Autumn: Outcast of Heist Beach

NOTE: Okay, this is my first story on here, so, erm, yeah ^^; Enjoy! I hope to finish it fast enough. And sorry if the prologue is long...

It might not entirely match up with the backstory posted on Autumn's page...

Prologue
I watched as my parents walked out the front door.

"We'll be back in a few hours, Autumn! I trust you'll be able to find something decent to eat in the fridge!" My mom called above the sound of the wind cutting through our small home. She slammed the door quickly.

I yawned. This was going to be boring. What was the fun of eating cold leftovers? I wanted to go down to the shore to hang out with my friends. After all, Heist Beach is well known for being a tropical getaway. But apparently ten is too young an age to go out alone. So here I was. My mom and dad had been gone for only a minute, and I was hungry.

Quietly I stalked over to the kitchen where the fridge was, while snapping my fingers. Out of the corner of my eyesight, I saw a spark. No, it had to be an illusion. I snapped my fingers, and a small fireball shot out from where my fingers touched. It flew and hit the fridge, leaving a charred, gooey spot where it hit the plastic.

"OUCH!", I yelped, jumping at the searing pain on the palm of my hand. My gloved right hand was on fire!!!

Holding my hand in front of me, I ran as fast as I could, clumsily opening the front door. Frantically, I searched the rich green grass for the tide pools. There was one! I darted over to it and jumped into it. The fire died out, but my hand still felt like it was burning. Quickly, I climbed out of the tide pool. Great. Now I was soaking wet, and how on earth was I going to explain this to my parents?

Frightened, I walked home.