An Encounter With the Past

Mrs. Marzipan looks up from her book and sees her. Too late, Sara tries to avoid eye-contact.

"Why, HELLO Miss Hewitt," she coos sweetly.

Sara gulps and tries to hide her dismay. "Miss Marzipan," she says, as politely as possible. "It's been a while. How are you?"

"I've been well. I'm still teaching. Though I really miss students of YOUR caliber, Miss Hewitt. So, are you still drawing any of those charming sketches you were so well-known for? I still remember the one you did of me...being torn apart by some lunatic in a hockey mask. Or the one where I was being eaten by a giant shark. Or being stretched on the rack by Freddy Kreuger until I'm torn in half. That stretched across several panels, if I recall correctly. No pun intended." She's still smiling, but the look in her eyes is chill. "As I remember, that factored into the year you spent at the reformatory."

"Uh...yeah," says Sara. "Well, it was..nice talking to you again. Really. But...I need to go. Get food. Yeah."

She turns uncomfortably and scuttles away, stinging and strangely ashamed. Miss Marzipan watches her go, her face still frozen in a smile, but her eyes filled with cold contempt.

1. A flashback to Sara's high school follows. How, exactly, do the two know each other?
2. Miss Marzipan is suddenly eaten by the creature that smashes through the floor beneath her table.
3. Sara's shame transforms itself into homicidal fury.
4. She tries to put the past behind her, and goes to order some food with the others.
5. Something or another happens that may or may not have to do with powered armor.

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