cried.
âYouâre just going through an awkward stage, sweetie,â Irene had assured her son. âYouâll grow out of it.â
âWhen?â Sam demanded.
âI donât know,â said his mother. âEveryone is different. Youâll just have to be patient.â
Sam tried to be patient as he waited for weeks, then months, then years. But watching from the sidelines was boring. No one ever cheered for Sam.
He
was never greeted with thunderous applause.
âIâm ready to be in the circus too,â Sam had finally insisted shortly after his tenth birthday.
âBut you are in the circus,â said Max. âYou help collect tickets, you sell cotton candyâ¦â
Sam shook his head. âItâs not the same. I want to be in the show, like the rest of you.â
Samâs parents exchanged glances. âWhere do you want to start?â Irene asked.
âThe high wire,â said Sam.
So much for that, he thought now as he entered the Stringbini bus and slammed the door behind him. If only heâd known he was terrified of heights. All that practice, all that hard workâit had all been for nothing!
Chapter Two
âYouâre up early,â his father said as Sam stumbled out into the kitchen the next morning. Max was seated at the kitchen table. There was an empty porridge bowl in front of him and a mug of coffee in his hand. âHowâs your stomach feeling?â he asked.
âOkay,â said Sam.
âGood. Then grab a bowl and fill it up. Weâve got our work cut out for us today.â
The gray lumpy mass in the porridge pot did nothing to improve Samâs mood. He stared at it gloomily for a moment before lifting the ladle to serve himself. The porridge made a squelching noise as it landed in his bowl. With a sigh, Sam sat down beside his father.
The Triple Top Circus visited a new town each week, but the routine was always the same. Today was Monday. On Monday mornings the circus performerstook down the high wire, dismantled the trapezes and packed away the tents. By lunchtime the Fritzi sistersâ horsesâthe only large animals in the Triple Topâ were in their trailers. By afternoon the circus was miles down the road.
They continued driving on Tuesday. On Wednesday they reached their destination and began setting up for their opening night on Thursday evening. There was a second show on Friday night, two more on Saturday and a final matinee performance on Sunday. A week from now the cycle would begin all over again. It was always the same.
As Sam picked at his porridge, his brothers and sisters began to emerge from the back of the bus. He tried to ignore them as they served themselves and settled noisily around him at the table, but it was impossible.
âIf I sit here, youâre not going to barf on me, are you?â Annabel demanded as she took the chair beside Sam.
âOh, be quiet,â said Sam.
âJust checking.â
âLeave your brother alone,â Max said as he rose from the table. âHeâs got a lot to think about.â
âLike what?â said Louise.
âLike what heâs going to do next, right, Sam? The high wire didnât work, so heâs going to find something else. No room for quitters in the Stringbini family.â
âDonât even
think
about the trapeze,â Elizabeth warned.
âYou might want to try something a little closer to the ground,â Andrew suggested.
Sam felt his face grow warm. âMaybe I could try juggling with Martin.â
Samâs middle brother shrugged. âSure, whatever. I could teach you a few things.â
Sam had his first juggling lesson later that afternoon, once the circus trailers were loaded. He listened carefully to his brotherâs directions, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldnât seem to keep more than one ball in the air at a time.
âLoosen up,â said Martin. âRelax.
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