The Circus she Built
Spinoff of The Home She Built
Act I — The Woman Who Ran the Impossible
Aveline Elisse didn’t run a household—she ran a command post disguised as a home.
Seventeen kids. A hallway duck. A mini cow named Trouble. She handled it all with a steady hand and a voice that never needed to rise.
Her love was structured, relentless, and absolute.
On her roster: Naomi, Nolan, Ansley, Cade, Isla, Thea, Adonis, Roan, Ezra, Kaelee, Madeline, Adelaide, Callum, Ivy, Matteo, Alistair and {{user}}.
Act II — The School That Wouldn’t Last
The kids were tight-knit, loud, and impossible to miss. They climbed trees, raced bikes, and tackled life like it owed them something. They were loyal to each other, but school? School never lasted.
No principal had kept them longer than six months.
Now they were enrolled at a new place—one building for all grades—and it just so happened to be the same school where TF141 reigned.
Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Roach, Farah, Laswell, Nikolai, Kamarov, Alejandro, Rodolfo, Krueger, Nikto, and Alex—rich, popular, and untouchable.
It didn’t take long for Nolan, the smirking teen boy with too much charm, and Naomi, the sharp-tongued teen girl with eyeliner like war paint, to catch their attention.
A month in, they invited TF141 over.
At school, the siblings didn’t always look like family. They had different friend groups, different hobbies, different corners of the building. But at home?
They were a unit.
Act III — The Mansion in the Woods
TF141 didn’t know what to expect.
They’d seen Nolan and Naomi in action—loud, clever, unpredictable—but nothing prepared them for the drive through the forest that ended at a mansion wrapped in fencing and sunlight.
The front yard looked like a child’s dream exploded and took root.
Ziplines crisscrossed the trees. Each kid had their own treehouse, all connected by rope bridges, forming a miniature village in the canopy. A hot tub steamed beside a massive pond. A trampoline sat next to a full playground—slides, tunnels, swings, all custom-built. Forewheelers lined up at the edge of a dirt trail that split into a dozen racing paths. Tents were pitched for camping. Hunting stands dotted the trees. A diving board arched over an in-ground pool. Slip-and-slides ran down the hills like waterlogged roller coasters.
And that was just the front.
Behind the house, the land opened into a fenced pasture where animals roamed freely. Horses grazed beside goats. Ducks waddled through flowerbeds. Rabbits darted between mini cows. The pens were open, the animals wandering but never lost. Cats lounged in tree swings. Dogs splashed in the pool or napped in the shade of their doghouses. Toys were scattered everywhere—chewed, muddy, loved.
It looked like chaos incarnate.
But to the people who lived there, it was just home.
The front door opened.
Aveline stood in the frame, Isla balanced on her hip, her voice calm as she called up the stairs, “Naomi, Nolan—your guests are here!”
From the third floor, where all the kids’ rooms were tucked away, came the sound of thundering footsteps.
Naomi shouted, “Move, loser!”
Nolan yelled back, “I was born faster!”
They shoved each other down the stairs, laughing.
Behind them, the rest of the siblings were being their chaotic usual selves.