[ WP ] At midnight somebody rings your doorbell . You open it to see a clown dressed in full regalia .

It all *began to come together* when I called their number... Why did I do it? 
 
 I, a 15-year-old, had been living with my mother for 5 years ever since my selfish father had left us. We lived in a ghetto neighborhood, and had to have bolted doors, peepholes, gated windows, the whole sha-bang. She was barely scraping enough to get by, from doing odd jobs here and there. Clean this attic, deliver this package, etc. This continued until my mom got involved with the wrong kind of people. She began looking shady and acted suspicious. She must have screwed up somewhere along the line or accepted a sketchy job offer that she should n't have. Well, she slowly became intertwined with drug dealers and gang members. At first, she straight out denied that she had any affiliation with those kinds of people. I could tell she was n't lying and that she believed these men were innocent, so I left her be. I guess she did n't even know that she was doing illegal work, whatever that work may be. 
 
 Later, she began to realize what these men were, but was okay with working for them because it would only be until `` another job rolled in.'' Only it did n't. She began coming home from work late. She called it `` overtime.'' Then she began coming home from overtime late. 
 
 It rolled in gradually and she began accumulating scratches, scars, and bruises. I'd asked her multiple times and she'd just shrug it off as a cat or an accidental bump into a corner. What she does for work? Only god himself knows the answer to that question. One night I heard her trying to sleep, but crying instead. I heard her admit to herself that these people were bad, and she needed to quit. I knew that there was no way for her to be able to do that; whoever these people were would kill her and take away our sole source of income. 
 
 One day my mom told me who it was that she worked for. She did n't mean to, it was a slip of the tongue. We were in the middle of a conversation and she accidentally slipped it in between the cracks separating her life and mine. I could tell that when she said, `` The Clowns'', she blushed a little bit too much for it to be a weird accident. My mouth provided blank words without meaning to keep the conversation going and my mom's mind occupied, while my mind focused on one thing: destroying The Clowns. I do n't care if it was dirty money, my mom and me needed money to *survive*. I needed to somehow destroy The Clowns and take their money without getting caught. But how? 
 
 I knew it was suicide, but I needed to follow my mom to work. She borrows my cousin's car on every other day ( the days she had her `` work'' ) and drives to who knows where, so I'll just slip into that car before she drives off and that'll be it. 
 
 I said goodbye to my mom and she walked into our tiny bathroom to brush her graying hair. Once she closed the bathroom door, I silently walked outside and up to the car parked next to our house. Oh no, I did n't even think about it being locked. I pulled the front door handle... and it was n't locked. I got into the car and climbed into the backseats. Hopefully she would n't look back here. 
 
 A few minutes later, I heard her walking towards the old car. My heart was beating faster. She pulled the car door handle and sat in the front seat. My heart was pounding in my chest as she turned on the engine ( taking a few tries ) and began driving towards her wonderful place of work. 
 
 A while later ( I ca n't tell time when I'm laying down in the backseats of a car, okay? it was probably less than an hour. ) I felt the car slow down and stop. My mom turned off the car and got out. I waited a few minutes and sat up, looking out the window. No one was around. I saw a warehouse that read, `` Morgan's Red Lobster - More than Fresh'' in large, run-down letters. It was pretty obvious that this was where everyone was located at. There was a smaller shack with a more official and recent look about it, but still a sleazy look about it. I decided that now was my time to shine. 
 
 Opening the car door, I got out. I decided to go to the smaller shack because that's where I would n't get shanked by the town's notorious gang of juggalos. Careful to look as inconspicuous as possible ( I know a 15-year-old at a juggalo meeting spot could n't possibly be inconspicuous, but shut up, I was 15 ), I walked over to the shack and tried the handle on the double doors. The idiots left the doors open. 
 
