The 39 Clues

Okay so like this is a role play for a "special" camp. The special camp is for people who have a strange power. Like maybe they could have a cool power like flying, or you're in moral danger cuz you have some unknown power etc. here's the sign up form:

Name:
Age:
Power/Talent:
Personality:
Appearance:
Other:

Heres mine:

Name: An
Age: 12
Power/talent: telekinetic powers
Personality: random, fun, smart, bookworm, not girly or a complete tomboy
Appearance: long brown hair, brown eyes, tan skin, , always wear jeans, and t-shirt 
Other : I LOVE PIE!!!!


~An Likes Pie 

Name: Rosalie, nicknamed Rose
Age: 17
Power/Talent: Can summon ice with my voice or hands, and fly with silver wings.Personality: Nice, loyal, but cold if in a bad mood. Violent at times.
Appearance; Long deep auburn hair, blue eyes flecked with gold. Pale white skin.
Other: Wears a short red dress and white lace-up boots, has a red amulet. 

Ooh... This sounds fun.

Name: Janet
Age: 13
Power/Talent: Shape shifting but only when I have my silver pendant in the shape of a Celtic tree on(I don't know that I have the power... yet)
Personality: I love to sing, play the piano and cello, I love to go outside and sit under the trees on a nice spring day, I am a nature lover girl, I am a total book worm, I love to make jokes that take a minute to get.
Appearance: Long, curly red hair; bright green eyes; slender; short; I wear rectangular glasses with a clear, plastic frame; Always wear jeans and a t-shirt with a black jacket.
Other: I know a special language that nobody else knows called |\>-</|. Yes. That's in code. I don't actually know what it says, but I'll think of something.

This sounds fun!

Name:Madi
Age:10
Power/Talent: Shapeshifter
Personality:shy, smart
Appearance:Long brown hair; brown eyes
           

Interesting...

Name: Amber

Age: 16 & 1/2

Power/Talent: ..........I'll tell later. When I figure it out.

Personality: mysterious, quiet, and unnaturally calm during dangerous situations.

Appearance: Longish blond hair (pulled back), grey eyes, tanned skin, jeans, boots, and t-shirt.

Other:    

Kasia
fourteen
Ok,Imm just a staright up ninja and super sneaky and  good with knifes. Also,my real power is I controlling fire.
hmm...ME. haha
long black hair,emerald green eyes,slim,black hoodie,ripped skinny jean,black running n stylish boots
sometimes I wear a ninja cape 

Let's start our POV's. Here's mine.

(okay I'm going to do a flashback first...


I was about 7 when it all started. I was at my dad's small pet store. Everything was fine until the little dog acted a little strange. It jumped up and down, it's eyes glowed yellow. The dog barked and gas spewed from it. "Oh no, it couldn't be happening now." my dad said. The dog disintegrated and left a scroll behind. "Jackie!" I exclaimed. My dad picked up the scroll and read it. A tear ran down his face. "Honey, let's go home, and get ready.
  I got my small bag filled with my toys to entertain me, and hopped in my dads car. "What is it dad?" I asked. My dad answered,"it's about your time to go, your almost 8, your powers are coming in, it's time." my dad drove onto the driveway, and we got off the car, and into the house. He called someone, and told me to go into my room. I put my ear on the door and I heard a little bit of my dads conversation. Most of it was muffled though. "Can-drive-camp-daughter." I heard.
   

   A few hours passed and the doorbell rang. I walked out of my room to get the door. A women was at the door and she said,"I've come to pick you up." my dad ran towards me and said,"Darling, come with the nice lady, and go use your talents for good use." I reluctantly followed the lady, and she drive me to a strange camp....

 ~An Likes Pie

Ninjas have capes?!?!?

Janet's POV:
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I walked down the sidewalk on my way to school. Everything was fine and dandy. Until IT happened. A hummer sped down the street in front of me. It sped toward me and one of the windows rolled down. The barrel of a gun poked out and started firing bullets at me. What the? I ducked and turned around, running as fast as I could back to my cul-de-sac. I ran into my house and slammed the door shut. Bullets started firing through the door and I dropped to the ground in terror. Last night I had gotten a package from my dad. It was really, really wierd because my dad had been missing for a couple months. Inside of the package was a pendant that was in the shape of a celtic tree. It was beautiful. Maybe that's what this was about...

ok,not really a cape.Its like a hooded cloak and the hood conceals my face in darkness....get it?Sota like what Anikin wore when he turned evil but before he was put in the whole suit thingy. If youve seen star wars...... 

