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Circus Girl (On Hold Until I Realize Why Exactly I Wrote This)


I wanted to post this chapter on 11/11/11 but my C.P.U got a glitch :(

anyway... XD



Chalie's P.O.V

By the time we stopped in front of our Travelodge on The Strip, everyone was melting. Even with the air conditioner switched on, everyone was sweating bullets. Lucky for me, I don’t really sweat much, so my skin was just glistening and my t-shirt was slightly damp.

No such luck for Djinn, Shadow, Ronnie, Jamie and Leo though, they were wet.

As soon as I opened the door, I was pushed out side and fell flat on my face while everyone rushed out, stepping over me. I sat up grumpily and rubbed my nose and elbow. That was definitely going to leave a bruise. I heard laughter in front of me and looked up to see Jamie, Djinn, Ronnie and Leo doubling over and gasping for breath as they tried to breathe while laughing. Idiots. Even Shadow had cracked a smile.

I got up and barged past them, into the coolness of the lobby and fell into one of the weird looking sofa/chair things. I saw through the glass doors that the other vans had arrived and so had the big, beat up R.V that carried the big top, bally and props. Everyone took their own bags containing their clothes and stuff and walked in. The stuff in the R.V was left there itself. Shadow walked in and went to up the receptionist and asked for the room keys. Since we wanted to save money and all, each room had four people in it. We were here only because the empty ground, where circuses were usually held, was occupied for some sort of carnival. I would be sharing a room with Ronnie, Geisha and Cleopatra.

I went over to Ronnie and crossed my arms over my chest, raising an eyebrow.

“What?” Ronnie asked.

“Where’s my luggage?” I asked, looking down at her. She was about half an inch shorter that me so that made it sort of hard to stare down at her.

“In the van.” She said simply, trying hard not to crack a smile.

I glared and went over to Shadow for the keys to the van.

“Hey, Shadow? I want the keys to the van. I forgot my luggage inside.” Okay, so that last part was a lie. He looked over his shoulder, dug out the keys from his pocked and tossed them backwards at me. I caught the keys and turned to leave.

“Your room is on the ground floor, 13. Don’t forget to lock the door!” Said Shadow, from behind me. I rolled my eyes and went outside, into the hot and dry weather of Las Vegas. I went up to the van and opened the back, took out my blue and yellow bag and grabbed my iPod from where it was lying, baking in the sun, on the seat. My poor iPod, I just hoped that it wasn't malfunctioning or anything.

I closed the back, checked that the car was locked and turned, walking back towards the building. Just before I went in, I saw a flash of something on my right. What is that? I turned just in time to see a black haired boy just about my age, turn and walk away, towards another room.


I turned back and marched to my room on the ground floor.

Alex's P.O.V

I watched as the girl walked towards her van and take out a blue and yellow bag.

I was leaning on an old, black Beater which looked like it had been bought some where during the 14th century. I was wearing a hoodie but I hadn’t put the hood on because of the heat and because I didn’t want to look suspicious.  The plan was all set, everything was in place, now all that was left was for this girl to perform with her circus pals and I would be able to do my thing.

I was just wondering how much longer I would have to bake in the Vegas heat when she turned around and looked right where I was, leaning against the back of the beater, pretending to listen to music with my iPod in one hand and an ice slushie in another.

She squinted at something on my hand and I realized that my watch was catching the sun light. I hastily turned around and walked out of the parking lot, and into my room that was right next to the beat up Beater.

My heart was beating painfully hard in my chest. Did she see me? If she did then was she suspicious of who I was? Does she know I was following her? Is she going to tell someone?

I shoved these thoughts away from my head. She could not have seen me, or at least my face. I turned around too fast for her to see my face. I hope. But the plan had to go on. It had to. So it doesn’t matter if she saw me or not, I was going to go with the plan.

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