Unbroken

If you play with fire...

As Cierra walked around town, she was amazed at what she had never seen, smelled, or heard before. Fresh pastries from bakeries, pizza shops, watermelons, fish, burrito stands, hotdogs, corn dogs, and the beautiful scent of fresh-made candles. She didn't understand how she was missing all of this, though. How could all these people never seen her and her 'father', until she had walked into this town? Now that she thought about it, where was her father? So many questions flooded her mind, so she sat down. She was thinking for a bit, until a young male had walked up to her. The male had red hair, and hazel eyes. He was wearing a leather jacket, a pair of jeans, some Vans, and a backwards hat. She looked up at him.

"Hey, feather-brain. You're in my seat," the male had said with an attidtude.

"Your seat? I didn't see you sitting here, so I sat down," Cierra responded with a calmness. She didnt like him, but also didn't want to fight. She just wanted to sit.

"Nuh-uh. Get out of here before I break your nose." The male spat on Cierra's face. At this, she had become angry. In between her arm in between her elbow and her shoulder, where the burning was, a light red glow had begun. Slowly, it glowed brighter, until that spot burst into flames. It didn't burn Cierra, nor the clothes she was wearing. Her fists caught fire, too. The young male was now slightly freaked out, as Cierra pulled her fist back and threw it forward.