> Information for those who are wondering what I am doing. This is a little thing that me and Drago (formally known as Dragonet {the D-dog}) are going to be writing. It's about the circus if you haven't caught that as much and yeah...that's pretty much all.<
PS> I'm sorry, Drago for the long post. I got carried away!
Ignacia "Iggy" Freeman:
I felt her nails rake across the side of my cheek. Gasping loudly, I grabbed at my wounded face and turned to glare down my sister. She smiled cunningly, her fingers raised in front of her face menacingly. Anger began to pump through my veins and a steely taste of despite filled my mouth.
"What was that for?" I cried.
"Don't try telling on me, I'll only just get you into trouble." Samantha smiled widely, her perfect teeth framed by her lip gloss smudged lips. She was one of those girls who hungered to be a teenager with a bra size larger then her I.Q. Her short pants and high cut tank top were evidence of that.
"I'm not going to tell on you," jumping forward, I grabbed onto her hair and tugged down relishing in her scream. My Uncle had called me a sadist when I would continuously pull the rattle away from my cousin, laughing when she cried. I had disagreed when he said that, but now I was having second thoughts. Towards my sister anyway...
Samantha kicked and punched weakly at me, as I kneed her in the stomach sending her reeling back. She grabbed at a spatula on the kitchen table and I laughed.
"What are you going to do with that?" I mocked, forcing fire to my tone.
I shouldn't have asked that question. Maybe I wouldn't be wearing it if I hadn't. Samantha flung the spatula at my head and hit square on. I staggered backwards bringing my hands up to my nose. Tears of pain began to bud in the corner of my eyes. Quickly blinking them away, my shoulders began to shake with anger. Roaring, I lunged forward trying to catch her. Dad swung into the kitchen, his eyes blood shot from staying at work so late. Samantha ran behind his leg and forced a strained sob. I stopped, my leg still raised in the air and my hand bunched into a fist. I glanced at Samantha not to do anything dramatic that will get me in trouble but we were past that point already.
"What's going on in here? I enter the house to screaming! What do you think the neighbours will think of this family?" Dad glared icily at me, his knuckles turning white as he gripped his suit case.
"Dad, I- it's not what it looks like," I said uselessly, my hands dangling limply by my sides. The butterflies in my stomach must've mutated or something because I was definitely feeling a lot worse then uncomfortable.
Samantha wiped her runny nose on my Father's business pants and let out a cry. "She hurt me, Daddy. Iggy said that she hated me and that I stole her s-stuff when I d-didn't!"
I glanced at Dad, my mouth opening and widening like a fish which had been unexpectedly pulled out of the sea. Dad put his large hand on my sister's hair and patted her trying to be comforting. I glared her down; it should be me there. I should be Dad's favourite! He looked up from my sister and met my eyes angrily.
"Go to your room, Ignacia!" his tone was frighteningly cold and I didn't wait to run up the large fleet of stairs. The silk of my dress beated against my legs as I rushed into my room and let the door shut behind me. Collapsing onto the ground, I sighed trying to keep the tears of frustration from leaking down my cheeks.
"Why does she always do that? Why does she always pin the blame on me!?" I asked my stuffed animals placed under my bed. I kept them hidden there from any other speculative eyes; I didn't want to be teased at school. Crawling over to my bed, I pulled out the fat kangaroo I had name Yella. "What do you think, Yella?"
If anyone had seen me then, they would've thought I was nuts. And maybe I was. A piece of paper slipped from the front pocket of the stuffed kangaroo and landed in front of me. The picture of a large clown and a dozen other circus actors stood invitingly behind it framed the small flyer. I glanced down at it and felt my heart falter. "The circus will be here soon, Yella are you excited?" I looked at the toy questioningly as if expecting it to answer, of course it didn't. Sighing, I dropped the kangaroo and walked to my open window. It was huge, but of course it was! Our house was the largest house in the town and the most expensive.
"I want to go outside into town to get a book," I said, speaking over my shoulder. "Do you think Dad will be angry if I go out?" I paused, pulling down my jumper sleeves. "No! Okay, I'll be back in a tick. Cover for me."
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