By Nicole
Archie Smith was a normal boy with a not so normal family. His family
was the circus. His mom was the bearded lady; his dad, the clown; and
his big sister was the acrobatic. Archie wasn’t part of the circus
because there was nothing special about him.
Or so he thought.
Archie went to bed that night and was awoken by a small voice.
“Is he the one?” the voice said.
“Yeah, that’s him all right,” was the reply.
“Hey kid. Wake up! We’re here for you, so get up!”
Archie slowly opened his eyes. He closed them tightly when a saw a
bright light in his eyes. He finally opened his eyes to see two orbs of
light floating around his bedroom. He got out of bed, curious. He
wanted to know what those lights were.
“What are you? Are you spirits?” Archie lowered his voice. “Am I dead?”
“No, you’re not dead. We are here to take you with us to the
underworld. You are our ruler, our master!” the first orb said,
bouncing around the room happily.
“You can’t make me go! You can’t! I won’t go!” Archie yelled, hiding under his bedcovers.
“Why won’t you come? You have no life here! You aren’t a part of the
circus! You will have power! Tons and tons of power! Mwuhahahaha!!!!”
the other orb said.
“I’ll never go with you!” Archie yelled. He picked up a bat and started
maniacally swinging it around. It smacked the orbs and knocked them out
the bedroom window.
“And stay out!” Archie yelled, slamming the window closed. He climbed back into his bed and slowly fell back to sleep.