In the mid summer season a young girl named Maribel was obliged to live in The Cabin of Extraordinary. She was taken to find out what it is that made her so different from the others; what made her shine from between the crowd. But she didn't know that.
The black antique Volkswagen arrived in front of The Cabin of Extraordinary, which in fact wasn't really a cabin. It was a very modern looking two floored house. Every wall in the house was pure white and the second floor's walls where mostly made of glass. It also had an open garage that was empty; no cars in sight. She found it weird how no cars were there. And even weirder how she was gonna stay there with no supervision. "Is this the place, Daddy?" She inquired, peaking her head through the driver and passenger's seat. "Yes it is, darling. The Cabin of Extraordinary." That name seemed too complex for it to be a summer camp. At least, that's what her father had explained to her.
"Sweetheart, we're going to leave you at a summer camp for what's left of the summer. We don't have much time to supervise you, plus work can't be more flexible with our schedules so, we are obligated to do this. Can you understand that?" Her father explained with much care. "I can understand, Daddy." She answered. "But I'm not a little girl anymore. I'm thirteen now." Her father chuckled and put his palm over her shoulder with a tender smile saying: "That's what you think, my darling." She pouted at that sentence. Why wouldn't he think she's not a little girl anymore? She can take care of herself. "What's the name of the camp anyways?" She asked with much intrigue. "Ah, well, the name of this amazing place is: The Cabin of Extraordinary." His smile turned brighter and his eyes filled with sparkle. How many bright memories did he make in that so-called cabin. "I see you're finally telling Maribel about her stay at the cabin." Her mother chimed, approaching her husband to rest her petite hands on his shoulders. "A cabin?" Maribel repeated. "A dirty old cabin?" Her father jerked his head at her when he heard such awful words about his beloved cabin. "Oh, no, no! That's no dirty cabin. Old? Well, yes, it's old. But never dirty! I can assure you that! It's a beautiful and elegant place where you make irreplaceable memories with many people." He remarked, a smile suddenly appearing on his thin lips. His voice suddenly started to reduce in volume to almost a whisper. "And who knows if… some of my old good friends are still there." Maribel curiously examined his face. Analyzing how his eyes were dimming and his lips parted with a semi-frown. "Well, how about we just get you ready for your stay, huh, Maribel?" Chimed, once more, her kind mother. "Yes, Mother." Maribel rose from her seat and slightly squeezed her father's shoulder, following her mother respectively to the bedroom. The eyes of her father are what smiled, for his lips were too stunned to move because of how affectionate she is when she sees it's needed. And that's what he praised and boasted most about her. How affectionate, friendly, and compassionate she is with other people when they need it the most.
"I think this will be enough for your stay at the cabin, don't you think?" Opinionated her mother with her hands on her hips, exhaustingly staring at the multiple bags she just finished packing with her daughter. "I think so." Maribel giggled delightedly.
Maribel stepped out of the car and helped her mother with the luggage. "Do you have everything, my dear?" Her mother quaked. "Yes, Mother. Everything is in order." Maribel smiled. But when she looked at the "cabin" her smile started to fade away. Her heart wasn't ready to detach from her parents yet. She wanted to stay with them than with whoever was in that house. Suddenly, she sees a sparkling figure walk across the second floor. She wasn't sure if it was just the glare of a glass object or an actual person, but she saw something. Her mother grabbed her chin and leaned close to her young one's face. "Be safe, okay? I love you, my baby." As she reminded her daughter that she is loved, she planted a sweet kiss on her forehead just to seal her words. "I love you, too." The young one smiled. "Alright, honey! Come on, let's meet the people who will be taking care of you." Excitedly spoke her father from the side of the car. He grabbed some of her luggage and strolled them over the cement up to the door. Maribel looked once more at her mother and smiled, now walking behind her father with luggage occuppying both her hands. "Can you ring the doorbell for me, please?" He pleaded, looking down at his full hands. "You think my hands are able to do that? Did you look at them, Daddy?" She wiggled her arms making him hear the sounds of luggage that decorated them. "You know what's the job of a daughter?"
"Don't say it." She commanded, rolling her eyes. With just that question she gave in and rang the doorbell. Now they waited for an answer. A person to appear in front of them to warmly welcome her to the family. The door clicked and it was flung towards the person who opened it. He wore leather clothes and he was nearly bald. He looked like was around his forties already. "Brooks?" He asked, flinging his arms towards Maribel's father. "Hawkins?" Her father replied. They started to yell as her father let go of all the luggage. Mr. Hawkins tightly hugged Mr. Brooks and even tried wrapping his leg around him. "It's been such a long time! How are you still here?" Mr. Brooks asked in pure disbelief and excitement. "Ah, I just love seeing all the extraordinary people that come this way." He stated in a friendly manner. His eyes fell upon Maribel and he sent her an inviting smile saying: "Are you going to be a new extraordinarian?" She looked at her father and looked back at him. She wasn't really sure what an "extraordinarian" was and now she really started to doubt why her presence must be here. "I believe so." She replied. "How great! And what is it that makes you so extraordinary, my dear?"
"I never thought of that." Her father put his arm over her shoulders and brung her closer to the side of his body. "She's gonna figure it out soon." He confidently told Mr. Hawkins with a smile. "Well, step inside. I'll be the one helping with your luggage now. And may I say: you brought enough." He joked. She stared at her father as he waved goodbye until he stepped in the car with her mother that also waved goodbye. She started strolling her luggage to the room Mr. Hawkins leaded to and started organizing. "This is your home now. I hope you get comfortable soon so you can meet the others. It's almost time to see them around." As he spoke he looked at his watch, showing a friendly smile to Maribel again. "I'll be ready soon. Thank you, Mr. Hawkins." She thanked, pulling clothes out of her bag and placing them in the drawers.