The real question should be who hasn't seen Star Wars. But yeah, I get it now.

Hey, An!!! I'm going to join!!

 Name: Sri
 Age: 12
 Power/Talent: Can fly and is strong(not human, mostly a Maximum Ride person![books])
 Personality: Funny, tough, nice, sweet, not the person that enjoys being temepered. Radient
 Apperance: Long black hair up to waist, 13 foot white eagle like wings that fold neatly on my back.
    pale skin, pink lips, dark brown eyes. Combat boots, black khakis or jeans, colorful shirts.
 Other: Is an experiment from a lab 

@AmberTempest4, I raise my hand... I have never seen star wars before.... I never really had interest in it....



Tehe!!!
~An Likes Pie
 

Madi's POV:
I sat on the side of the road, by the ''Special bus stop''. My parents made me go to this ''Special camp'', a camp where kids with powers went. I had a shapeshifting power I could shapeshift into any small animal. When my powers came in, my parents thought my power would be to shapeshift into bigger animals. But, it didn't work. The first time I ever shapeshifted, I turned into a cute hedgehog. I'm like, are you kidding me??!! The bus came to a stop right in front of me. I was the only one at the bus stop, everyone was using their powers on the bus. But, not me. I was to embarrassed to even shapeshift. But then, the kids asked me, what is your power? I said I'm a shapeshifter. Once we got to camp, I found out I was sharing a room with someone, I wondered who it would be. Maybe another shapeshifter? I just hoped they are nice.  

Name:Primrose Holt Cahill
Age:14
Power/Talent: Speed/Agality
Personality:TOMBOY,nice,fun,random
Appearance:short black hair with punk like colors, dar brown eyes,5'1, alwayweras a tee shirt and jeans
Other:LOVES CHEESE Random!!

Name: Hydra Bridge
Age: 13
Power/Talent: Invicibility, can control water
Personality: mysterious ( a little bit ), adventorous (sp.?), smart (not a nerd!)
Appearance: long, brown hair that reaches her knees, blue eyes, pale skin, tall
Other:  Hmmmmmm........ I got nothing.

Name: Adam
Age: 11
Power: Super strechiness
Personality: Smart, Bookworm, Stratagest, Loves to travel.
Appearance: Brown hair, Blue eyes, Jeans, T-Shirts that are either red, blue, green or yellow.
Other: Great with technology. 

Name:bennett
Age:13
Power/Talent: shape-shifter,and can fly
Personality: kind, funny,a leader ,
Appearance:brown hair, shorts, leather jacket,seablue eyes, black shirt
Other: he knew his powers sence he was 8 years old

Name: Tasnie
Age: 11
Power/Talent: I can control the elements (earth, wind, water, etc. etc.) and the weather (Ha! I just blew the rest of you off the map!)
Personality: Shy, elusive, kind, and charming
Appearance: Long black hair with scarlett streaks, chocolate brown eyes, fair skin, slim, and agile figure
Other: I'd rather not tell you

Rose's POV

Everyday was the same to other people, I guess. Get up, go to school, do homework, then go to sleep. But not for me. Not for the people who have special gifts. Ever since I was a young girl, I could summon ice with my voice. Not to mention burst silver wings from my back so I could fly. It would be any other girl's dream of having. But they don't know what they're in for. Getting seperated from your family, your friends, the people who care about you. I was forced to go to a special camp since I was ten, and I haven't seen any of my family for seven years. But hopefully, I'll see them again. I'm sure I will.
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Can anyone add me in their POV? 

WHAT?!?!?! Well, there goes that theory...

Hey can I still join? If so here is my application,
 

Name: Rose Cassandra Wellington but everybody calls me Cass (lol since there is already a Rose :p) Age: 14
Power/Talent: Has amazing hearing, and like perfect pitch so if you give me an istrument I can copy any sound I hear. And I can mimick anyones voice. Also I can fly by like controling the wind. 
Personality: Friendly, bubbly (or so my friend says), Funny, kind of a pranker(usually with mimicking), very smart, natural leader
Appearance: Long, curly, golden brown hair. Curled to perfection. Bright blue eyes, perfect smile(thanks to braces). Always has make up on. Tall 5'10". Normally wears skirts or shorts when it is warm with cute floral tank tops, or fitted tees. When its cold she just wears jeans and nice sweaters.
Other: I love riding, and could i be like a director of one of the cabins?

