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in the morning and the last to return. I was rebelling from being that little girl that was hurt by a collection of heartless travellers.
As time passed other circuses would come through the town. I gave myself and my troop the job of sending them on their way. They would wake to find their caravan graphitised with spray paint and their big top blowing away because the strings had been cut.
We were never caught. We would sneak out of the orphanage in the middle of the night, do our worst and then return before any of the carers had any idea that we had even left. We used to rip up all the flyers and posters we could find advertising the circus or spray over them.
All sorts of circus’s passed through. Those with animals, those with magicians only, those with acrobats only, some with clowns, some with only singers, and once a freak circus. It was on the odd occasion that another Cirque De Soleil would pass through. They got the worst treatment. My followers knew the reason for my deep hatred for circus’s and supported it. They knew what it was like to be hurt like that, we all did.
For those that went by the title Cirque De Soleil, the treatment would be worse. They wouldn’t just wake to find their caravans covered in graffiti and their big top blowing away. They would wake up to find all of that as well as their tyres punctured, their big top completely destroyed, any props that we find out in the open destroyed, and the stands in the big top graphitised.
All circus performers and helpers would receive harsh treatment and harassment out on the street. Every circus learnt that the hard way. One of their performers would go to the shop and we would converge on them. We wouldn’t lay a finger on them – we didn’t see them as worth the effort – but we spat at them and called them filthy little mongrels.
We all knew they wouldn’t understand our hatred towards them, but they didn’t need to. All they needed to know was that they weren’t welcome in this town.
The rest of the town though seemed to disagree. The invested in a police officer to station in the camp ground of any circus that has asked for permission to perform in our town. Those who didn’t ask didn’t get that privilege.
We still managed to avoid the police. We trod silently. We changed spray paint to ordinary paint. It didn’t give half the effect but it still did the job and it was quieter and cheaper. We changed our tactics with the big top. We would trick the policeman on guard to move down wind of the big top. We would then cut the strings, sending the tent flying in the direction of the police officer. As the police ran, we would continue our circus rampage and then disappear into the night and back to the orphanage. We were the master circus destroyers.
We presumed that after two years of circus destruction, no more would come into this town, but they continued to come. They continued to visit this town. We couldn’t believe that there was this many circus’s in the country. We knew if we stayed doing so little offenses more and more circus’s will pass through, but something held us all back from ever taking that step.
Until another Cirque De Soleil passed through. This Cirque De Soleil seemed familiar. I knew it wasn’t the one that I so foolishly spent time with. The big top was different, but every other aspect of it was the same. They had advertised the same sort of performers and had chose the same field to set up in. They crossed the line and so we decided to do our biggest act yet.
We knew better to increase the violence so we are going to increase the brains.
Throughout the next week, we collected every single glass bottle and shatters of glass as we could. We smashed the bottles and added them to the shattered glass. We placed all of it in a black plastic back – using gardening gloves of course.
We then collected as much barbed wire we could. Steeling bits off of fences and out of the rubbish tip. We also added a roll of normal wire that we took from the orphanage garden shed. We placed all the wire we collected into black bag ready for the night’s attack.
When the sun had set and we were sure that the carers were in bed we snuck off. Our first challenge was to deal with the extra observant police officer that had been stationed on the edge of the encampment. That for us seemed comical. We had a route for him to follow. A trick that we had seen on a TV program that would lead him far enough away from here for us to do our job before he gets back. That was for Cathy – the one that had once been Amelia’s bully – to deal with. My job was doing the vandalising.
There were twenty of us here tonight. Cathy was leading half of them while I was leading the other half. She was getting rid of the policeman while we were getting rid of the circus performers.
As midnight passed, Cathy started her plan to get the police officer out of sight. I never knew how she did it. But the police officer soon left his station and started after a dark teenage shadow in the distance. This was our queue.
Me and my half started our job. We scattered the glass shards on the floor, in and around the caravans and inside the big top. We put the barbed wire under all the seats and then unrolled the normal wire among the grass where the audience would walk to their seats. You couldn’t see the wire among the grass but if you were walking you had to be careful not to trip over at least once on your way to stand – we check it three times, average fall count was up to five times in one walk.
