Hothead

Life was normal for me for a while. I was a cute little girl, a normal cute little girl, but all that has changed. I was five when I was playing with a doll. Suddenly, my hand felt all tingly and the doll burst into flames! “YIKES!” I yelled as I dropped the flaming doll to the carpet. The fire went into the carpet and spread. “Oh no…” I said, The room was getting all smokey so I finally screeched “STOP IT!” The flames ceased spreading and then, the next thing I know, I am right next to the doll and there is a circle, yes a circle, of fire around me. My father burst into my room because he heard me saying "stop it", or that's what I think happened. When he saw the circle of fire, he quickly doused me with water. But it only got worse from there. My family had learned to carry around squirt guns whenever the fire broke out. I laughed, fire. I cried, fire. I brushed my teeth, fire! I guarantee that I was not the only one who found this annoying. I knew I wasn’t normal. But I still tried to be. One day I asked “Mommy, Daddy, when can I go to school like Tanya?” “I’m sorry honey.” Mom whispered as she hugged me tight. “Annabelle, no matter what happens...” Dad said. I can count on Mom and Dad to never answer me clearly! I mean, seriously! Weren't they the people who taught me English? Finally, my older sister Tanya, mumbled something that I don’t know if I was supposed to hear. “Never. You will never go to school like me. You can’t.” That's when the flames broke out. More than ever before. The house could not hold it. This was the very last straw for everyone. When we all got out of the house safely, my dad pulled my family aside and they had a conversation. About me, I assumed. Tanya gave me a hug. "No matter what, you will always be my sister. Try not to forget about me." My mom called someone on her phone. "Yes," she said. "We can't take care of her anymore. We're ready." Soon after that, a dude wearing all black and sunglasses appeared at my house. He said “Come with me,” in an unusually low voice that was kind of snooty. Then he pulled out something that looked like a metal donut with buttons and lights on it and slapped it around my neck. He shoved me into a car and we drove off. I strained to look out the window. None of my family members looked back. Not even Tanya. That was the last time I ever saw the fire. Or my family.