Your parents took you and your little sister to a famous circus for her birthday. The theme this week was supposed to be bright colors.

You HATED the bright colors and the loud screams of kids.

Your parents walked off with your little sister and you were left alone. You spent most of your time wandering around.

You spotted what looked to be someone your age…maybe a year younger. He looked extremely bored. He must have been one of the preformers. But he didn’t follow the theme.

He was wearing a black and red hoodie, black shorts and had black and white face paint on. And a name tag on his sweater that said “Hi My Name Is “FUCK OFF”. But them under, clearly not in his hand writing wrote “Bill”

He looked over at you and rolled his eyes. “You expect me to throw glitter at you? Get lost.” He snapped. Before noticing your shirt, it was a band shirt that he knew.

“hey…nice shirt atleast..” He muttered, feeling slightly embarrassed about his earlier tone.