"What is it, mom?" I asked. She looked at me with dark eyes. She murmured something, but I couldn't hear it. "What?" I asked again.

"What did you do!" She yelled. "I've been trying to do that for years!" I stared at her confused.

"What are you talking about?" I was still waiting for an answer. My dad was away at work so he never interrupted us. There was silence between us.

"Honey. I heard about the fire." She said. Her motherly eyes gazed at me with love.

"What does that have to do with me?" I was horrified. "I thought you would be the last person to call me a-

"Curota! Stop... You see," Her mom started, " Do you know that your dad is cheating on me?" She asked. I stopped. I never knew that. "I saw the fire you made today. I'm very proud of you Curota."

"Mom!" I yelled. "I didn't do that!!!"

"I know you did." Her mom said. "Because..." She paused. "Oh nevermind. You're much too young. I shouldn't tell you. Not yet at least." I tried talking to convince her to tell me.

"Come on mom! You can tell me. I'm your daughter!"

"No. Not yet." She said. She turned away. I heard her go up to her room. I really wanted to know what she was doing so I did the unthinkable.

"Honey! I'm leaving for a show!" My mom called. I heard the door shut. She left. I snuck up to her room and opened the door. I couldn't believe what I saw! My mom... She was a witch!