Fire on fire

Prologue

When I was a little girl just growing up, I used to believe in the generic happy go lucky kind of ideas; Everyone was nice to everyone, the world was a happy place protected by good natured people who only want the best for the people, no one would hurt you unless you gave them a valid reason to do so.

As I got older I started thinking....... What total and utter Bullshit :)

I can remember it like it was yesterday.

Playing on the monkey bars in my little white and blue summer dress, hanging upside down. Now don't go thinking dirty like that my friend, I was wearing shorts underneath. My black hair that mum neatly tied in two pigtails now flowing freely in the wind, hair ties discarded somewhere on the floor. My favourite light purple hair band fell of my head and onto the mud on the ground beneath me.

I remember dumbly staring at it for a couple of seconds before lifting myself back up into the right position. I started to tear up thinking of who gave that headband to me and how much it meant to me but, before I could even start ugly crying someone had picked it up and examined it for a second and started too clean it with the juice from their cartoon.

"Good as new." The stranger said to me, handing me back the now dirty and sticky headband with a bright smile on her face.

"Thank you." I replied tentatively taking it out of her hands.

I looked up at her and took my time to take her in. She was dressed as one of those fairy characters I always used to watch on TV, I could never remember the name of the tv show though (my memory is good but not that good love) the costume, the hair even the makeup. The whole nine yards. I thought it was incredible and wanted to look just like that.

I must have been staring at her for quite some time as she started to move around uncomfortably.

"W-what? Do you think I look ugly too?" She asked shying away a bit.

My eyes widened at her accusation.

"NO OF COURSE NOT." I said a bit too loudly for the people arounds liking as they turned around and stared at us probably thinking what could two 8 year olds possibly be shouting about?

"Sorry, I-i meant of course I don't think you look ugly I think you look so cool. How did you manage to look exactly like her. So pretty."

"You think so?" She turned back around with a little smile and hope filled in her eyes.

"Duhhhhh who wouldn't" I put my hands on my hips shocked that anyone could actually think she looked horrible.

Any trace of a smile on her face disappeared as she turned around and pointed to a small-ish group of boys and girls that were taking side glances at us and making snide remarks. They were rather loud so I've always wondered why I never noticed them.

Well I guess my mind can only focus on those who can stand out in a crowd and look effortlessly awesome doing so.

My gaze went back to fairy girl in front of me she looked as if she were about to cry herself. I was not going to let that happen. And I owe her one for helping me anyways. So I marched up to that group of friends with fairy girl hot on my tail wailing a massive amount of no's at me. I paid no head to them all I thought was that they needed to be taught a lesson.

"YAH!!!" I yelled loud enough to get their attention.

"What?" One of the boys walked up to me probably their "leader" or some dumb nonsense like that. He was sort of pudgy and a head taller than me I would say. He tried to puff out his chest make himself look more intimidating but all I could see when looking at him was a big pile of sh-