You can't let anyone know. There's no way your eight-year-old sister and five-year-old brother will survive on their own if you're driven out or killed. You have to hide it as long as possible, but who knows how long you have? Fangs...what does it mean? Are you turning into some kind of animal?
If you could leave the town you would in a heartbeat, but in the countryside, how would a sixteen-year-old girl -- or whatever you are becoming -- get food and shelter for two little kids? Not to mention how sickly Garn is. No, for now, the only thing you can do is stay here and try to hide it.
The next morning you head to work, careful not to smile to widely or let anyone see your mouth. The fangs are not obvious, but if anyone looked closely, they might get suspicious. Thankfully, you hadn't noticed any other changes, and your siblings didn't comment on any. Maybe nothing else would happen.
You are engrossed in scrubbing out a tablecloth when a voice over your shoulder startles you.
"A-are you okay, Rian? You look a little pale...do you need a break?" Lyres stammers at you. As usual, the boy brings more trouble than he's worth.
"You had better not be coming into my place sick!" Mrs. Tynon growled at you, striding over. "I won't have clients falling ill if you have anything catching!"
"No, Mrs. Tynon, of course not. I'm perfectly fine!" you say quickly, ignoring Lyres concerned gaze, and try to be convincing. Truthfully, you feel a bit sensitive to the outside light, but it was nothing that would earn you Mrs. Tynon's sympathy.
"Well then, get to it! Don't fall behind!" Mrs. Tynon glares, and an uncomfortable Lyres finally walks away under her watchful eyes.
You scrub the tablecloth clean, and go outside to hang it up. The sun seems particularly bright, nearly blinding you, but you complete your task and stagger indoors. Pausing a moment, you bring your hand to your temples, then notice that, yes, your skin does look a little pale. Were you actually getting sick? Was it because you ate so little last night? Or is it something more sinister...