"Well hello again." I jumped to my feet, startled by the voice behind me. "Oh, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to frighten you." I turned around to see Ms Darkholme walking into the clearing. She sat down on the log and patted the space beside her. "Come, have a seat." A feeling of foreboding came over me, but I dismissed it as my imagination. Ms Darkholme seemed so nice! I wiped my face with my sleeves and sat down. As soon as I did, I saw Ms Darkholme's eyes go wide and she jumped back off of the log and stared at it. That was when I realized that I'd set the log on fire. I too jumped off of it. No! I thought, no don't burn! This is like my mom's monument!

Then as suddenly as it had started, the fire went out. Ms. Darkholme made sure not to let me see her smirk, and then sat back down again. So did I, this time being careful not to set the log on fire. Oh man! I was glowing again, and the harder I tried to stop it, the brighter I got! Ms. Darkholme pretended not to notice. She looked around. "This place brings back such memories," she sighed.

I looked up at her, startled. "Memories? What kinds of memories?" She looked at me and shrugged. "Just.memories." She's lucky that at the time I didn't realize she was teasing me! "I see by the look on your face that you have memories about this place too."

That was when I started feeling progressively more uncomfortable. I looked at the ground and refused to look up at her. "I've been here before."

"I see. So your memories here are not as pleasant as mine." I shook my head, but didn't look up. "Well, we have our differences, but we also have our similarities."

"Similarities?" I still kept my eyes glued to the dirt. "What similarities?"

She tapped me on the shoulder. "We're both mutants." I looked up at her, and as soon as I did, I fell off the log. "AHH!" Someone caught me before I hit the ground though. Ms Darkholme now looked exactly like me, right down to the last freckle!