Circus Freak

A Story by Ari

A 17 year old girl is born with wings, while she's being hunted down by Scientists her mother gets captured and held for randsome. At the same time her current boyfriend Daniel's memory is blank.

I could smell the grease in the air from the cooking of corndogs, turkey legs, hamburgers and hot dogs. I could hear the sound of children crying after they accidentally let go of their balloon, the swish of parent’s jeans trying to keep up with excited children. The squeal’s of the metal scraping against metal. The dry croak from throats after one threw up their unhealthy dinner. In the distance the sounds of the game booths could be heard, someone shouting and game bells ringing.

Turning around slowly taking everything in; the smells, the sounds, feeling of excitement coursing through the grounds, the fluorescent colors are like eye candy for the mind. This feeling of an adrenaline rush made me weak to my knees, which is till I smacked face first into Daniel Night captain of our school baseball team, the Jaguars.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to run into you Daniel.” My voice raised an octave of two.

“No, no I think it was I that ran into you Azella.” He replied in that husky voice of his that melts girl’s hearts.

I was about to thank him and ask how he was when a shrieking voice that sounded like a dog crying yanked him away and slapped me.

“Don’t you EVER touch Daniel again you f*****g circus freak!”

That was the voice of Daniel’s girlfriend Molly Polino, the girl who I liked to call the school s**t. The girl who everyone thinks is so perfect and who is “Mrs. Popularity”. As I watched Molly pull Daniel away, a tear escaped my eye and I quickly rubbed it off when Daniel looked back. Which is about the time my phone startled me by vibrating and below from a number I don’t know were two simple words that made my heart skip a beat. Those words were: I’m sorry.

Now is the time where I should probably introduce myself. My name is Azella Ferricia, I’m 17 years old and I live in Miami, Florida. I have long bronze hair and bright green eyes. Last but not least I was born with pitch black wings. Everyone calls me circus freak because of them, so I have to tape them back during the day. Well my mom helps me tape then and un-tape them every day. But not today, today I was hoping to blend in with the chaos here. So for the first time in my entire life, I let my wings announce to the world what kind of freak I was.

“Well world, its time you knew my name. I’m Azella Ferricia. And I was born with wings.”

Apparently unconsciously I was walking up in line to buy a ticket, and I was already at the counter where the tickets lady was screaming at me.

“HELLO!?! Are you going to buy a ticket or not?” She was short, probably in her 50s and has a full head of grey hair.

“I’m sorry, ma’am. I’ll take 2 tickets please.” I had promised a friend I’d buy her a ticket because she couldn’t afford it. Now if only I could find said friend.

I watched the lady pull off 2 tickets and slowly hand them over. She looked sick and tired, probably wanting to go home to her husband and relax her old joints.

“That will be $40.” Her comment was short and her voice was rude. But I did as she asked and pulled a $50 from my wallet and slid it under the hole in the window, patiently waiting for my change.

“And next time young lady; don’t keep an old woman waiting 5 minutes. We get cranky you know. Also why are you wearing a costume, it’s not Halloween.” Her voiced cracked a little in that short paragraph as her wrinkly hand slid my $10 under the window. As I smiled and calmly took my money back, placing it in my wallet.

“Oh you mean my wings? They are not a costume ma’am, they are real.” I smiled again and walked away, feeling everyone’s stares on my wings. I stopped in an open clearing, which I thought was a little weird. It was as if all the people moved because they knew I was going to be there. Like no one wanted to be near the “circus freak” just because I have wings.

Being me I thought I’d give them a show due to their stares, so as I practiced at home I drew in a calm breath and stretched my wings out far and wide. It was about the time where I felt my wings were fully stretched that I bent my knees and with a few beats of my powerful wings I was hovering 2 feet above the ground.

If you tried hard enough you could drown out the shouts of “circus freak” or “devil” or best one yet “hell spawn”. Even doing this I could still hear them screaming hurtful things. Looking down I see Daniel staring up at me, his face was in awe. Was it for me or was it because of my wonderful lovely wings?

“ENOUGH!” I screamed and they listened, they all shut up. It was a miracle to see the townsmen of Miami quite for a minute, all because of one “freak” telling them to shut the hell up.

“You all say I’m a freak, yet what are you to me? Your all are what you would call a ‘normal’ but I call weird. You can’t fly like I can, you all have boundaries! I have only one limit which is the ozone layer. You don’t get to see the things I can, you can’t not travel to the other side of the world in under a minute. No! It takes you all hours to get to China, while it takes me 56 seconds! So why don’t one of you join me up here? See what life can look like if you had wings!” At the end of my spiel swiftly touching down on the ground softly bending at the knees I launch into the sky before swooping down and picking up Daniel by the waist.

Leaning into his ear I whispered to him like a loving couple would “It will be ok, do you trust me?”

Tossing him up before lightly catching him around the waist we fly off to a cave on Mt. Anvil which was about 300 miles away from Miami. I flew slowly letting him take in the sight of the ground passing underneath us rapidly. When four words escaped his sexy light pink lips, words that made me all warm inside.

“I trust you Azella.”

Just those three words, twisted my heart. His calm presence made me weak at the knees, his beating heart calmed my nerves. And yet I couldn’t believe he was in my arms, as we were flying away somewhere secluded.

What will I tell him? What will I say? Get it together woman it’s just Daniel.

No it wasn’t just Daniel; it was the guy I dreamed about. The guy that smiled at me softly when I walked past him in the halls. Someone who helped me when I cried. Someone I've grown up with. No, he wasn’t just Daniel. He was the one I fell in love with 6 years ago.

© 2012 Ari

Author's Note

not finished yet...

My Review

Would you like to review this Story?
Login | Register

Featured Review

Xypher

Guess you need to work much harder and plan the entire story first up, there are a few grammatical errors and the overall story just flashes by too quickly.. changing Azella's character from a Angel-like 17 year old girl figure to someone with Dragon-like strength and speed.