14 year old Viva Springwater sat on her bed. The soft sheets covered her lap, and she held her fluffy pink diary in her hand. She liked the floofiness of the diary; and it also distracted her baby sister from looking inside.
It was just logic; if her sister was too busy feeling the cover, she wouldn't read the words on the pages. Although, she was a baby. She couldn't read.
—— Dear diary.
I got a new assignment today, even though I just finished the last one. That one went by pretty fast, but I wish I would at least get a break before my next one.
I have to kill a celebrity. The fluffy haired boy from Brozone. What an odd boy, he just sticks out like a black sheep. Hopefully nobody will notice when he's gone.
Now that I'm thinkin about it, I've never actually killed a real celebrity before. I mean, some bosses and ceos. BUT A BOY BAND IS A LOT. They'll definitely notice him gone. I guess I'll just have to be really secretive about this.
I'll be fine. I'll be careful. And I can't let this turn on me, at any costs.
Viva.
——
Viva peeked over the journal to see her baby sister poppy. She was cooing and reaching out her tiny baby hands to grab her sisters fuzzy journal.
"Okay, I'm done poppy." She giggled, and promptly set the small lock on the journal. "You can have it."
She handed the book to her sister, who kicked her feet and ran her hands over the texture happily. Viva smiled at her sister, but she knew the cost of what that diary contained.
Nevertheless, Viva smiled at the cute baby~
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Viva hoped her sister would never look in that book. She prayed her sister would never find out what she's done. They didn't even need the money; the two sisters were a part of the royal family. Her father was the one who made her do all this stuff anyway. So, who was this really for? Not her.. not really..
As long as baby poppy kept feeling the cover of the book, she'd never have to know.
Viva sighed while ruffling her wavy golden hair, and traveled over to her desk in the corner of her room.
So. What was the plan for killing a boyband member? she couldn't exactly just walk up to him. "Oh, hi clay. I have to kill you- SAY GOODBYE!!!"
No. So, the closest way she could get to him now was a concert.
Looking online, it seemed like there was going to be one show tomorrow night. Viva jotted that note down on a sheet of paper. "Brozone show... tomorrow.. night."
Maybe she could just shoot Clay and get it over with? Maybe tranquilize him while he was performing?— no. Too loud. Too gruesome. She'd get caught plain right there. These options were risky.
She wrote down another note.
—— Plan: 1. go to the show. 2. go backstage.
——
That was easy enough. Viva had spent years perfecting her sneaky hair-jitsu skills. Those skills included swinging from her hair and sneaking into places she shouldn't.
So viva would go backstage. What next? She scribbled down another word.
