Fire Fairy MCU

ONE

CHAPTER ONE

Her lungs could collapse at any given moment from how hard she was breathing. Her hazel eyes were wide as she stared at the blonde in front of her, who sobbed on the ground of the football field, pointing an accusing finger at Isabella.

"You're going to ruin the entire world!" She screeched, her hands going to her hair and picking up the frayed dead ends that had been burned. "You could've killed me, you monster!"

With lips parted, Isabella went to apologize but swallowed the words, turned on her heel and ran through the woods behind her. Her backpack bounced against her back, the notebooks inside being not too heavy for the pace she was going.

Isabella clenched her hands tightly as she ran, afraid if she opened her palms, they might burn the entire forest around her. Gulping, the strawberry blonde licked her lips and made a sharp left turn.

She had to run away. Surely the girl that she just almost killed would tell the school, who would tell the police and her foster parents, locking her away if they caught her. She knew the woodsy area all too well, she walked through them daily just to get back to her foster parents' home.

Isabella was only seventeen, a senior in high school, the quiet girl that got straight A's in every class. But now, she was a monster, probably a fugitive by the time the police found out what she did.

Ashley Ortil was the blonde girl that sat on the football field, tears pouring from her eyes. She was the captain of the cheer squad, also Isabella's bully. She made fun of the girl often for being an orphan, something the red haired girl had no control over, nor found a reason why it was funny. But, Ashley was a bitch, and thought she could control everyone in that little high school. She was wrong the moment she followed Isabella through the football field, slamming the girl with insults until Isabella finally grew angry, turned, and nearly killed the girl with a ball of fire that came from her hand.

Isabella never felt that angry before. And now, it seemed fire was swarming within her veins, growing stronger by the second.

Once Isabella reached her foster home, she tossed out all of her notebooks and pens, packing a few outfits into her bag, the wallet and debit card Jolene, her foster mom, had given her, and some other necessities she knew she would need while on the run.

Jogging through the house, she quietly went out the back, shut off her phone, then ventured off into the streets of London.

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Three weeks passed since being on the run, hiding away from the people of England. Isabella took a boat to France, finding a slightly cheap hotel out in Paris. She wore her hair up in a baseball cap on most days, others she wore a hoodie and sunglasses, but nonetheless, instead of feeling like she was running away from her life, she was starting a new one.

Paris was vintage and gorgeous, being one of the places Isabella always dreamed of visiting, she took the opportunity to venture there to get away from England. Before she left, the girl took out all the money she had on her debit card, cut it up and tossed it before getting on the boat to France. Not once since being on the streets of Paris did Isabella stop and think about her life back home and what must be going on there.

Currently she was seated at a small café, stirring her tea with a spoon. Dark sunglasses sat on the bridge of her nose, giving her full leverage of scanning the area without being seen staring. The streets bustled, groups of people walked, couples held hands and cars quietly obeyed traffic laws.