• “No no no!” screamed a girl with black-hair that reached her butt, and olive skin, wearing a beautiful Victorian dress. But this girl didn’t seem to enjoy it much. “Yes honey?” and pretty middle-aged mother walked in the room, she looked like the child, only older, and more womanly. “Mother I can’t go in this! It’s so last century!” she wailed, the poor mother, covered her ears. “Honey we can’t go out until tomorrow, when your father gets home-” She was interrupted by a scream. “I WANT IT NOW!” the spoiled girl said, hands on hips, she stomped her foot for effect.
    The mother sent in the maid to deal with her, and left the room; it might have been weird, to send in the maid of all people. But in this household they had a young maid, she was pretty, thin, and tall, with blue-black hair that reached her chin, her name was Via, she was the only one who seemed to calm down the spoiled rich daughter better than anyone. Perhaps it was because they looked perfectly alike, except for the hair.
    “Brinier…Calm down please…” she said, handing the boss’s daughter a napkin to wipe her tears. “I’m sure you’ll find the prettiest dress for the ball…” she said in her soft voice. Brinier looked up. Immediately satisfied by Via’s word. “You know…Your right! Thanks Via.” Via nodded towards the smiling girl, and walked out; shutting the door quickly behind her. When the door was closed she slunk down, on the other side of the door, laughing manically softly, and thinking of how she would kill this target, and take its place. Nobody would miss her she thought, she tucked behind a stand of hair, got up, and then walking down the hall to fix dinner.