The Sideshow

The Sideshow

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sat, Mar 16, 2019
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A group of friends start playing like they were in a side show when they were young, but Marco takes it too far. He starts changing and acting wild. What is happening to him, will he ever be the same? {Intro} It all started when we were kids. Playing around with sticks, juggling, passing, being kids. But something changed in Marco.... He became obsessed. He wanted to do everything there is to do in the side shows, sword swallowing, fire breathing, even being covered head to toe in tattoos. His parents weren't around much so he could do whatever he wanted. He learned how to do almost everything a person can do without being born with some form of DNA mutation. He even learned how to steal my heart. I remember him when we were younger with bright dirty blond hair, lime green eyes and the light scatter of freckles across his nose and cheeks. He became colder as we grew up, smoking by the age of 14, secluding himself, wearing black shirts with long sleeves on even the hottest day in summer. He changed, and none of us think for the good.
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COMPLETED "You are pretty dumb for a dork," I laugh as Justin hangs his head down in defeat, "Let me show you" I fiddle around with the displaced parts until it clicks together and the record player starts playing again, "See it's supposed to do that!" "You are pretty smart for a slut." He says back with a laugh but, I can see on his face he instantly regrets it. My mouth is hanging open, in complete shock, when he continues "I'm sorry I didn't mean it-" "No, stop," I say with a slight laugh and then for some reason it grows to a full-blown fit of laughter, "No. one. has. ever. called. me. that. to. My. face" I manage to get out through my small, continuing fits of laughter. "You aren't mad at me?" "No, it's not like that an unknown fact," I saw with a smile, "I'm actually surprised you had the balls to say it." "I don't think you are a slut," He says, his cheeks getting a little flushed. In my most breathy, husky voice, I answer, "are you sure, Justin? I know you have thought about the things I would let you do to me if I would just get naked in front of you." As I start to pull off the sweater that is covering the small tank top that's under it. His face flushes a deeper color of red and I can't help but, giggle a little. "Don't worry Justin, I won't get naked unless you ask." Justin and Blythe are basically polar opposites from each other but, because of one class, they find themselves having to learn everything they can about each other. Where will this story take them? Will they become friends or enemies? Will they pass the class and the ultimate test? Continue on reading to find out!

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