I remember, clear as water, the day my parents first signed me up for the circus adoption programme. They just thought it was an innocent orphanage for young people like me. I don't blame them: I am a terrible child.
I regret every single thing I did now. The first three weeks of camp were rough, but tomorrow, I'm going to the big circus. The main circus. I'm kinda scared but, what can happen? I had a weird feeling in my guts. It told me to run. Run away.
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Freak Show
HorreurYoung orphaned people are sent to work in a circus but, is it really all jokes and laughter?
