STORY STARTER
In a fantasy world, your character is sent to a wilderness camp for troubled teens.
Camp Ridgeview Pt. 1
Am I a troubled teen? Mabey. Although βtroubledβ doesnβt _necessarily_ apply to what I am.
My parents are the living definition of βa picture of perfectionβ. Top of all their classes in college, perfect teeth, perfect smile, perfect hair, perfect personality, perfect powers, perfect everything. The _only_ thing not perfect? Me.
Their not so smart, rebellious, 14-year-old, black sheep of the familyβ the worst part? My powers.
They are healers and shielders whereas Iβm a Shade. A.k.a a darkness manipulator.
So here I am, at Ridgeveiwβ a wilderness camp for troubled teens.
My parents sent me here, thinking it would help me with whatever βphaseβ I was going through.
But itβs not a phase, itβs just me. Being myself.
Though that doesnβt seem to matter now, as I walk through the freshly polished golden gates of Ridgeveiw.
Crying, yelling, screaming, fire burning the camp cabins down, water flooding the camp ground, chaos, and clearly out-of-it mages. My first thought? Iβm not going to make it out of here alive.
Now, to my cabin, room B26.