"HOW IS THIS EVEN possible?", I ask Mr. T as I look at the portrait strangely. "Why didn't anyone tell me I look like the Queen of all witches?".
"We didn't tell you because we have no answer and we knew telling you would demand a reason, that's why we decided to keep it to ourselves". Mr. T replies with pity in his eyes.
"Did my mom know? Did she know I'm the exact replica of Queen Mera, the great immortal white witch?". My hands start to shake violently as I await his response, though I already have an idea on what his reply would be.
"Yes, she knew. She was the one that alerted us to it actually". He sighs and averts his gaze from me.
"Why didn't she tell me?", I ask in a murmur but then I yell, "WHY DIDN'T SHE TELL ME?!!".
"Maisie you need to calm down, control your temper".
