2nd writing: The bday clown
BlurryFace1999
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I am not writing my stories in chronological order, just as they come to me or I feel I need to get out. My mom never celebrated my birthdays, she didn't want me so why should she, but this happened on my 6th birthday;
The Birthday Clown
It was my 6th birthday. My kindergarten teacher made it a special day for me. I got to be line leader, I got to choose what snack we got to eat, and got a little toy. When I got home from school there was a small cake on the kitchen table, some balloons tied to the chair and a clown in a red green blue yellow striped costume with puffy sleeves and legs with big red shoes. He had a white painted face with a big red smile blue between the eyes and the black painted eyebrows and a big round red nose. He had blue and yellow clown hair with a little striped cone hat, the same as his costume. The cake was small with white frosting and colorful sprinkles and a candle in the form of the number 6. My mom hugged me (the only time i remember her hugging me) she and the clown sang Happy Birthday to me. The clown made animals out of those skinny balloons. I was happy I thought this was going to be a good day. Then the clown made a cock and balls out of the balloons and my mom started laughing that cruel laugh of hers and told the clown to have fun then she left. The clown told me to open my mouth as he tried to push the balloon cock into my mouth as he undid the velcro fly of his clown costume. He gripped me so hard his fingernails dug into me. If my head was turned to the right I saw the birthday cake. If I turned my head the other way I could look at the floor and see his left red clown shoe. He told me he knew I liked it and how good I felt to him. He made me say things I didn’t want to say about liking and wanting it. He put me on the floor. I pulled up my boxers and pants and ran to my bed and laid crying into my pillow. My mom was getting high and passed out. I feel asleep. The next morning the cake was still on the table. I did not go to school.
The Birthday Clown
It was my 6th birthday. My kindergarten teacher made it a special day for me. I got to be line leader, I got to choose what snack we got to eat, and got a little toy. When I got home from school there was a small cake on the kitchen table, some balloons tied to the chair and a clown in a red green blue yellow striped costume with puffy sleeves and legs with big red shoes. He had a white painted face with a big red smile blue between the eyes and the black painted eyebrows and a big round red nose. He had blue and yellow clown hair with a little striped cone hat, the same as his costume. The cake was small with white frosting and colorful sprinkles and a candle in the form of the number 6. My mom hugged me (the only time i remember her hugging me) she and the clown sang Happy Birthday to me. The clown made animals out of those skinny balloons. I was happy I thought this was going to be a good day. Then the clown made a cock and balls out of the balloons and my mom started laughing that cruel laugh of hers and told the clown to have fun then she left. The clown told me to open my mouth as he tried to push the balloon cock into my mouth as he undid the velcro fly of his clown costume. He gripped me so hard his fingernails dug into me. If my head was turned to the right I saw the birthday cake. If I turned my head the other way I could look at the floor and see his left red clown shoe. He told me he knew I liked it and how good I felt to him. He made me say things I didn’t want to say about liking and wanting it. He put me on the floor. I pulled up my boxers and pants and ran to my bed and laid crying into my pillow. My mom was getting high and passed out. I feel asleep. The next morning the cake was still on the table. I did not go to school.