taking your friend and putting you through so much pain."

"Yeah, I guess you're right."

He turned back to the dishes and washed them silently. I started to think what Evra and Darren could be doing right now, but shook it off, because I didn't want to think of Darren at the moment.

My ears and tail were being able to breathe, and I was with freaks like me, so I should just be thankful and stop hating my life. Okay, I should've hated it before, but now I have all the greatest things in the world, why am I so down?

Darren.

I missed Darren a lot. I missed watching him play soccer, I missed talking to him after school in the field. I miss walking down the road with him and talking about total nonsense, and I missed his gentle touches. I missed his smile and his eyes that always held a joy in them. I missed when Darren would rant on about how he is so in love with spiders, and I'd just ignore him and laugh. I missed his voice whenever he called to someone or even spoke a single word. I miss his small planted kiss.

I just miss Darren.

Bishop finished before me and dried his hands, walking out of the kitchen tent and outside. I didn't know where he was going, but I let him go. He was probably going to Mr. Tall or on a walk.

I finished a few minutes after and walked out, and surprised to see Evra and Darren emerging from behind a bush. Evra almost looked pale, even with his green skin, and Darren had a hand on his shoulder, and I could hear a muffled conversation. "Who was that?" Darren asked.

I didn't hear anything else after that. I was surprise I was even able to make that sentence out, because they were all the way across camp and other people were talking over them.

I made my way back to my tent. I didn't know when Bishop would be back, so I just decided to take a cat-nap. (Pun intended)

I pushed the tent curtain aside and entered, only to see Truska sitting atop the bed. She held scissors and a comb in her hand and smiled sweetly. At first, I thought she was some sort of serial killer and was going to slice me up, limb by limb, but then I got the message.

She wanted to give me a hair cut.

I guess I could go for a trim. I smiled at Truska and nodded, and she giggled in her think, unknown accent. She stood from the bed, pushing her hair up into a tied bun with a red ribbon. She walked out of the tent, her hand still in her hair, one holding the dicots an comb. I followed her. This was going to be difficult, I didn't understand her language and the only other person apart if the Cirque who understood her and could translate was Evra, but he was with Darren. I didn't want to bother him, or face Darren. Not yet. I still needed time to adjust.