Destined To Be

1: daddy issues

The year is 2018, my father has finally decided to send me off to a camp for misfortunate kids. I sat on the bus reading and listening to music. it was already 30 minutes late to drop us off at the camp. I didn't want to go here, but my father made the decision I needed some alone time from him, and he needed rehab. He was a drinker, which made it really hard for me to live with him. That didn't make him a bad man, it just made him incompetent.

The bus finally stops at a huge Silver Gate. They obviously knew what they were doing when they put it there. The gate opens, making me realize there's a person sitting in the booth opening it for people to leave and enter. It made it seem like this was a prison in prison. Take me home Lord.

I've grown up in the streets of Manhattan. I don't go to school like the other kids, however I am super intelligent from what I can tell. I can do my multiplication up to times sixteens and I'm incredible at writing. I teach myself at home in my room with the laptop I had received from a charity event for homeless kids. I am not a homeless kid, nor is my dad. I just look like one, so they really did believe it when they saw me in my ripped clothes and unwashed hair.

I work part-time at a clothing shop near my house. I spend my money earnings on water bills and the electricity for my house since my dad can't pay. I buy us dinner almost every night, but since I'm a vegetarian I always have to get myself a more expensive meal, so I work extra hours if I want to treat myself. I am only 15 and it seems like I have lived an entire life longer than the average person.

The bus stops on the long gravel road. There are people waiting outside of the bus holding signs with our cabin names. They call out our maiden names at the front of the bus, as well as the group we're in. I sit there waiting for my name to be called. In a matter of time it is and I walk off the bus with my backpack in my book. I received my luggage from the bus driver and wheel it over to the sign that says shooting stars. A male with orange hair is holding it up and he smiles at me.

"Are you Ellie?!" He exclaimed. I smile and nod.

"Yeah. Hi." He shakes my hand.

"I'm Luke, one of your counselors for the summer. I can take your luggage and you can follow me to the cabin! Since you're a bit late you're going to have to unpack after dinner."

I walked with him up to the cabin, the one named the shooting stars. Seems like a special place, it was like a house. With one room where we all slept, but a kitchen and a common area where we could laugh and talk
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"So in this room is where everybody hangs out before dinner. That room is the kitchen, that room is the counselor's bunks, and this here, is where you all sleep." Luke opens the door and walks me over to a bottom bunk.

"Lay your stuff there. Come meet everyone."

I drop my stuff on an empty bottom bunk and follow him into the big common room. 9 teenagers look up at me, confused and smiling. There is a pool table, a pin ball machine and a bunch of couches.

"This is Ellie guys. Be nice." Luke says. He walks out of the room in a quick second, leaving me to be devoured.

"Hi." I say, waving awkwardly.

A pretty girl with long brown hair walks up to me. " Hi, I'm Layla. I like your name."

I smile at her and shake her cold hand.

A boy wearing a red beanie and beige khaki shorts walks up to me and says, "hi. I'm Aiden, I'm sure you've heard a lot about me. I'm the hottie of the group." He kisses his bicep and chuckles.

I shudder with a little laugh. Two other girls sit on the couch painting their nails. They don't bother to talk to me, they just look and decide I'm not their friend. "Oh, that's Quinn and Bailey. They're painting their nails." Layla explains.