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Here's my entry to the new PMC contest!!! I hope you like it!
PLEASE diamond it if you think I did a good job! Help me get to the finals! :D
UPDATE: Thanks, guys, for 71st place!!!! Not as good as my old contest entry, The Dreamer, but I am gonna go ahead and admit this was one of the least original contest entries out there. ;-;
PLEASE diamond it if you think I did a good job! Help me get to the finals! :D
UPDATE: Thanks, guys, for 71st place!!!! Not as good as my old contest entry, The Dreamer, but I am gonna go ahead and admit this was one of the least original contest entries out there. ;-;
The Story
Ever since Reece saw the circus travelling through her small town when she was a child, she wanted to join.
Her parents always told her that it was a foolish dream; that there was no way she'd ever have enough money or be renowned enough to get such a desirable job. Her family was lucky just to have enough clothes; nevermind wearing those beautiful dresses with the golden scintillating sleeves, silvery skirts, or those funny silk hats that Reece always thought were so cute. Still, Reece dreamed on.
On Reece's sixteenth birthday, as was custom to her town, her parents sent her out of the house to work at her job. Usually, the sixteen-year-old person had a job to go to, but no one would take Reece in, even in the week before she left the house, when she sat on the stairs of every meager workplace she could find and begged to work for them. Still, she was turned down.
The day after Reece left the house, the circus, once again, rolled through the town. This time Reece didn't even take the time to watch the beautiful girls parading through the streets on their way to the performance, instead sitting on the side of the pathway, dejectedly huddled in her worn gray cloak. Just as she thought she'd never be happy again, a gentle hand fell onto her shoulder.
"Are you okay, ma'am?" said the girl concernedly. Reece's eyes widened at the girl's beauty. She had wavy chestnut hair, brown eyes, and perfect makeup.
"No, I - I got kicked out of my house with nowhere to go," she said miserably. "I saw you walking by, and..."
The pretty girl turned around to the circus caravan and whistled.
"I think we have ourselves some new talent," she called.
The next week, it was time for Reece's first performance. She was to be one of the elephant trainer's assistants for the second act of the show. It was her job to make sure the elephant didn't poop in front of the audience and didn't go nuts in the middle of the performance. It wasn't a very prestigious job, but it was an occupation, and it was what Reece had asked for.
"Why isn't the show starting?" murmured one of the trapeze artists in the staff tent as the crowd was gathering.
"The tightrope walker isn't here yet," said one of the others. At just that moment the ringmaster came into the room, his mouth drawn.
"Joanna, our tightrope walker, isn't feeling well," he said worriedly. "We need someone else to take her job, or we're going to get horrible ratings from the crowd!"
Everyone was silent for a moment. Then, her voice timid at first, Reece spoke up. "I'll do it."
"Are you sure?" said the ringmaster. "You don't have any experience, and it's very dangerous."
"I can do it. I've had a go on almost all the equipment during training." A smile played around her lips.
"Very well, then. Let's get you ready."
When it was Reece's turn for the show, she was exhilarated. She wore a shimmering gold and silver dress with a creme front, tall glittering boots, and perfect makeup, just like the girls she'd admired her entire life. As she deftly climbed up the pole toward the line, she heard the crowd cheer for her and smiled. When she got to the top, she braced herself, ready for the time of her life.
As Reece stepped one foot out onto the metal wire, she heard the crowd screaming her name.
"Reece! Reece!"
Smiling to herself, step by step, she walked across the thick metal wire, her silvery skirt flashing, and arrived at the other end with a flourish.
Reece's new life was better than she would have ever dreamed.
Her parents always told her that it was a foolish dream; that there was no way she'd ever have enough money or be renowned enough to get such a desirable job. Her family was lucky just to have enough clothes; nevermind wearing those beautiful dresses with the golden scintillating sleeves, silvery skirts, or those funny silk hats that Reece always thought were so cute. Still, Reece dreamed on.
On Reece's sixteenth birthday, as was custom to her town, her parents sent her out of the house to work at her job. Usually, the sixteen-year-old person had a job to go to, but no one would take Reece in, even in the week before she left the house, when she sat on the stairs of every meager workplace she could find and begged to work for them. Still, she was turned down.
The day after Reece left the house, the circus, once again, rolled through the town. This time Reece didn't even take the time to watch the beautiful girls parading through the streets on their way to the performance, instead sitting on the side of the pathway, dejectedly huddled in her worn gray cloak. Just as she thought she'd never be happy again, a gentle hand fell onto her shoulder.
"Are you okay, ma'am?" said the girl concernedly. Reece's eyes widened at the girl's beauty. She had wavy chestnut hair, brown eyes, and perfect makeup.
"No, I - I got kicked out of my house with nowhere to go," she said miserably. "I saw you walking by, and..."
The pretty girl turned around to the circus caravan and whistled.
"I think we have ourselves some new talent," she called.
The next week, it was time for Reece's first performance. She was to be one of the elephant trainer's assistants for the second act of the show. It was her job to make sure the elephant didn't poop in front of the audience and didn't go nuts in the middle of the performance. It wasn't a very prestigious job, but it was an occupation, and it was what Reece had asked for.
"Why isn't the show starting?" murmured one of the trapeze artists in the staff tent as the crowd was gathering.
"The tightrope walker isn't here yet," said one of the others. At just that moment the ringmaster came into the room, his mouth drawn.
"Joanna, our tightrope walker, isn't feeling well," he said worriedly. "We need someone else to take her job, or we're going to get horrible ratings from the crowd!"
Everyone was silent for a moment. Then, her voice timid at first, Reece spoke up. "I'll do it."
"Are you sure?" said the ringmaster. "You don't have any experience, and it's very dangerous."
"I can do it. I've had a go on almost all the equipment during training." A smile played around her lips.
"Very well, then. Let's get you ready."
When it was Reece's turn for the show, she was exhilarated. She wore a shimmering gold and silver dress with a creme front, tall glittering boots, and perfect makeup, just like the girls she'd admired her entire life. As she deftly climbed up the pole toward the line, she heard the crowd cheer for her and smiled. When she got to the top, she braced herself, ready for the time of her life.
As Reece stepped one foot out onto the metal wire, she heard the crowd screaming her name.
"Reece! Reece!"
Smiling to herself, step by step, she walked across the thick metal wire, her silvery skirt flashing, and arrived at the other end with a flourish.
Reece's new life was better than she would have ever dreamed.
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