To some I am a curse, to others, an easy escape, to those who are a little more sane and open
minded, I am inevitable. To all, I am death.
Your probably wondering why I'm writing this, also what on earth all that shouting is in the back-ground? Those are my "best friends forever."
Three young mortal girls, the eldest of which has yet to even hit puberty. Three girls who beat the Grim Reaper himself, forcing me into their service until their demise, and until their time I cannot lay a figure on them, or risk breaching our contract.
The youngest is around five years old. Adorable at first sight, with golden curls and brown eyes. But once you get to know her, you see evil behind that sweet farce. Her name is Daisy.
The next child is ten. Long-ish brown hair and the same eyes as her younger sister's, she is a surprisingly intelligent scatter-brain. She is Rosie. The nice one.
And the eldest, the evil leader of this trio. Twelve years old, she has dyed purple hair and green-grey eyes. She is a dark child with a chocolate addiction and a tendency to have mood swings. You never know just how she might react to a situation. It could be with rage,
disturbing calm or excitement, she is certainly a strange one. Her name is Violet.
How did I end up in the service of these British brats? Read one and find out how I became the laughing stock of the underworld right here.