My name is Delihla Bee.
I try to pretend my family is at least semi-normal and some of the time it works! But other times... well it's a living- hell, literally.
I live in Hell, you know the big red firey place? But sadly it is not what most people think it is. It's actually pretty boring. We walk, talk and shop like when we were alive. In fact last decade I bought a new deamon that actuallly burps fire when you feed it pomagranets! But to be short and sweet Hell is simply where every one who dies goes, until they are reborn. The rest you probably know, if you were good your reborn quikly otherwise, well ya... and unfortunatly I have been down here for six million years and truthfully, it sucks.
Now comes the interesting part, because if i don't explain to you how the system works down here, you will get all upset when I call my little brother a slime ball. See, when a soul comes down they take on a form that "suits" them. My father is a giant rock like man completly covered in granite, my mother, well she's a harpie, screeching voice and all. Then comes my little brother and as you can guess... he's an alian slime ball. Seven tenticals, goey slimey skin and worst of all he smells like he was left in the sewers for weeks on end. But I guess I can't be that upset, back when I was alive my two living brothers smelt almost the same. Then comes me, the only person who has the form I have (and sadly species only "look" at the same species) and I got stuck as a human.
So I am going to tell you my story the only way I know how, sarcasting and pretty much filled with anger, so to all who have weeks hearts, see you at the end of my book!
*So thats more of an intro, please be harsh. I dont sually write this style, but I thought hey why not?
