Camp Rosanna (DISCONTINUED)

Chapter 1 - Danni

Camp Rosanna.

I'm staring at the words on the sign, starting to now really hate my life. Why am I even here? I don't need to go to some place where magical freaks are gonna run around "channeling their inner powers" or whatever. I'm not like them. I'm normal. Sure, I can make it windy whenever I want, and I can make little tornadoes with my hands. But really, if I do much more than that, I'm dizzy for the rest of the day, so it's not like I really need to go to this place, where a big deal is going to be made out of it. I hate it when people give me strange looks or call me "different." I'm just as human as any of them! I've spent my whole life trying to show people that, and now it seems like all that time's been wasted. When people hear that I've gone to "Camp Rosanna," I'll have to start all over.

Mom parks the car in this giant clearing, which narrows into multiple paths. One of the paths leads to a giant porch-patio area, which leads to doors into a giant wooden building. There's a responsible-looking woman with glasses and a clipboard standing on the elevated wooden porch. Her hair is black and comes down to her shoulders, kind of coming out a bit at the ends.

Mom, Dad and I exited the car, and while Dad got my bags out of the trunk, Mom and I went over to the lady.

"Hello," she greeted upon seeing us. "Your last name?"

"Thompson," My mom replied swiftly. I rolled my eyes. She must not know that I can speak for myself. Besides, Mom kept her maiden name; it's not like her last name is Thompson.

The woman scanned through the list and quickly found my name. "Ah, are you Daniella?"

"Danni," I corrected her moodily.

"Okay, Danni," she replied, not even scolding me for not "watching my tone" or even acknowledging that I hadn't done so. People who do that always shock me a bit. "I'm Sandra, and I'm the Head Councellor here at the camp. We're pleased to have you."

Sandra outstretched her hand, and I hesitantly took it. She shook my hand with a firm grasp, then gazed at me concentratedly. "An Elemental, I presume?"

I widened my eyes at her, my expression filled with shock and a bit if fright. "What the heck?! How did you know that?! That's really creepy! Mom, tell her that she's being creepy."

I whipped my head around to face my mom, expecting her to back me up, but she just gave Sandra an impressed look. I gave a loud, annoyed sigh. There's my mom for you.

"Okay, Danni, you're in Cabin 3, and your councellor's name is Rose," Sandra informed me. She then turned to face a young man that looked about her age, and he had neat brown hair and one of those faces that upon looking at it, you can immediately tell that he has a good sense of humor. "Andrew here is our Medic, and his cabin is located just across from yours. He'll take care of your baggage for you."

Just as I was about to sarcastically ask how he was going to do that, considering the fact that it took the three of us just to get the baggage in the car, Andrew flicked his hand upwards, and my bags were obediently hoisted into the air, and as he started walking, the bags levitated themselves to follow him. I grimaced. I'm gonna be stuck with a group of abnormal hobos like him for an entire month. This is gonna be a complete waste of half my summer.

"Danni, you can just head into the lounge room, and Rose will be in there," Sandra informed me. "You can get to know your cabin mates, if you'd like. Your parents still have some forms that they have to fill out."

"Thanks," I grumbled absentmindedly, knowing for sure that that was what I wasn't going to do. Before I went in, Mom and Dad came up to me so they could say their farewells.

And abandon me in this crazy place.

"Bye, Danni," Mom said hugging me. "Have a great time!"

"We'll miss you," Dad said, giving me a small hug. "You'll enjoy yourself, I just know it."

I gave a small smile, something I don't do often. There was always something about the way Dad says things that strikes me, no matter how many times Mom basically says the same thing. And whenever I need a true friend, he always seems to be just there whenever I need him. See, this is why I have a better relationship with my dad than with my mom.

They got into the car, and they drove away. I saw the black SUV getting smaller and smaller as it rolled slowly off into the distance.

I want to be in that car. I don't want to be here.

I made a face.

I want to be normal. I want to fit in. Why can't people see me for who I am?

I sighed. It was a long sigh. Well, maybe people here will have an easier time doing that... But that's not what I want. Not with these people. I don't belong here.

Another sigh from me. I hate my life.

However forcing myself for about the trillionth time that I'm just gonna have to accept the way I was made, I slowly and resentfully walked up to the lounge doors, gave them a hard push (making the air around me suddenly colder - stupid Wind powers), and walked in.