Life’s always a circus for Zillie.
She isn’t sure what to expect from this town when her family rolls in for their next circus season, but she’s full of excited anticipation on her first day at Brookevale College - until her first run in with Holly.
Perfect, poised, pouty, pretty, prissy Princess Holly, who makes it her mission to humiliate Zillie ‘the circus freak’ at every chance she gets … and she gets a few!
Zillie the Circus Freak
First Published 2013 by JoJo Publishing
This edition published by Woodslane Press 2018
Text Copyright © Alley Bucci 2013
Illustration Copyright © Laura Wood 2013
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National Library of Australia
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Bucci, Alley.
Zillie the circus freak / Allie Bucci.
9780994256577 (eBook)
For primary school age.
A823.4
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Editor: Riima Daher
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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.
She got out of the car, flicking her silky black hair over her shoulders, like she was in a cheesy shampoo commercial and placed her hands on her hips. The sun bounced off her sparkly diamond ring and poked me straight in the eye, which in turn left me standing there squinting stupidly, like a hyena in midday sun.
“If I’m late for my audition I will get Daddy to sue the pants off you all, you gypsies! Won’t you daddy? Sue them rotten.”
“Holly get back in the car,” he bellowed.
“Now, now loves, pardon us for the bother, you see we are all new to town and got a bit caught up in the excitement of our new home, it’s just such a beauty. Here, have a free discount coupon to make up for the nuisance.” Aunt Jan gave the crazy suit man a ‘25% off’ ticket to our opening night. He looked at it and laughed as he scrunched it into a ball.
“The circus?! What the heck is a circus doing in Brookevale? We all move here to get away from freaks. No-one ain’t wanting to pay to see this! Now move your rubbish and park that dump of a van at the back of this dump of a house, before I do as my daughter says and sue the pants off you all.” Right on cue, tall skinny Uncle Stan came out blazing. He undid his belt and started to take off his pants, exposing his polka-dot boxer shorts and hairy, chicken legs. “Have my pants you honky tonk! Here you go!” and he threw his brown trousers at Mr Suit. “That’s my pants off, now buzz off!”
Dad moved the caravan into the yard and called for us all to come inside.
I looked at our new home. It certainly was nicer than the other fourteen we’d had, but looking at the surrounding houses, Mr Suit was right. It was a dump. All the other houses were cookie-cutter perfect, and ours looked like it had been decorated by a tribe of hippie apprentices that just gave up before they were even half-way through. It probably had potential somewhere, if you had the money to do it up, and no doubt everyone would have ideas on how to improve it, but as usual, nothing would ever get done and time would not allow us to stay long enough to make any improvements anyway. Before Mum and Dad had Zenny and I, they happily lived it up in the caravans like the rest of the crew. Their possessions were few, so they didn’t have much to cart around and they preferred to sit on foldup chairs with herbal teas and make up their own stories, rather than watch someone else’s problems on TV. For the first seven months after I was born, they simply made do, but when I started to crawl, things changed and one time – things got a bit hairy. Apparently mum had left me sleeping in a bouncer one afternoon and stepped out without closing the door properly. I woke up and somehow ventured out, because they soon found me just about to enter the horse enclosure; covered