Going to Camp (Fiction)

October 1, 2017

By: Sharena Lawson

Today is the day my parents will send me to “camp” for kids with special abilities. I heard that when kids go there they’ll either get sick or die after being there.

My name is Oliver but my parents call me Ollie. My abilities allow me to see a little bit into the future and I can bring things to life by touching them or wishing for it.

I found out I had these powers when I was four years old. I knew what I was getting for Christmas a few weeks early (there goes the surprise). My parents found out not long after.

I was alone in my room playing with my new teddy bear. I wished that I had someone to talk to and play with since my older siblings don’t like me; when all of a sudden, my bear started talking to me. I thought it was strange but I ignored it since I finally had a friend to play with.

Afterwards, we played games and I got hungry. Not thinking, I asked my bear if he could go to the kitchen and get some cookies to eat. He agreed and left. Not long after, I heard my mother and the bear scream. I looked out my door and my bear was on the floor and my mother looked at me and screamed, “Ollie did you do this!?” “Yes. I only asked him to bring me some cookies. I didn’t know he would scare you. I’m sorry.”

“Uh… Just go to your room. We’ll talk about this when your father comes home.” she said, walking away.

“Okay”, I said, taking my bear and running to my room. I knew whenever my father gets involved that it is never a good thing.

When my father came home, and he came into my room, I knew it wasn’t going to be good. He sat down next to me and said, “Do you have the ability bring your toys to life?”

“Yes. Am I in trouble?” I said.

“No, you’re not, but you’re not allowed to use your power. Understand?”

“Yes, but what if I had another ability that I can’t control?”

“And what might that be?”

“I’m able to see into the future a little bit at a time. It mostly happens on its own.” He stayed quiet for a second, then he said, “I guess that can’t be helped. Your mother and I are going to have to get you some help for your powers, okay?”

“Yes, father.”

“Now go to bed. Goodnight, Ollie.”

“Goodnight, father.”

The next day, they wouldn’t allow me to go to Pre-k anymore. As time went on, I could control my powers better. Since I can control it, I wonder why are they still sending me to camp.