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~Chrystal
Your name is Chrystal Hawthorn and you really fucking hate your life right now. Why? Well, maybe because you're sitting at the bus to summer camp. Fucking SUMMER CAMP. And apparently, sending you to a pathethic ass place With deprived teenagers wasn't enough, nope, this was a camp for "special cases". Holy shit, you knew you were weird, did they have to send you to some freakschool just because of that? Ugh, you wouldn't even be here if that old hag Anderson had found out about your powers. She'd come in when you where trying to make shapes of the bottled water that you had on your bedside table. She treated you bad before this, and now when she knew about your powers... She was worse. Much worse. The only good thing about this was to get away from her, and...

Your thoughts abruptly come to an end when someone pokes your shoulder. "Uh, miss, this is the last stop"
Oh. Well.
Shit.
You nonchalantly nod and stand up, without looking at the person in front of you. With a swift motion, you grab you packing and starts walking towards the exit, frowning.

Welcome to hell.


/mueh var det oekj? :0/

Ania~
The car we were driving in was old, like really worn out and scabby and it smelled like old socks and smoke.
Most of the dull-grey seats were broken, and sunk in when you tried to sit on them, making you as unstable as a crab trying to balans at the top of The Eiffel Tower.
"I told them I was driving you to an all girls Catholic camp", said my older brother, looking at me slightly while he drived. "But I am actually driving you to a fun summer camp!", he tried hopelessly to look glad for my sake. We both knew that wasn't real. I was nothing to be glad for, I was a freak.

It was the first time in three weeks that I'd went out of my house, my parents not wanting me to go outside for a second, only agreeing to this summer-camp thing only because it was an "all girls camp".
Just because what had happend with my boyfriend. Or ex-boyfriend, really.

I had always known what I could do, and my parents too, but doing what I'd done whent more than far.
I had gotten punished before, for what I could do, but not like this.
I made my first boyfriend fly, just by kissing him, and my parents made it clear that I was not to speak to any boys ever again. They made it clear in a way I still have nightmares about, in a was that makes me want to curl up in a ball and die. They made sure I would never do anything of it again. And I would never forget it. Ever.

Chrystal
With rapid footsteps, you quickly approach the camping site. It looks really fucking dull, with wooden, old- looking, dirt-gray cabins, and almost no vegetation in sight. Not that you're surprised.

Ugh, you guess you should check in or whatever. You look around and see a white stone building that is quite a bit taller then the cabins. It couldn't hurt to try, you guess, so you start walking towards the building. It doesn't take you long to get there. You pull the door handle, and the door slides open without protest. Stepping inside, it really surprised you how clean it is. God, it even smells clean. Hopefully that applies to the fucking cabins as well.

You spot a proper looking woman, sitting behind a desk. You walk up to her, and she smiles at you. "You're here for the camp, i presume?" She asks, and you nod. "And, what's your name then, dear?"

You sneer, because you don't like when people call you things like that. At all. "Chrystal Hawthorne." And don't fucking call me dear

Oh, and no, you didn't say that last part. Because you're not fucking stupid.

She nods silently and looks down in her papers, searching for your name, and then, with a ballpoint pen, she checks off your name. "Here you go, dear." She says, holding a small key with a huge fucking wooden keychain with the number 36 written on it.

Well, that makes it easier to know where to go. Too bad you can't even fit that in your fucking pocket.

/förlåt att hon svär så mycket i guess
heh
xD/

"Bye, love", my brother, Tristan said and ran a hand down my hair "I'll see you in a couple'o months"
And with that, he drove away, leeving me alone on a foreign place, with two bags of belongings.

The camp looks cozy, and the small, grey cabins look really nice in contrast to the large, white building standing in the middle of it.

