A/N Firstly I would like to congratulate you for clicking on this story. However you've just let yourself in to the crazy part of my mind that accepts this a canon and the characters as real people. I apologise in advance for its lack of coherence and randomness if you need anything explaining just ask. Anyway enjoy?
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"Why can't I go to school? You let Billy go, I'm only 17" Daisy pleaded to the brutish man stood in front of her.
"Time you got a husband then, anyway you can't go in your 'condition'" he mocked her when he quoted her reason she couldn't go out, sneering "I get you whoring and you have to go and get pregnant. Your an ungrateful bitch"
Daisy felt like crying, she hadn't wanted to sell her body, her father had made her; she decided she would find Miles later, he always listened and never judged. She felt like she knew where this conversation was headed. It had been her fathers threat for the past few months, it wasn't really allowed but it was good for morale, he was going to send her to the front.
When her father had fallen asleep, passed out drunk in his arm chair, she packed her few possessions and took a knife to her long hair cutting it to just above shoulder length, passable for a boy.
She made her way through the dark streets until she reached Miles's house, she knocked on the door and waited. It wasn't Miles who answered the door but his mother.
"He's go to the front, where you should be if you ask me bloody coward." Reassured her guise was effective Daisy left finding a doorway to sleep in.
The next day she woke and made her way to the recruiting office, she slipped into the toilets and bound her breasts down so they wouldn't be noticeable before joining the queue. When she was called forward she was apprehensive less she be found out before she started. However they seemed more concerned about getting men than checking she was suitable. She was handed a uniform and told her transport would leave tomorrow where she would be heading straight to the front.