I first discovered my “mimic” powers when I was six years old. I was sitting on the swing sets in the park, eating a popsicle, when another girl with long, pretty black hair came up. I told my mom that I wanted hair like that. Mom smiled and assured me that my hair was pretty, too.
I was fine with the way I looked, but that night, as I gazed in the mirror in my room, I wondered what I would look like with that hair. Suddenly, my hair changed. My normally straight hair curled on its own, and the light brown darkened until it was a deep black. I gasped, and stared closer. At first I thought it was magic, but I waved that away. Even when I was little, I found the stories of mystic fairies a little far-fetched. Then, I had a thought. Concentrating hard, I shut my eyes and wished my hair was back to normal. I opened my eyes to see my hair straightening and the color getting lighter.
I immediately knew that I shouldn’t tell anyone. I knew that no one else could do this, and I was different. I decided to keep my “mimicking” abilities to myself. Over the years, only one person has ever known about my abilities-Luke.
I thought it was just physical characteristics, but then I realized I could copy other things, like people’s abilities. I began to wonder how in the world I had ended up with these powers, and if my parents had any idea. As I got older, I began to go through the family tree to see if any other family members had abnormal abilities like me. As far as I knew, Zach didn’t have any strange “powers” like me. I had heard the rumors about mutant genes in humans that could alter their genetic make-up, but…this wasn’t something you read in the papers. What could I do? I kept quiet. What else are you supposed to do?
