Carmel Gray really hated cleaning. Sweeping and vacuuming was the worst, but it was all she ever did anymore. She hated living in this church. She wanted to be out fighting demons, like her parents had done. But they had died before they had taught her what they knew, and in the end she ended up with a nasty scar.
Now, she sat slacking off in a pew, drinking a glass of milk. Maybe it'd make her taller...?
Now, she sat slacking off in a pew, drinking a glass of milk. Maybe it'd make her taller...?