Catastrophe

Hi my name is catastrophe and this is my story

  Yes, catastrophe is really my name but I go by William. I'm a 22 year old that for the most part has a normal life, but the other half is kind of ...crazy. Even Thought i'm only 22 years old everyone here knew my name and dreaded it. Not that I care. I work for my father. I'm what you would call ... a businesses women. Well at less that's what I like to call it. My dad on the other hand says I'm his little Death deliver. I do like what I do it's very easy. I go in and kill who I need to kill and come out. No questions asked. My dad says the person. Some time it's more than one person though When I'm killing these people I don't have what you would call sympathy for any of them it's just Business. But enough about that let's talk about this party I will be attending tonight... for business of course. Well at least that's what I told my dad. I just really wanted to hang out with my friends because of work I don't get to do that often. If dad knew that I was going to a party and it wasn't for business he would flip...saying stuff like "you have work to do". I'm tired of killing families I want to get into the real action. Like spy shit. My two brothers get to do it but I can't. They say I'm not ready. Oh but I can go kill someone's wife and kids while they sleep? Makes no sense right? But I don't argue because I don't get anywhere arguing with them except getting a headache and sent to my room. I and I ain't tell my brothers I'm was going to the party tonight. Because they were tell dad. I knew they wouldn't be there because they got you working late doing spy mafia shit and all. I pack my clothes in a bag. Cause I'm gone get ready at my best friends house.