Your Point Of View

I sat inside the car with my eyes wide. I knew always that clowns were gonna be involved. The movies taught me that. "Y/n? Come on out!" Mommy called. I didn't want to go. Not with the clowns that were gonna creep up behind me and kidnap me. From there, they would murder me, putting me on meat hooks to then eat my flesh. Mommy says that I am over thinking. But I disagree. My fear made me miss out on friends' parties, carnivals, and even watching movies. As anyone could guess, Hollywood did this to me.

I began to daze off which caused Mommy to become mad. She opened the car door, unbuckled me, and dragged me into the carnival. "No! Please Mommy! No! I don't wanna see the scary clowns! Please! Don't do this to me!" I cried out for help but to no use. It didn't help that I once had a favorite clown here. Nor did it help whenever Mommy told me that I would be safe. Many parents and kids stopped to glare at me and Mommy. "No Mommy! Please don't make me see the scary clowns! Please!" Tears streamed down my face as I tried to break free from her grip. I didn't want to die! Not today, not tomorrow! Mommy didn't know what it felt like! Clowns were going to kill me and her! "Y/n, please be brave and well behaved. I promise we won't see any clowns. As long as you be behaved. Got it?" She said. I nodded and she finally let go of my wrist. She then handed me a few tickets and let me wander around to see the rides. Still, she kept her eyes on me while also having fun.

I rode the Loop De Loop, the waterslide, the zipper, bumper cars, carousel, and my personal favorite, the (insert favorite ride here). I had some spare change on me so I got some snacks such as popcorn and pretzels. I soon realized that I lost myself from Mommy and began to panic. A 10 year old g/n lost without their parents. I called out her name several times while walking past several games she had been at. "Mommy! Mommy! Mommy! Mommy! Where are you?! Mommy! Mommy! Mommy! Mommy! Mommy! It's Y/n! Where are you?! Mommy! Mommy! Mommy! Mommy!" I wanted to curl up into a ball and cry but that couldn't help the current situation I had gotten myself into. "Mommy! Mommy! Mommy! Mommy!" I felt tears stream down my face. I just couldn't accept my fate. Being lost and alone. The only thing worse could have been surrounded by clowns.

I grew tired as I had walked for what felt like hours. Under the hot summer sun, I could've died. But I survived. I sat down on a bench to take a drink of water. The cool water entered my mouth, swishing around for a while until I gulped. I turned to look at someone who had appeared beside me.

Upon the sight of it, I dropped my water bottle. There stood a clown with ginger hair in a white ruffled clown suit. It noticed me looking at it and turned to look toward me with it's smiling bucked teeth. As a natural reaction, I ran off with my heart being quick. I didn't look back to see if it had decided to chase me but I didn't want to be like those clumsy people in the very scary movies. I didn't wish to approach the clown. I bumped into another person and looked up to see the clown again. It looked like any normal clown expect for it's eyes. In a second, I swear I saw them turn blue. In one of his hands, he held a red balloon. I stepped back as the clown offered me the balloon. "Hewwo, I am Pennywise the dancing cwown." The clown over towered me which made me worry. Will you kill me like those other scary clowns? "Goodness noes!" The clown said.

"Do you want a red balloon?" The clown asked. I just stared at it awkwardly as I didn't know whether to run or fight. "I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I......" My palms felt sweaty and my heart pounded in my head. The clown still mantained it's smile. "You okay kiddo?" He asked. "I-I-I-I-I-I!" I closed my eyes and took deep breaths to calm myself down. "I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I, s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-su-u-u-u-u-u-u-ur-re-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e......" I quickly snatched the balloon from the clown and we both began to stare at one another. M-M-M-MOMMY! "What is your wittle name?" The clown asked. "Y-Y-Y-Y-Y-Y-Y-Y/n." I stuttered out. "Would you wove me to show you something pwetty cool?" The clown asked. I slowly shook my head, denying any more access to this crazy clown. As many scary movies have taught me, clowns are evil! "You sure?" He asked, only to make me change my mind. I ain't gonna die tonight bub! Fight me. The clown laughed at me. "You're pwetty cute yourself." He then walked away to get another victim. At least I'm safe.

The red balloon blew in the wind as I watched the evil clown disappear into the distance. Next time, I'll be sure to hit you where it hurts. Next time. I'll be prepared.