Chapter Two

As I thought, my meal is a disaster. Eating it will only mean one thing, suicide. So, what should I do right now? Oh, boo~ I don’t really have a choice, do I? ‘Cause between my father’s hopeful and cheerful face, and my poisonous meal, I know I really do have to eat this thing.

And oh god! What’s with this taste?!

“Is it yummy Dacey?”

Urghh... there are two meanings with the word *urghh. First, this thing is totally poison. Second, I hate it when dad calls me by my real name…. I mean, Dacey? What kind of name is that?