I’d lived behind bars for most of my existence. I have my loving parents to thank for that! At least, I think I do. My master has told me stories about how I came under his wing.
“Your parents saw how awful you looked and begged me to take you off of their hands.” he would tell me every night before I fell asleep.
I never thought I looked as horrid as everyone seems to. Then again, I’ve never really gotten a good look at me; unless you count my reflection in the water. Even then I don’t think I looked too horrid. I had the basic golden blonde hair, and I think I have sky blue eyes. Water can be deceiving though. I think my favorite part of my appearance is the part that people fear--my wings. I don’t know why though. I absolutely love my white, feathered wings. They make me unique.
“Jenna!” a voice demanded, bringing me out of my thoughts. I would know that demanding voice anywhere. It belonged to Daviel, my master. Sure enough, a few short moments later, he strolled into my tent. This little visit would not have been weird if Daviel did not have an uncharacteristic smile spread across his face. I think I shivered once or twice when I first saw him. I quickly tore my gaze away from his face and stood up, brushing my hair from my face. I bowed slightly then tucked my wings behind my back. “It’s almost time for the show, my dear, and you are nowhere close to being ready.”
I jumped. I forgot about the upcoming show. I believe that all Daviel wanted was to see the shock that that statement would put me through because a few seconds later, he exited my tent.
Allow for me to explain my entire situation in case you have not yet figured it out. I, Jenna of Deaton, France, am the star in Daviel’s Show of Freaks that travels throughout France. There are others that are in the show, besides me, that travel around ’entertaining’ people if you could call it that. The other’s that are in the show are Amorette, Dustin, Edwina, and of course Daviel has to have his little bit of monie in there. There my not be much of us, but we bring in monie for Daviel’s money box.
Amorette is the youngest of the small crew. I’d say she is about zero and seven years of age. She gets funny looks, like the ones I get, because she has psychic abilities brought on by the third eye on her forehead. It’s rather eerie looking to be frank. Her third eye is reddish-black in color. Amorette’s normal eyes are an apple green color, and I’m very jealous of them because they are so pretty. She has short, honey brown colored hair to bring out the color of her eyes. She’s a very sweet but is always in trouble with Daviel for something or another. Poor little thing.
Next there’s Dustin. He is a couple of years older than I. I think Daviel once said that Dustin is ten and nine years. Dustin is always looking out of Amorette and making sure that Daviel does not do anything too awful to the girl. I am not really sure why Dustin is part of the show other than the fact that he’s extremely tall. Dustin has silvery-blonde hair that he keeps slightly long, about shoulder length. I love his eyes though. They are us like my mother’s eyes; warm, brown eyes that show’s nothing but love in them.
Edwina is like the little sister I never wanted. She’s a year younger than I am; ten and five year of age. She has the most beautiful hair that travels down her back, resting just above her hips. It’s the prettiest red color too! Anyways, Edwina also has dark green eyes that always hold a shard of happiness in them. It’s absolutely amazing how upbeat that girl is! I think that she has an amazing talent as well. Edwina can curl herself up and fit into almost anything.
And last, there’s Daviel, the ring leader of the show. He has black hair and cold black eyes. I can not look at them without shivering a good bit. His personality reflects his appearance too. Just like his look, Daviel too, is mysterious and cold hearted, for the most part anyways. He looks as if he’s about ten and eight years of age, but he acts much older. Perhaps he is hiding a secret from us all.
“Jenna, are you ready yet?” a soft voice called into my tent. Edwina walked in as soon as I heard her speak. I was just fixing my hair into a loose bun too. She sat down on my table and looked around. “Your tent is nicer than mine.”
I glanced over at her and chuckled. “Let’s go, Miss Complainer.” I said as I stood up and walked over to the edge of the tent. Turning, I glanced to see if Edwina was following me or not. Edwina ran ahead of me as we both ventured outside. I noticed that Daviel was closely watching everyone, making sure we didn’t try to escape. I was glad to see that the smile was no longer on his face.
The group of us climbed into our cages as we waited for the people to start crowding around our cages. Same act, different day, SADD, the group’s motto. Little did we all know that today was anything but the normal routine…
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