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SUPER MEGA FOXY AWESOME HAWT.

This. Is going to be. The best day. EVER. You bounce up and down in place, feeling your long ponytail bounce along with you. Your mother was nice enough to organize for your birthday party to happen at a Circus that had just rolled into town a few days before. As the show was ridiculously late, you had to organize this whole thing to start on a Friday, although your special day happened to fall on a Wednesday. The very thought made you pout and look down at your nearly five-inch heels, past your pink designer skirt and equally bright halter top and required school blazer. Ugh. That HIDEOUS blazer. You think that your parents would have made enough donations to the school to make the get rid of the stupid uniform. You shudder to supress a gag, then looked around for your idiot friends who were supposed to be HERE BY NOW.

A quick text fixed that rather quickly. Your four friends show up in quick order. You give the a few disapproving looks and saunter off towards the Circus. Your lovely parents had also made a payment to the freaks at the show to let the five girls hang out around the weirdos.

The circus-y type place was pretty sweet, you had to admit. Except your stillettos keep stuck in this stupid field the freaks set their little show up in. Ugh. You had sat down on a set of black steps with your friends, and were watching the weirdos walk by, especially the boys. You had to admit, even some of the freakier ones looked pretty hot, and your idiot friend Kim had been eying this guy who reminded you of a lizard, with a full set of scales and slittle pupils. You found his lack of eyelids unsettling.

You shriek with surprise as the door behind you opens, and you leap to your feet. Stumbling a bit on the uneven ground doesn't alter your indignant ex[injection]pression as you stare up at the ridiculously tall man who had emerged from the plae you had set your ABSURDLY ATTRACTIVE heiney. Putting a pout on your face, you ask exactly what he was thinking opening his door like that. Your friends support you for once, the weirdies.

The man is darkly attractive, actually, although the mounds of scars are taking away from that. He is wearing exclusively dark clothing, although the fact that his shirt had an orange butterfly embroidered in the lower corner of the torso makes you smirk a bit. The sleeves of the shirt are pushed up over his elbows. In fact, as you stare at his face, it seems like he is in sore need of a haircut, with raggedy bangs hanging into his face. "Can I help you ladies?" He asks slowly, his voice sounding lie a smoker's, harsh and raspy, although the sets of scars running across the sides of his neck attract your attention. You state matter of factly that you are here to watch the show, then demand who he thinks he is. "I happen to be one of the owners of this "bunch of freaks" as you so rudely called it." He seems to be becoming angry, his eyes steely. Wait. Is one of his...ewww! One of his eyes is all...blind-y. Eugh. He seems to notice your reaction and bends from his stupid height to invade your personal bubble.

"The leader of this little band, I presume?" He asks in his nasty, raspy, smoker's voice. You nod, rather bravely you think, then he says, with a stupidly smug ex[injection]pression on his face, "Let me show you what's going to happen during your party, Miss. And then you can tall me if you still want to say." He has the nastiest grin on his face. Looking closely, his tongue is a DISGUSTING shade of purple, and long and pointed. The man stands up again and pulls a long case from the van, almost as dark as the freak himself. You quickly feel a sense of horror as the man pulls out a long blade and proceeds to run himself through very calmly. Two of your friends bolt immediately, and the other two are looking very green. You yourself don't feel very good. The seond sword was it for Kim and Ronnie, but you stand, brave and alone, your heels sinking into the stupid grass. When he began sticking me[injection]tal skewers through his tongue, you are forced to run behind his van and promptly lose the last thing you ate. Ugh. This was a TERRIBLE idea. It's ALL YOUR PARENT'S FAULT. God. You better run before the head freak finds you. So you do. Far, far away. Home, to yell at your idiot mother and father.

You were my friend,

I could tell you anything.

I knew you'd listen,

And ease my pain.

It broke my heart to leave,

But I knew I'd be back.

Little did I know,

That day was our last.

And then I returned,

And you were gone.

I'm glad though,

I knew you that long.