Creed Terrasimmonite -District Two- FIN

I am an entire show in one body

My heart fluttered with nerves as my feet swayed in perfect contemporary movements. My arms lashed out to unknown lands of space as my eyes shined in midnight lighting. A constant din from the crowd added to the glorious symphony that made my body cry with delight. I was so close to achieving victory. All the remained was a move no one had attempted yet. One he created, perfected, prepared for.

The moment my feet left the security of the ground I let them soar over my head is a triple axel upside down flip. Then I landed on my hands before adding a final cart wheel. As my breaths faltered and my eyes scanned the silent room I waited. I knew what was going to happen. It always happened after a performance such as this.

The crows erupted in uncontrollable cheers as I took a long bow. My dear friend Margaret came over to me with her arms outstretched in a huge hug. Before long I was standing with a medal around my neck and a plaque in my hand. The new defending male gymnast champion of district two. It was a night I would never forget.

It was that night Margaret and I found what we had been looking for. Something we thought didn't exist in the dark abyss that sent wave after wave of misery upon us. Drowning us in an ocean of sorrow filled with creatures of hate and damnation. They were the light the ushered in a new era for us, an era of ebullience and utter happiness....

After the victory that night Margaret and I began our trek home across the night lit district. The stars were their same disappointing dull color and the winds scraped chillingly across our skin. The thought of returning to the orphanage wasn't a happy thing either. Nothing but muffled sobs and cruel hearts waited for them their. The life they had only ever known.

Both Margret and I had been trapped in the orphanages grips since long before we could even mutter a word. We were out casted by society and sentenced to a life of misery for crimes we never committed. We were just the unlucky ones who were born to sour parents.

My own Mother and Father apparently wanted nothing to do with me. I was a down right mistake caused by a faulty condom and my parents negligence. Then instead of aborting me they kept me. Raised me until I was one, if you call keeping me locked away in my room except for being fed as raising. Then after that they grew bored and left me on the curb. Literally I was left as a bundle of waste rotting in my own feces.

If it weren't for the actions of one kind and mystery Samaritan that night I would have died. However, maybe that would have been better. Then I wouldn't have had to grow up alone and insecure. Have to be raised by people who only cared about getting me adopted.

Yet I never did get adopted, I wasn't like the children people wanted to adopt. I was different, most likely thanks to my upbringing. First of all I never spoke to anyone. No one was able to get a word out of my mouth. I would just sit in my bedroom and wallow in the darkness of the world. I was nothing more than a spider waiting to be squashed.

Not to mention I was brutal and ruthless. I never held back when I got upset. I would let my fists fly in rage whenever someone urked me the wrong way. I literally would have to be dragged off of kids so I wouldn't end up permanently damaging their faces. I was a total ass and that was that. The kid who didn't talk and beat the shit out of others. You would think career seeking parents would love that right? No, I was too angry towards everyone for their liking.

This wasn't false of course. I had a temper that could match a lion's. Not to mention only the slightest pinch could send me off the handle bars. However, I have calmed down slightly since then. I am still very hard on myself and competitive but the whole violence scale has declined thanks to them.

Now as for who they are, well I know them now as my family but in truth they are a rugged group of eight street performers. Plus Margret and myself bring the total up to a grand spanking ten. We weren't much to look at when we weren't performing but when we have the spot light we are something else.

That night when Margret and I were walking through the ashen streets we heard the sound of voices and music. Naturally we were intrigued so we followed the sound to its source. There we were met with wonder and amazingness. We watched as the group danced and twirled and flew through the air in perfect sync. One even juggled fire throughout the show!

We managed staying out until long after the moon began setting on its black canvas. The oldest of the group who was twenty at the time took note of our presence and actually came up and spoke to us. She asked several questions about us like where we lived and such, however, she was most intrigued by my new medal. 

What happened next knocked both Margret and me sideways. She offered us a place in their group. An escape from the depths of the cavern of orphanage life and to the life where everyone had each others back. It is needless to say we joined with little to no hesitation. Since then its all been uphill.

I became one of the main flyers and faces of the performance since I had the most gymnastic experience. Also I have a very lethe figure weighing a grand total of 145lbs. Making my skinny 5'8 body type perfect for the launches and mid air spins. Also I was very talented when it came down to floor work so being able to cartwheel and flip added even more to our act.

Another thing I have going for me to be one of the leaders was well... my face. I'm not unattracitve that is. With my olive skin and shortly cut dark brown hair to compliment my small face. However, I hate how small all my features really are. My eyes are rather squinted looking and my nose is puny! Matching my small ears that almost hide in my one inch long hair. But I guess I have what it takes, or at least that's what they all tell me.

Well, that was how I came to find a home. Now we continue to go around performing but our biggest hopes are to one day join a circus so we can entertain all the people we can.