My name is Bella, nothing more, nothing less. I am 18 and an outcast in my own home town. I have been tagged as a freak since 1st grade. The one day in particular changed everything. It was my 5th birthday and Mike Newton put gum in my hair for the 4th time this year. I got so mad I was about to scream my head off, but before I even started, my desk shot up in flames. Everyone screamed and ran to pull the alarm. Once the alarm was pulled, everyone ran outside. After we were safely across everyone stared at me while whispering. I heard words like freak and weirdo being passed around. I heard fire trucks in the distance, while teachers were running around frantically.
After the firemen put the fire out we went back inside. I went to my desk which was tattooed with a strange image. It was a circle divided in four sections with a smaller circle in the middle. Each section had symbols of the 5 elements. The top right had flames, the top left had wind, the bottom left had earth, the bottom right had water, and the middle had spirit. I had the weirdest feeling, it was like a warm liquid was filling me and making me glow.
I guess since Mike was talking to everyone, he is going to tell everyone I did it. The teacher called my parents and I got a 2 week suspension. That was the last day I had any friends, parents, and the right to be called human. I am known as the town freak, the reject, and the outcast.
After that day, Mom left dad. After that day, my dad comes home drunk. Every night since, he beats me, every day the kids at school bully me to no end. Every day I am abused either physically or mentally. Any time I had to myself I either slept, tended to my wounds, practicing my powers, or trying to find a way to kill myself. My name is Bella and welcome to the nightmare I call reality.