The little village of Holl Hampton had an annual festival, where people dressed as clowns each year and enjoyed themselves popping balloons, and wearing make up.
The clown with the last balloon left standing was declared the festival winner, and won a big bag of assorted sweets.
Today, John was on his way to the little cliff edge park, where the festival was being held.
He had decided this year to dress as a Juggalo from the Insane Clown Posse.
His black paint made him stand out amongst the usual Red faced painted Pennywise, and Ronald McDonald clowns, that always flocked to the event.
John entered the festival and was walking amongst the parents and kids with their balloons all swinging high in the air, staring at his stand out black face paint.
He was walking through the crowd doing the usual festival routine of popping other peoples balloons, when suddenly he saw a female Juggalette walking towards him.
He was shocked that someone else had dressed up like him, and he smiled as she walked nearer thinking how fit she was.
Just as they crossed paths she smiled and went to try and pop his black balloon but then moved her arm suddenly downwards and stuck what felt like a sharp pin into his chest, before disappearing into the busy crowd.
John carried on walking before he started getting a funny tingling sensation in his head.
He felt a rush of adrenaline come over him and then a sense of immense panic.
He started stumbling through the crowd, and then was startled as a teenager popped his black balloon.
He turned to the kid who just smiled at him in a thick overspread red lipstick grin, knowing he had beaten John in the competition.
He was so incensed he turned and snarled at the kid pulling his string and letting his balloon float off, then grabbed him under his arms, lifting him off the floor.
"What the fuck are you doing?", the boy shouted.
John didn't reply, his head was full of madness, and he felt as if he was going crazy. He had bloodshot eyes, a pumping heart and adrenaline seeping through every vein in his body.
The Juggalo carried the kid through the crowd who parted like the Red Sea, with looks of horror on their scared child Ronald McDonald faces.
John finally got to the end of the festival line and kicked down the thin wooden fence that surrounded it.
He carried the screaming kid to the cliff edge where he just stood staring into the dark deep blue sea beneath him.
Suddenly a calm feeling of happiness and serenity overcame John as he stared intensely into the waves.
Overcome with a feeling of bliss, John the Juggalo, still carrying the screaming boy, jumped off the cliff to their watery demise into Poseidon's domain.
And that was the last ever annual Holl Hampton Clown festival they ever held.
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This was my idea for the homework from a class lesson to be read out the next week in class.
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