My name is Death. Just Death. At least, that's what the scientists decided to call me. Long ago there was a little girl named Sara. She died. Now it's Death. Just Death.
I suppose you want to hear my story. Of course you do. I don't even know where...
"First things first, we have to buy our dresses." Natasha announced. The three of us got up and hailed a taxi to take us to the mall.
"I don't really do dresses." I commented, scanning the racks.
"Come on, Death, just this once?" Wanda pleaded. An elderly woman shuffled her granddaughter farther away from us.
"Fine." I pouted. Wanda pulled out a light lavender dress and held it up.
"What do you think?" She asked.
"I like it."
"That's what you said about every dress I've pulled out so far. Nat?"
"Try it on Wandie."
Wanda glared at her and then smiled before disappearing into the dressing room. When she came back out her hair was parted on one side and she wore the dress. She spun around and giggled.
"What do you think?"
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"I love it!" I gasped. Wanda blushed and thanked me. Natasha pulled a yellow dress from the rack, similar to Wanda's. She disappeared to try it on.
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When she came back Wanda clapped her hands together.
"It's perfect!"
The two simultaneously turned to look at me.
"Now it's your turn." They said. I gulped. They forced me into several dresses, several different colors. Eventually they both decided on a light gray dress that they asked me to try on. I sighed but agreed. The fabric was soft and delicate. I looked at my reflect in the mirror before coming out.
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