Snippet #2221770

"I think that'll be a good idea. How will we be able to identify each other? Any ideas? I can tell you right now that Mistelle looks exactly like Mrs. Ordana, only her hair color is different. And can I ask for your name sir?" James asked.

Mistelle doesn't lose her frown. She had no idea what James was talking about but assumed she was leaving soon. Something had to be serious if he was having her meet up with someone unknown to her. What in the world was happening? She would find out soon enough. Getting up, she walked over to her closet and placed her hand on the doorknob of the door. However when she did this, the knob instantly crystalized. Mistelle, shocked beyond belief, gasped and walked backwards until she sat down on her bed.

~This can't be real, this can't be real!~ she thought to herself.

James saw what happened and was glad he came prepared. Mrs. Ordana had similar troubles when her power first came out. Pulling out a couple 'special' gloves from his pant pocket, he placed them on Mistelle's lap. However, she was still too shocked to do anything.