I turned to the entrance of the camp. According to my parents I was spending my entire summer here.

The kids looked terrifying. I hid my hands behind my back, and tried not to let my anxiety take control.

Too late.

My hands were shaking, and I knew what would happen now. I ducked as a small tree branch flew past me and landed on the cement with a loud crack.

Everyone stared at me.

One very intimidating kid looked me up and down and laughed.

How could I have been here? Many people were wondering that, even myself, but I couldn’t show it. I would probably be hiding in a tree the whole time. I noticed one of the intimidating kids walking towards me. He had the glowing gold symbol of a clock on his face.

Time.

Of course his power was time. Of all the things.

I hadn’t even gotten my symbol yet, things just flew across the room whenever I got nervous. That’s probably why my parents sent me here.

The boy had short-cropped brown hair, and an evil gleam in his gold-brown eyes. I wasn’t exactly sure what his time power specified in. It could’ve been slowing time, speeding up time, traveling in time, or even stopping it altogether.

Most people with time powers ended up being criminals, that’s why they terrified me so much. He sized me up, and I knew what would happen. Most likely a black eye. The worst? A broken bone.

Another kid intervened. He had short, curly blond hair, and a red symbol burned from his neck up the side of his face, stopping at his eye. Usually the symbols were invisible, but when you were ready to use your power or were worked up, they showed up again.

I had heard tales of how people had gotten theirs. Sometimes it felt like it was being burned in, sometimes you couldn’t feel it at all. It really depended on your skill.

I had very dark red hair that reached to my waist, (sometimes people would mistake it for brown), and dark, icy blue eyes. I was wearing a white shirt with ruffle sleeves, and baggy jeans with my yellow lace-up Vans.

The boy with blond hair was just inches away from me. “Don’t make me get Ms. Harley again Adacus.” He looked serious enough, but I could tell he was trying hard not to smile.

“Yeah Fartwinkle.” Another kid began to laugh.

The blond kid just ignored him. He and Adacus had a staring contest until Adacus just waved his hand in the air. “C’mon guys, we can do better.” More than half the crowd followed him, the rest just gave me weird looks then left.

The blond kid turned to me and smirked. There it was. He held out his hand. “I’m Leonard _Farwinkle_, not what they said.” I could tell he got that a lot.

“I’m Cedar Dedri,” I shook his hand. “And I know.” Leonard laughed. “I’ve never heard of your name before. _Cee-dar._” I laughed. How was this guy not more popular. “Follow me, I have some friends I want you to meet.” He grabbed my arm and lead me through the pavilion.