My Keeper "Luke Hemmings"

Chapter 1- Introduction

*Elaine's pov*

They've always asked me questions, for as long as I can remember actually.

"What's your favorite hobby? Favorite food? Favorite color?"

They were simple at first. But after I turned 13 they became weird and frankly, uncomfortable.

"What pleasures you? Where do you like and not like to be touched? What's your perfect date?"

But I understood nothing after my sister, Kate, came back from 'Mature Camp'.

In this city we have a way that the kids in the community learn things; so my mom says.

She protects me from a lot of things but the camps we have, well she can't.

My names Elaine Weston. I'm 16 now and have 2 siblings. My older sister Kate is 19, and my younger sister grace is 12. My parents don't do anything to fancy. My moms a lawyer and my dad works in a office, see not that awesome.

There are 3 camps here in our city. "Kids camp; 6-12," "Mature camp; 13-18," and "R.W camp;16-20."

No ones allowed to talk about the camps when they get back. If you went your just known as a 'G.E' as in gifted education. The kids that come back are more poised and behaved. It's weird honestly.

It works like this. Everyone ages 5-20 get there names put in this small ball and the balls are in a bigger ball that gets shaken around. The Major picks 10 boys and girls that gets to go to these camps. They pick 2 times a year.

Truth is, I technically know what happens in every camp expect one.

Kids camp is supposed to be strict but still fun. Your taught manners and being nice and stuff. Grace got to go when she was 9. She said she flew on a plane to some place and had a roommate and everything.

R.W stands for Real World and so that means it's 'Real World camp'. My mom once told me on accident that she was so lonely until she met my dad there. Your left alone and have to decide what to do with only 300 dollars. Which is pretty cool to me, you meet new people,and do whatever you want.

I've just never heard about Mature Camp. My mom or dad wasn't picked, but my sister Kate was. I try so hard to get it out of her but she won't spill. She seemed strange when she got back and I saw a bruise on her back when she arrived home.

Since then I thought Mature camp was bad.

My curiosity gets the best of me and I often want to get a letter in the mail saying I was picked for a camp. But I never do. Which sucks. My older and younger sister have both gotten picked for different camps and I haven't even gotten to go to one.

Oh well, my mom seems to like that I haven't but I wonder why? She was excited for me when I wanted the kids camp and now she won't even listen to me talk about the other ones.

I'm just not the lucky kind. I have the worst luck.

I just hope that one day it changes.