The beginning

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"I am fire. That's the description that fits me"

I am 13. I can create and manipulate fire at will. There have been many times where I have been charged with arson because well.... I got a little heated up. I am hated everywhere I go. I am all alone.

I stare at the wall while laying in my bed. 

"Why? Why do I carry this curse?"

 I open my palm and will a tiny flame to ignite. The flames grows even more. I close my hand before anything catches fire. I look at myself in my mirror. I am 5'5. I am as pale as death. At least that's what my mom says. I have charcoal black hair, eyes so dark brown they look black.My mom says that I look just like Dad. I have never met him. From what my mom said he touched my arm when I was born then he just disappeared. I don't mean like left and never came back disappeared. I mean "poof" gone in a puff of smoke disappeared. We never saw him again. On the spot where Dad touched my arm is a skull that looks like it was burned onto my skin. Every once in a while, I can look out of my bedroom window and see the fiery skull that's on my arm in the sky. So I know somewhere out in the world Dad is out there and I will find him .... one day. 

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