Most of the kids here are asleep. Im still wide awake. It's either because if the cold morning breeze or my gut screaming, telling me I'm in danger.
I of course don't believe in these stupid "guts" and telling the danger. How the hell is something inside me going to tell me when something outside is going to endanger me.
I shook my head, clearing my thoughts. I wasn't the only one awake now:more and more people are getting awoken by the slowing of the rhythmic beat of the train. We're here.
Not soon after stopping, 4 men wearing makeup came into the cart. They looked at all of us and each picked children to go to their assorted "group". I was soon approached by a man wearing clown makeup. It looked so realistic, but that was stupid to say. Clowns don't exist. It's just people with make up. He nodded at me and pointed at the door and led me out to the others, apparently also chosen.
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Freak Show
HorrorYoung orphaned people are sent to work in a circus but, is it really all jokes and laughter?
