I open my eyes. I'm not at school anymore, I can tell right away. I'm in a little  wooden building, maybe a cabin. I notice a window and run up to look outside. I assume my guess is correct, because we are surrounded by trees on all sides. I look back at the room I woke up in. It's decorated in rustic furniture, a faux bear skin rug on the wooden floor boards. There was an empty and cold fireplace in the corner, a coffee table, and a couch. Not much else.

A little wood. A little cabin. A little family.

A little girl.

I see her, backed up with her hands in front of her face. She has uneven blonde hair, green eyes that seem to change color. She's maybe eight years old. Her eyes are bright with fear, she's looking at the wall. A man, a big man, steps in front of her. It's only a little bug.

I don't understand.

It's a wasp. A big one. On the wall. I still don't understand why she's so scared.

The man throws a book at it and it slaps the bug off the wall. The girl runs up and fingers its wings in pity, trying to put them back together. The insect buzzes and she shivers.

The fire crackles.

Fire? Where did that fire come from?

The little girl had reached out her hand to the empty fireplace and let out what looked like a small lightning bolt to light it. It was an odd color, dancing against the stone. It was some type of blue flame, a crystal so beautiful. The man that had almost killed the wasp stepped towards the fire, his eyes wide and glazed over. He steps towards it like in a trance, but the girl picks up the wasp and steps in front of the man, her back facing him.

A slow smile spreads on to her face, the shine of the fire making it look creepy. With the wasp in her hand, she advances towards the fire, the smile not changing at all. But her eyes were an electric blue. An unnatural blue.

She kneeled in front of the fire, disrupting my thoughts. She smiles down on the wasp, it buzzes in her hand. She picks it up by its wing, which, for a wasp, is like torture, and gingerly lifts it into the fireplace, just above the blue flame. The bug squirms as the tips of the fire lick against its body. The girl giggled a bit when it tried to sting her. The stinger didn't go into her thumb, and instead it caused the wasp to fall into the fire.

Its little body burned to a crisp in seconds. The girl clapped happily and looked up at the man, who was now kneeling beside her. He reached out towards it, engulfed in the beauty. The little girl's smile widened and she stood up. Her hands moved out before the man had a chance to scream, and she pushed him into the fire.

His body shook, electricity coursing through him. His hair stood on end, his body paralyzed. A shrill scream was heard from another room, and I turned to look. A woman, about the same age as the man with grayish brown hair and an apron stepped out of the room with a hand to her mouth. She ran up to the man and started sobbing. She composed herself again and reached into her apron.

The woman pulled out a ruler and motioned for the little girl's hand. The little girl looked down at her feet, still smiling, and gave the woman her left hand. As the ruler was about to come down on the girl, the woman screamed and fell to the floor. The little girl laughed and clapped, just as she had done before with the wasp, like she was getting rid of something horrid and having fun at the same time. The woman's screams died away, and her body fell still against the floor. The little girl's smile dimmed and her eyes turned back to their normal green-gray color.

She looked confused, at first, but then horrified. She put her hands up to her mouth and started  weeping silently. She ran into the other room and I followed her to the phone.

She picked it up and dialed a number, screaming about what had happened and saying she needed to get to an 'Aunt Natalie'.

A few minutes later, the police arrived and took the little girl away. Everything went black and I heard screams and cries and finally, everything fell silent.