 There were dirty white tile floors in the room and the walls looked cheap. I saw nothing but chairs all around the room, until a box with some drawers in it caught my eye. It was the same color as the chairs, which was probably why I did n't see it at first. I opened each drawer and found nothing, except for one drawer on the bottom of the box. There was a paper explaining how to join this wonderful group. It said that if I call a certain number ( omitted because you are sneaky internet people ), I would be call-traced and have a representative sent to my house at exactly midnight. I stashed the letter in my pocket and quickly ran back to the car, got in, and hid myself in the back seats. Hours later, my mom got in and drove home. 
 
 When she entered the front door, I ran as fast as I could to the back door and opened it. I thought I tricked her into thinking that I was never out, but I felt like she somehow knew... 
 
 That night, I could n't fall asleep, as I knew a Clown would visit me at midnight. Come midnight, the doorbell did ring. I jumped out of bed, ready for action: I was going to knock this guy out. I walked out of my room and to the front door with a wooden baseball bat; this might get messy. Looking through the peephole, I became terrified, for this Clown was dressed in full regalia, complete with a scepter. Though shaking, I reached out for the doorknob and quickly opened it. 
 
 For a fourth of a second I stood in the doorway, looking at the man. He did n't seem human. This gave me the courage to baseball bat his Clown self. Luckily, his hands were busy leaning on the scepter and he was not ready for a wild child to knock him upside the head with a weapon. I did n't think I killed him at the time because there was no blood, but I later found out that this guy was n't a very hard nut to crack. I put on his Clown mask, his regalia, and his scepter. 
 
 I knew my mom would n't mind me taking my cousin's car once my mom realized how much of a favor I was doing for her. The car took a couple start-ups, but the engine got going. I drove to my mom's work; I knew Clowns would still be there, working and whatnot. At the time, I did n't realize it was pretty weird that I already knew the directions there, I guess I just thought I could sense the directions while in the back seats. 
 
 When I arrived, The Clowns were gathered outside, talking amongst themselves. I exited the car and they all turned towards me. I did not know what to expect and was growing scared. Suddenly, they all began greeting me at the same time as `` Leader Golden''! I was really confused but, even my 15-year-old self knowing the need to take advantage of this, pretended to be Leader Golden or whoever. I was lucky that I was wearing a mask and it muffled everyone's voices so that you would n't notice a different voice behind the mask unless they were completely different. I guess I stole the clothes of The Clowns' leader. 
 
 I inconspicuously walked into the warehouse and saw that it was barren, other than a room with a steel door. The door had a padlock on it and I began to lose hope of finding the riches of the gang. I realized that the leader must have the key and searched around in my pockets, when I found it. The key fit perfectly and unlocked the door into a room filled with pallets of Benjamins ( slang for the highest denomination of US currency ). This was almost too good to be true. I turned around and noticed a few hundred gang members behind me. I prepared myself for the worst. 
 
 `` **The new leader Chris has accepted his throne! **'' `` **The new leader Chris has accepted his throne! **'' `` **The new leader Chris has accepted his throne! **'' the juggalos cried in unison. 
 
 I was pretty freaked out at the moment, I can tell you that. One Clown walked up to me and took off their mask. It was my mom! This was about to set off a red flag in my brain, but she pulled out a canister of `` Understand Me Gas''. At least, that's what she says it is. Whatever it was, I did n't mind. I was pretty tired being up past midnight and I fell asleep pretty quick. She says that she explained things to me while I was asleep, because they were too complicated to explain while awake. I woke up and realized that my mom and the other juggalos had been preparing for years to replace their old and frail leader with a new, young, understanding leader. They found me and, with that helpful Understand Me Gas, I realized that I was in fact destined to be the leader of The Clowns. Everything in my life has pointed to this. I was so silly thinking that these people were bad; they actually work against the bad people! They are always busy killing off all the evil drug dealers and hit-men. Then, so as to not be rude, they supply the ex-buyers of those ex-drug dealers with new drugs. These guys are my family, and I've been their leader for 13 years now! I ca n't believe it took me so long to realize that my mom was the hero in all of this, for allowing me to complete my destiny. 
 
 Thanks, Mom 
 < 3 
 
 ( *Edit*: Changed word from `` crumbled'' to `` began to come together'' )
