Camp Rosanna (DISCONTINUED)

Chapter 2 - Stella

"Hurry up, you slowpoke! Gosh, what's taking you so long?!"

"Jeez, Stella, just gimme a minute! Not everyone's as fast as you, y'know!"

"Well, you're usually faster than this when you're excited!"

"You do know that the fact that you keep engaging in conversation with me is just making me go slower, right?"

I stopped.

"...That's true, isn't it?"

I started laughing, along with the girl I was talking to, Jaymie Mill. Jaymie is my absolute best friend. Our moms said that we've been friends since we were two months old (that's a long time!!), and we're basically inseparable. We've been in the same class every single school year, and we only live a block away from each other. I mean, sure, we have other friends too, but our friendship is more like a sisterhood.

"Alright, ready!"

Jaymie saying those two words was music to my ears. I sprang up, grabbing the last of my baggage that wasn't already in the van, and dashed to the front door, slipping on my dark grey sneakers. Just as I finish tying up the bright pink laces, Jaymie comes into the mudroom, her raven-black hair in a messy ponytail, lugging bags upon bags into the narrow doorway.

"Jay, how much did you even pack?! No wonder you were taking so long!"

"Well, we're going to be there for a month, so there's a lot to pack!"

"True enough, I guess. But, you must admit, you've always been an over-packer."

Jaymie shot me a goofy smile as her dad came and loaded sone of her bags into our giant minivan. "It runs in the family.

"I seeeeeeeee," I laughed.

After Jaymie's dad finished loading Jaymie's bags, he turned to us. "You girl's ready? Stella's dad is about to start the car."

"Ready," we chimed in complete unison, and then climbed into the car having a "jinx-off" that lasted for about five minutes (until Jaymie ran out of breath and I won). My dad has a gigantic minivan that's perfect for going places with Jaymie; it fits my parents, her parents, us and a bunch of luggage. You could even fit one more person, if they didn't wear a seatbelt.

"So," my dad began, "Are you girls excited to go to overnight camp?"

"YES," Jaymie bursted excitedly.

"Yeah! It'll be great, 'cuz we'll actually be around people with abilities like ours so we can interact with them about it! It'll be the best," I replied, then stopped to catch my breath. Ever since Jaymie and I were young, we knew that there was something different about us. Before I knew what was wrong, I'd often get myself into trouble at school telling people things that other people didn't want them to know, or that they didn't even necessarily say. They'd deny that they said anything of the sort, but I'd argue saying that I heard them loud and clear, and it would always end with one of us getting into serious trouble. My dad, who knew that it was unlike me to cause trouble at all, let alone this frequently, devised a clever test that came out explaining that I had somehow inherited the ability to read minds. After this, we spent months searching and finally finding someone that could explain the situation to us; I was born with it, and that I'm not the only one with abnormal abilities such as this. Said person also found out that I would soon receive the gift of telepathy. We were amazed.

And that's why, to this day, I can read people's minds, and move things and talk to people with nothing but mental focus.

The situation was similar for Jaymie. There were a couple times where Jaymie had gotten tied up in the trouble saying that she too had heard things the person didn't say, so my dad performed the same test on her, and came out with the same result. She's also been told that she has abnormally good hearing, even among those with better hearing than normal. So we think that's part of it too.

When we found out that we both had superpowers, we were elated beyond imagination. It was proof that we were destined to be best friends.

The car ride was long, but we all kept ourself entertained. Jaymie and I commented on parts of a certain book we were reading, random conversations were spiked up by everyone at one point, and Jaymie and I kept trying to think of new ways to make each other laugh.

Finally, FINALLY... We were there.

Camp Rosanna... I have an amazing feeling that this camp is gonna bring so many big changes into our lives.