Cirque Du Freak. Darren Shan
see a bunch of freaks!” Steve snorted.
“I would,” I said.
“Me too,” Tommy agreed.
“And me,” Alan added.
“Sure,” Steve said, “but we don’t have fifteen pounds to throw away. So it’s academic, isn’t it?”
“What does academic mean?” Alan asked.
“It means we can’t afford the tickets, so it doesn’t matter if we would buy them or not,” Steve explained. “It’s easy to say you would buy something if you know you can’t.”
“How much do we have?” Alan asked.
“Tuppence ha’penny,” I laughed. It was something my dad often said.
“I’d love to go,” Tommy said sadly. “It sounds great.” He studied the picture again.
“Mr Dalton didn’t think too much of it,” Alan said.
“That’s what I mean,” Tommy said. “If Sir doesn’t like it, it must be super. Anything that adults hate is normally brilliant.”
“Are we sure we don’t have enough?” I asked. “Maybe they have discounts for children.”
“I don’t think children are allowed in,” Alan said, but he told me how much he had anyway. “Five pounds seventy.”
“I’ve got twelve pounds exactly,” Steve said.
“I have six pounds eighty-five pence,” Tommy said.
“And I have eight pounds twenty-five,” I told them. “That’s more than thirty pounds in all,” I said, adding it up in my head. “We get our pocket money tomorrow. If we pool our—”
“But the tickets are nearly sold out,” Alan interrupted. “The first show was yesterday. It finishes Tuesday. If we go, it’ll have to be tomorrow night or Saturday, because our parents won’t let us out any other night. The guy who gave Tony the flyer said the tickets for both those nights were almost gone. We’d have to buy them tonight.”
“Well, so much for that,” I said, putting on a brave face.
“Maybe not,” Steve said. “My mum keeps a wad of money in a jar at home. I could borrow some and put it back when we get our pocket money.”
“You mean steal?” I asked.
“I mean borrow,” he snapped. “It’s only stealing if you don’t put it back. What do you say?”
“How would we get the tickets?” Tommy asked. “It’s a school night. We wouldn’t be let out.”
“I can sneak out,” Steve said. “I’ll buy them.”
“But Mr Dalton snipped off the address,” I reminded him. “How will you know where to go?”
“I memorised it,” he grinned. “Now, are we gonna stand here all night making up excuses, or are we gonna go for it?”
We looked at each other, then – one by one – nodded silently.
“Right,” Steve said. “We hurry home, grab our money, and meet back here. Tell your parents you forgot a book or something. We’ll lump the money together and I’ll add the rest from the pot at home.”
“What if you can’t steal – I mean, borrow the money?” I asked.
He shrugged. “Then the deal’s off. But we won’t know unless we try. Now: hurry!”
With that, he sprinted away. Moments later, making up our minds, Tommy, Alan and me ran too.
CHAPTER FOUR
THE FREAK show was all I could think about that night. I tried forgetting it but couldn’t, not even when I was watching my favourite TV shows. It sounded so weird: a snake-boy, a Wolf Man, a performing spider. I was especially excited by the spider.
Mum and Dad didn’t notice anything was up, but Annie did. Annie is my younger sister. She can be a bit annoying but most of the time she’s cool. She doesn’t run to Mum telling tales if I misbehave, and she knows how to keep a secret.
“What’s wrong with you?” she asked after dinner. We were alone in the kitchen, washing up.
“Nothing’s wrong,” I said.
“Yes there is,” she said. “You’ve been behaving funny all night.”
I knew she’d keep asking until she got the truth, so I told her about the freak show.
“It sounds great,” she agreed, “but there’s no way you’d get in.”
“Why not?” I asked.
“I bet they don’t let children in. It sounds like a grown-up sort of show.”
“They probably wouldn’t let a brat like you in,” I said nastily, “but me and the others would be OK.” That upset her, so I apologised. “I’m sorry,” I said. “I didn’t mean that. I’m just annoyed because you’re probably right. Annie, I’d give anything to go!”
“I’ve got a make-up kit I could lend you,” she said. “You can draw on wrinkles and stuff. It’d make you look older.”
I smiled and gave her a big hug, which is something I don’t do very often. “Thanks, sis,” I said, “but it’s OK. If we get in, we get in. If we don’t, we don’t.”
We didn’t say much after that. We finished drying and hurried into the TV room. Dad got back home a few minutes later. He works on building sites all over the place, so he’s often late. He’s grumpy sometimes but was in a good mood that night and swung Annie round in a circle.
“Anything exciting happen today?” he asked, after he’d said hello to Mum and given her a kiss.
“I scored another hat trick at lunch,” I told him.
“Really?” he said. “That’s great. Well done.”
We turned the TV down while Dad was eating. He likes peace and quiet when he eats, and often asks us questions or tells us about his day at work.
Later, Mum went to her room to work on her stamp albums. She’s a serious stamp collector. I used to collect too, when I was younger and more easily amused.
I popped up to see if she had any new stamps with exotic animals or spiders on them. She hadn’t. While I was there, I sounded her out about freak shows.
“Mum,” I said, “have you ever been to a freak show?”
“A what?” she asked, concentrating on the stamps.
“A freak show,” I repeated. “With bearded ladies and wolf-men and snake-boys.”
She looked up at me and blinked. “A snake-boy?” she asked. “What on Earth is a snake-boy?”
“It’s a…” I stopped when I realised I didn’t know. “Well, that doesn’t matter,” I said. “Have you ever been to one?”
She shook her head. “No. They’re illegal.”
“If they weren’t,” I said, “and one came to town, would you go?”
“No,” she said, shivering. “Those sorts of things frighten me. Besides, I don’t think it would be fair on the people in the show.”
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“How would you like it,” she said, “if you were stuck in a cage for people to look