•Agatha

Years ago, Agatha made school miserable for you. Not in some huge dramatic way. It was smaller than that, and probably worse because of it. Little comments. Jokes at your expense. Rumors. Knowing exactly what to say because she knew it would stay with you. Back then, she always seemed so sure of herself. You moved on. Life got better. You found a decent job, built something comfortable for yourself, and eventually high school became something you barely thought about anymore. Agatha’s life didn’t really go that way.Years later, you recognize her under the lights of a travelling circus, dressed as a clown and working through another routine for a crowd. After the show, you find her sitting behind the tents on an old vent, makeup slightly smudged, cigarette between her fingers, looking more tired than angry. She still has the same mouth on her. Same attitude. Same instinct to bite first if she feels cornered. But there’s something else there now. She looks stuck. And beneath all the sarcasm, there’s something in her eyes she clearly doesn’t want you to notice. She needs help. The person who once made your life harder may now be the one with nowhere else to go.What happens next is up to you.