We backed off, just in time for the police officer to return, red, flourished, and puffing for air but without a captive. Cathy and her group had escaped and hopefully without letting the police officer get a good look at them.
We passed back through the way we came, leaving the circus looking like normal to the un-warned eye. We met up with Cathy around the corner from the orphanage and all at once the twenty of us burst in to laughter.
We hear of a genius two days later on the local news. Like we predicted the show the night after our attack was sold out. Three people tripped on the normal wire underneath and then twenty people had the back of their legs scratched by the barbed wire. None of them were seriously hurt, that was never our plan, but all of those who were ‘inconvenienced’ – how the circus put it – filed a law case against the circus. The circus put up a good fight for their innocence but couldn’t stand up against the evidence put up against them. They cancelled all of the remaining shows in this town, paid their fees and then moved on.
We all shared a secret smile and laugh at the success of our actions. Our smiles became even brighter and larger when we heard that the news had been shown on the national news. We classed all circus’s as being warned.
But even that didn’t stop them from coming. We continued our spree of graffiti and big top destroying and we soon grabbed the media’s attention. The media had no more idea of who had been committing these crimes than what the rest of the community had. Hundreds of news reporter came to our town in one single week. They asked for interviews with general public, including the police officer that was on guard.
“Who is doing this?” asked one reporter.
“We do not know at this stage, but we do know it is a large collection of adolescents.”
“Are they a threat to the general public?” replied the officer we had tricked only the other day. He had repeated these same words at least ten times already in the first two hours of his shift.
“The only part of the general public they are a threat to are circus performers. The police here advise that circus performers stay clear of this threat”
“Do you think that these adolescents were actually those responsible for the hidden garden wire and barbed wire in the Cirque De Soleil that passed by only a few days ago?”
“We do not know but we are not ruling out the possibility. If we find enough sufficient evidence that they are in fact the guilty ones of that crime then we will make a full apology to the circus and increase our efforts into finding out the identities of these trouble makers”
We couldn’t help but celebrate the fact the media had spread our warning over the entire nation. All circus’s should stay clear of this village now.
We used to get one every two months, now it has been sufficiently reduced to one every six months.
It had been four years since Cirque De Soleil had left me behind. I was stronger than what I was back then. I was more rebellious. I was no more Lamia Button the weak, innocent little girl that fell in a crowd of circus performers just to get her healing heart ripped into tiny little pieces. No shredded into tiny little pieces.
My heart hadn’t fixed itself. That much I knew. It had just learnt to cope. It was still ripped into tiny little pieces. Everybody could lay that fact as to the reason of my heartlessness. Even I blamed my heartlessness on the fact my heart was never fully repaired.

CHAPTER 5
Six years since Cirque De Soleil had passed through. Only four circus’s had dared perform at our town in the last two years. And they had only stayed for a week before being scared off. Our group of anti-circus performers had grown. Every year we added more of the orphans to our numbers.
September 28th. It was now exactly six years since I first met Alec. And I must admit he had passed completely out of my mind. We had had a good six months of a circus free town. We had been able to enjoy ourselves. We would spend our free time after school and weekends at the park. I told all of my followers to stay clear of bullying the other kids. I knew what it was like to be bullied and so I didn’t tolerate it.
It was on that day. It was a Saturday. We were all by the park when a collection of ten men walked into the park area. We watched them carefully – most of us where girls. It wasn’t the fact ten grown men had walked into this green park area that struck me. It was the youngest man that took my interest. He had short brown hair and sparkling brown eyes. The characteristics resembling those of Bradley. I shook my head, vanishing the memory of Bradley to the back of my mind where it has been for the last six years.
The men stopped at sat in the middle of the deserted football pitch. They had missed the match by about half an hour so I hoped they weren’t here for the match. They wore interesting clothing. Clothing that you would normally find people wearing about ten years ago. These people set off my warning light for Circus performers.
“Cathy, I think we have another