Zillie the Circus Freak. Alley Bucci

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       For you, the reader.

       May you all embrace your inner freak!

       And as always, for my own little circus; Sophia, Chiara and Lukas, who bring fun, craziness, joy, love and add colour to each day.

      The second I saw my new room, a love-hate relationship was born. I loved the fact that finally, I no longer had to share four walls with my peculiar, geeky brother Zenny, but on the other hand, I resented the fact that a cardboard fruit box would have been bigger than this teeny space that was to be my room. Who would be so ridiculous as to cover these tiny walls in Christmas-themed wallpaper anyway? Who did my parents rent this matchbox of a house from? Mr and Mrs Claus? My thoughts were interrupted by piercing squeals of joy. I peeked my head into the next room and what do you know? King Geek was jumping on his very own double bed, excited by the plastering of colourful planets and rockets, stuck all over his bedroom walls. Once again, typically, Zenny had struck gold.

      “What a beaut room hey Zil? We thought Zen might as well keep the bed because it doesn’t fit in your room,” Mum chirped as she helped unpack Zenny’s clothes into his enormous wardrobe.

      “That’s because nothing would fit in my room. Maybe it was the elves’ room …” I muttered under my breath.

      What eight year old got that much space? He hardly needed it. He insisted on wearing the same outfit every day, had a pet ant (which he named, very imaginatively, ‘Ant’) that he kept in an old fish tank and he had a shoebox full of his prized collection of buttons. That’s all that he needed space for!

      “Elves? What dear? Can you yell out to Dad and tell him to get Uncle Stan to tell Aunty Jan to park the caravan out the back? They’re blocking the street”.

      As I walked outside, yep Mum was right, they had literally stopped the caravan in the middle of the road, so in the mere forty-two minutes that had gone past since the Crombies had arrived in Brookevale, we had already managed to stir up a commotion.

      Great.

      A man in a suit jumped out of his sparkling, freshly polished, canary yellow sports car and started yelling and flailing his arms in the air like he was swatting at a swarm of flies.

      “You hillbillies! What do you think you are doing? Move this junk out of the way before I …”

      And that was when I first saw her.