sweeping as I had been asked to do. While I sweep I think of how I almost gave myself away after seeing the garlic and slightly smelling it. I kringed. "Why didn't I smell it before hand?" I asked under my breath.

"Am I not yet acustomed to what I need to look out for?"

I had doubts flying through my head thinking of things I hadn't thought of since that dark day I became the un-dead.

I began to cry. Thinking of the looks my family gave me when they found out. How I had killed them without a moments notice because I smelled fresh blood.

My mind came backl to the here and now. I noticed that everyone that was conscious looked at me in worry. They probably think I can't handle it, they probably think that I am a squimesh young girl. Ha! If only they had seen the things I did, if only I could get...NO! I will not show them what I am. I will not be kicked out of this place to. I refuse! I will stay at all costs.