Our Eyes Met I tried looking at our tickets whilst the crowd was squeezing past us. Row K, seats 22- 25. We made our way to our seats, desperately keeping our drinks from spilling on the people that we were trying to pass. It was the second time I went to the Fun Fair French Circus. Last time around I went there by myself. I enjoyed it so much I thought I should take my closest friends to see it. On the way to the circus I noticed how much I babbled about the circus and how exciting and exillerating it was. I noticed I was spoiling the excitement when Alice gave me a little nudge in the ribs to shut me up. Well here we are now in a huge tent, drinking a pint and sharing a portion of chips. It was a full house. Bright colourful light lit up the tent. When one looked down, one could see a large sandy area where most of the performances would take place. It was quite noisy by the time everyone had taken their seats. It was difficult to communicate with Alice although she sat next to me. Josh and Alex were sitting on the next to Alice, so there was no point in trying to talk to them. Eventually I gave up trying to speak to Alice. We were all very excited, just like everyone else. Although this was my second time at the Circus I had the feeling that I was far more excited than the others. It didn't bother me much, because I knew I'd have my fun even if the others were bored to death. But there was still something that made me feel uneasy. The four of us were old friends going a long way back up to primary school. Even though we always stuck together and all, I was mostly the one who was more on his own than the others. I liked it that way. And it wasn't in any way going to danger our friendship. However whilst we were sitting there waiting for the show to start I felt as if I wasn't even part of the group. I had a rather strange feeling about tonight. I felt cold and alone. The noise of the crowd was felt like the walls of a prison cell keeping me from moving or speaking. All this excitement, I thought suddenly. It made me think strange things. I tried to forget what I had thought about and concentrated on the upcoming performances. The lights lit up the area where the performances would take place, the crowd was darkened and exciting music started to come out of the speakers in the ceiling. The crowd suddenly hushed. The show was about to begin! Alice gave me a little wink...

To Late There was no way I could have stopped her doing it. I realised that after what happened. It is against my will that I write this now but I shall be damned if I don't. It all started in the night of the 21st February 1991. Alice was sitting by the tree where we carved our names in. She was crying and was desperately trying to undo the knot to her bracelet I gave her. I followed her. I was watching her from the lake and making sure that she couldn't see me. At first I ran after her to apologise for what I have done. I followed her into the park and later thought I should wait and see what she would do. It was a stupid idea and I regretted it the instant I made the decision not to approach her just yet. When she sat by the tree it was to late to go and sit by her I thought, so I kept my distance. A cold wind seemed to make my back stiff and the hair stand straight when I suddenly heard her crying. I was starting to shiver and I looked up to the full#moontrying to figure out what I should do. I was feeling so helpless. I thought this was it. Another apology wouldn't do it this time. I lost her. I listened to her cry for a while whilst I tried to clear my head and gather my thoughts. I was confused and very scared.

After Work It was midnight when I finally finished my work at the station. I was left with a huge pile of evidence that had to be looked through. It was due for tomorrow and Detective Silvain had only told me about it today. Of course I was the only one for the job. Everyone else was busy going home early and drinking another pint with a mate. The work doesn't bother me. I rather enjoy it even though it's a hell lot of paperwork. I just don't like being told about these things when there is such a tight schedule. It makes me feel sick sometimes working under pressure. I had gone through most of it now, yet it was after midnight and it was time to go home. I gave the driver a tener. It was to late to take a bus. When I entered Waterloo station I was surrounded by drunk people and women who dare to wear skirts in the middle of the winter. It took me a while to push through the crowd to get to the right platform. I hate it when you have to tap every single person on the shoulder to get them to step aside and let you through. I was desperately looking for a free two seater in the train, however I gave up looking after going through two carriages and having to meet the eyes of all the people who turn around and stare at you when you open a door to another carriage like it was something nobody ever does. Eventually I sat down next to a young woman, who was giving a little jerk to the side when tried to sit comfortably. I tried to figure out what kind of a book she was reading until I noticed she didn't like me being so curious.