I started walking towards the white house, my worh out shoes crunching at the gravel. I entered the building and looked around. It was beautifully furnished, with white walls and white chairs. Everything was white, except for a flower standing in the corner. It was extraordinary, with tropical colours lining every leaf. I could smell the flower from where I was standing, also picking up the scent of newly washed clothes and cut grass.
It smelt like heaven

Catching myself from the haze, I gingerly walked forward to the middle of the great hall, where a large counter was placed, with a nice looking woman sits, typing on her computer.
"Camp?", she says, not even looking up on me, even if it was no way she could've seen or heard me. But she still knew I was there, somehow.
"Yes", I said, making it clear that I liked it here, with abig smile. Even though it felt as though the woman wouldn't see it, it felt reassuring in some way.
"What is your name then, love?", said the woman, finally looking up to meet my gaze. But it felt like she alredy knew my name, like she knew everything about me, just my feeling my precense.
"My name is..", I started, unsure of how I'd explain my very complicated name.
The woman, seeming to understand my difficulties, just looked at me and said;
"Ania", she looked at the computer again "you're staying in room 36, here's your key", the woman handed me a small, silver key, with small numbers indicating that this was leading to cabin number 36.
"Good luck", she said with my smile, before I found myself leaving the place to head to my room

Clenching the key tightly in your hand, you start walking towards cabin number thirty six. This camp was already getting on your nerves, and you where supposed to stay here six weeks. When you arrive, you dont hesitate to unlock the door. Inside, there was a small table for two, a closet, several windows(including one in the ceiling, what the fuck was that for? Stargazing?!), and one bunk bed.

You dump all your things in the wardrobe, not bothering to sort it. With a sigh, you climb into the toppen bunk and picks up the mp3 player in your hoodie pocket, and soon, Marina Diamandis voice is blasting through your ears.

You wonder who's gonna stay with you. Probably a damn jerk, considering your luck. Ugh. You guess you'll have to deal with it. You can't go home now.

After listening to two songs, you decide to walk out of The cabin, though you continue listening. The place is getting pretty crowded by now, teens with their phones and their parents talking to eachother. You don't want to talk to anyone, so you sit down om a newly painted, white bench. And at that very moment, the song Teen Idle starts to play. Fitting.

I slowly walked up to the house marked as 36, unlocking the wooden door with my small, silver key. The lock klicks and I walk inside the small hut, taking in my surrowninga with a smile. It looked so cozy!
Small windows lined the room, with a large one dipping from the ceiling. It looked beautiful, and the big window let in a whole lot of sunlight, making the room light up joyfully.
I sat down on one of the beds, slowly and gracefully stroking the soft mattress.

Looking around the room, I spotted an old closet, thinking that I could maybe start packing up a bit.
I was opening the wooden door, it creeking quite loudly, when a large pile of clothing just fell out of it and landed with a thump on the floor.
"What the..?", I said, scratching my head in awe. My roommate must've been here alredy, I thought picking up the clothes one by one. I decided on helping whoever was staying here, by neatly folding and hanging their clothes nicely in the warderobe. When I'd finished with the other person's clothes, I started hanging in and packing in my own, making it look really nice and neat.

When all of our clothes lay in the closet, I closed the doors and started decorating the room. I hung up alot of pictures I'd taken of flowers and cute little animals. I made the beds with the bed linings I'd found in the closet and when I was done with the room, I sat down on one of the beds making it creek loudly.
The cabin looked nice and cozy, and I hoped my roommate would be here soon so I could show them what I'd done with the closet.

I ran some fingers through my hair, and decided on putting it up in a hogh ponytail, so that I wouldn't have it in my face.

After a long while, about an hour, you decide to go back into the cabin. No one disturbed you while you sat at the bench, giving you time to think. But meeting the person you shared the cabin with was inevitable, if you didn't want to sleep outside that is, and you really wasn't eager to do that. So for the second time that day, you started walking towards cabin number 36. You pull the handle, and it was unlocked. You were sure you had locked the door after you, so you were sure your roommate was inside. And as you suspected, there, on the bed, sat a girl. She had pretty dark hue, and she was skinny, really skinny. She looked to be pretty tall, and her black, curly hair sat in a high pony tail on top of her small head. Her back was against you, so you couldn't really see her face.

You leaned against the doorframe and pushed your sidebangs behind your ears. "Sup"