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I blinked as I regained consciousness. I had hit my head hard, or had someone hit me? Then I realised I was holding a bloody knife in my hand.I couldn't fathom what it was that made me look this bloody but something is definetly fishy. How could I end up here when I was at a circus in the first place. My head began to spin as I remembered yesterday's events.



Flashback.
It was the annual circus at my hometown, which calls for celebration. Diana, Anna and I were all set to go. We were all dressed up in different styled beige colored gowns. Diana's mum had packed some snacks for us because she claimed the food they sell over there isn't healthy.


We were all set to go and hopped on our bikes. Riding simultaneously, we'll make fun of one another or pick up on a stranger on the street. And then run off like some lunatics.

We later arrived at the place the circus is gonna take place and it was already filled up. Only a seat at the top...