I've come to realize that people have begun to watch my every action. I have had to force myself to speak the way everyone expects me to speak, I have to act like the perfect daughter. With all of these suspicions running through the air, I have to keep as much attention off me as possible. It's becoming a huge issue for me. I knew after I lost my uncle things would be strangely different, but I never once imagined that I would be betrayed by the only person I felt I could put my trust in. How could Michelle take everything I said and given it to the government? Because of all the pressure on me, I have needed a release. I began to organize, to clean out my room. At least I have things from when I came here to remember and to cherish. I have cleaned out my whole room, looked at every object, but yet I'm still unsatisfied. I look at the arrangement of my room, nothing has moved. Well, at least not since I can remember. It's time for a change, a new look. This really is a relieving task. http://ficlets.com/feed/story/3902