Tears of a Clown- part 2 by wilted

Turning on her heels she half waddled out of the door, “stupid dam shoes!” she muttered under her breath, the giant shoes squeaked as she tried to make her way down the stairs and into the living room; there was no dignity in this job. None at all. She forced her voice to sound cheerful “hello boys and girls!” she shouted as she swung open the living room door and waved at the children- they looked at her blankly; their pale watery eyes barely even registered her arrival and then without a sound they turned their attention back to the flat screen TV and DVD. Lilly was about to try again when a man walked through the door, “Right you lot, TV off, the clown’s arrived.” ‘The clown’, dressed in this costume she wasn’t even human, just another commodity.
Somehow she got through the party, even though the spoilt little brat of a birthday girl had cried and asked her daddy why he hadn’t got her a pony instead, she soon perked up though when her father opened the French doors and there, stood on the humongous lawn, was the pony. Lilly made balloon animals, told jokes and performed magic tricks but when her hour was up and she’d finally cart wheeled out of the door she didn’t hear the sound of applause, all she heard was ‘Daddy, I want you to put the DVD back on! NOW!”
Lilly ripped the shoes off her feet and ran up the stairs into the make shift dressing room, she slammed the door behind her and making sure it was locked she shoved her things into her bag. She looked into the mirror and she felt her stomach heave, looking at the glass she wondered how much it would hurt to punch it and use one of the shards to etch a new series of patterns onto her arms. Lilly spun round and slammed her fist into the brick wall behind her instead, she felt the pain ripple up her arm and into her shoulder, it was enough, enough of a sting to last her until she got home.
Taking a deep breath she slipped her feet into her trainers and opened the door, on the landing she was greeted by a peroxide blonde woman wearing far too much foundation, it was the little brats mother. “Oh daaaaaarling, thank you so much for helping at our baby’s party! I do hope that her and her little friends were nice to you? Oh here’s your cheque, ooooh its cake time, must dash! You can use the bathroom to wash that… makeup… off if you’d like? Can’t have you going home looking like that now can we” and with that the old troll was off down the stairs at a sprint. Lilly could go home looking like this and she fully intended to, she hunched her shoulders and walked down the stairs and straight out of the front door without a backwards glance.