I do not own Victoria! WARNING! :I have not read the original story of Victoria's by ! But I have read: Nutella , Lazer Pointers and Pizza , oh My!
Prologue
Victoria had finally gotten a day off work, but as always she couldn't go home with out stupid paper work. But it was ok right now, she had finally finished her paper work. Now she was in sweet heaven!In front of her was a TV,on the coffee table was two Nutella jars, a butter knife, and a plate with a stack of twelve pieces of toast. Victoria took a bite of her Nutella covered toast. She heard a knock at the door. "Mailman!" She heard on the other side of the door. "Is someone here?" "Yep!" Victoria yelled rather weakly from laziness. "Slip in the thingy." She ordered him saying the order rather heard him slip in the mail. "I'm sorry."Victoria heard him whisper. He walked to the next house. Victoria was puzzled. "Was this the right house for that piece of mail?" She thought. She was curious. She got off the warm couch and picked up the…telegram? "Hmm, odd." She muttered to herself. She opened the telegram with her nails, and took out the slip of paper. "Dear: Victoria Carolina Beacard, twenty-six year old Richard Beacard died Feb. twentieth 1998, he was shot in war, we are sorry. Sincerely, General Jacob.
Victoria's eyes were glued to the telegram, she read it over and over again, finally she stabbed the page with her long nails then ripped it up and dropped the little pieces on the floor. Not bothering to clean up the mess, she ran to the couch and buried her face in a pillow crying huge sad tears.
A/n: And hear she was having such a good day!