A Rip In Time and Reality

You know, most people would expect you to be an Alien. An Alien that apparently knows how to teleport and summon stuff. But no, not these people. These people are calling me either a witch or Satan's spawn. Me, I prefer Satan's spawn. I mean, come on. Do I look like a witch? No. I didn't think so.
Sadly I'm not Satan's spawn. I'm just your average, ordinary, teleporting, interdimensional, alternative reality, time traveler. What? To much? Okay fine, you can call me a TIARTT.
You would hear the fast thumping of feet on the ground. Now, you're probably wondering why a TIARTT would run. Can't they teleport? Yes, I can. But there is a limit to the amount of times I can teleport per day. Right now, I'm out of gas. I bet you're all like, wait. Don't you have something to defend yourself with? Again, yes. But why would I? It's not like I'm being attacked. Plus, for some stupid reason my magical fire isn't working. No, before you ask. My magical sword that I apparently have isn't listening to me either.
"Hey! Get back here!" You would hear the shout of a middle aged man. He appears to be chasing the girl.
Yes, I'm being chased. Jeez! It's like these people haven't seen a TIARTT before!
The girl would turn and run down a back alley. But to her dismay, the man was still on her tail.
Hm? What was that? Uh-tsk! No! There is no other, more obvious reason, that I'm being chased. The girl's mind went silent for a moment. Fine! All I did was borrow a loaf of bread.. And didn't return it.. Hey don't get mad at me! I'm still a living entity! I gotta eat too! I thought they wouldn't mind, okay?! I mean like, it's as if bread is the most important thing in this world.
The girl would turn again to find herself backed into a corner!
Dangit! Welp, as long as I'm here. I might as well start from the beginning. Oh yeah! My name is Hannah the Runaway.
This is my story.