Disclaimer: I still own nothing  This is one of those stories I
felt I had to take down to fix. It was that poorly written. It
still is not the best out there, but at least it should now be
readable. Hope you enjoy, and if you have read it already, sorry
about that, but thanks for putting up with the original.  The
Unwanted  Chapter One  Elizabeth Gilstone was up early that last
morning of her childhood. She was not sure what woke her,
perhaps the cool air streaming in through her open window or
perhaps her parent's voices from the room below her own. Turning
her eyes to look at the clock on her bedside table, she moaned
and lifted her hand to rub the back of her neck. The soreness
from the night before had turned into a stabbing stiffness. She
must have landed harder than she'd thought, when she had not
cleaned the kitchen to her stepfather's satisfaction and earned
his swift punishment.  She sat up and swung her legs to the side
of the bed, eased them down to the floor, and slid her feet into
the shoes that