Rosie 

Name: Eva
Age: 15
Power/Talent: Can talk to animals and summon water
Personality: Mischevous, adventurous
Appearance: Black braid, tan skin, freckles, dark green eyes
Other: Has a pet kitten (^_^)

I sat by a lake, watching seagulls fly by. It was too peaceful a day for what was about to happen. A seagull swooped down next to me and said, "Gimme a taco!" I jumped back. "Give you a what?" It seemed like the bird rolled its eyes. "Taco! Taco! Crust, meat, sauce and greens! Taco! Taco!" I stood up. Suddenly, the water in the lake boiled over and drowned the bird. I stared at my sweating palms. Who am I? I wondered.

Hydra's POV:

    I was brought to this special camp 4 years ago. The exact day of my birthday. Ever since I was small, as long as I can remember, I have been able to be invisible and control the water, any kind of water. My parents, who were concerned about my powers, brought me to this "Special Camp" for people who had powers like me. At first, I was excited, I mean, people called me a freak. Even the teachers. But as I continued to stay in the "Special Camp", I have been lonelier. My family. I have been seperated from them. They would probably have a good time and I'm stuck in a camp. They never bothered to give me a letter, a present on my birthday, even on Christmas. That's when I learned a lesson. I was never loved by my family.

I know that it was short, but I had no other idea. :| 

An's POV Back to the present....

   I have been at camp for 5 years now. Now I'm 12, but I don't have any friends. telekinetic powers are apparently "abnormal." this is a special camp for crying out loud! It's suppose to be a place for special people. I got a little thirsty and reached for my bottle of bottle. Iwas feeling lazy, and I didn't want to get off if my seat, and walk up, grab the bottle bottle, walk back again! And then sit down again. [Man I sound lazy!] 
 So today was a normal day... Ish.... A lot of people were using their powers, Like a girl with long black hair was flying with 13 feet wings, another girl with emerald eyes was having a barbecue, with her hands! My powers compared to theirs is lame. All I can do is make thing move with my mind. Ooh ahh so amazing.  This girl with auburn hair and pale skin walked up to me.
  "Not having fun at camp right?" I nodded, "I miss my dad, he hasn't been contacting me for about a year now." "It's okay, you're not alone." she said. "So umm who are you?" I asked. "oh sorry! How rude I am not to introduce myself! My name is Rose, yours?" I introduced myself to Rose. Finally a friend I can talk to! Maybe I won't be all alOne for my whole life. Then she asked me,"SO what's your power?" "Telekinetic powers, what's yours?" "I can summOn ice."
   See what I mean?! Everyone has a cool ability and mine is just telekinetic powers!



~An Likes Pie 

phenix here i might join later

Tasnie's POV

 I stared at the sky wondering who my parents where, I'd been stuck at this camp since I was 2 when I had accidently set my older sister on fire, I don't even remember her name. I cluck my tongue and the clouds in the sky almost immediantly dissappear I sigh it's nice to be able to do that change the weather to fit you mood, but it always gets me marked for who I am. I raise up my hand and a mini tornado spins like a vaccum in it. I always wondered what it would be like to normal. Normal, a foreign concept to me. Oh well I've found a family here at camp, nothing can hurt me, but of course I'm wrong...

~Tasnie 

Cool, you (kid of) added me in your POV!

   Sri
 
 I twirled in the sky. I gotta say, all of these years practicing made me invincible.
 When I reached to the farthest I can reach to the sky, I tucked in my wings and
 headed head-first toward the ground. I feel like fire is coming off of the tips of
 my wings. Cool, right?
  I looked up and saw two girls talking, I can make out Rose easily. But the other
 one is pretty new. So....what the heck. Let's do this.
 I unfurled my wings and flapped toward them. The new girl was surprised from a sudden
 drop at the ground next to her. I stood up and shook my wings feeling a bit relaxed.
  I smiled at her, "Hiya!" I turned to Rose, "What up Rose-bud," I grinned.
 Rose waved hi and grinned back. I turned to the new girl, "Yeah, so i'm Sri. I go
 to this camp for the past couple of years, so I aint that new," I smiled nervously, "But
 I never seen you before. I'm the type who makes friends fast, so speaking of friends
 what's your name? And power?" I asked. The girl smiled back, all the shock and surprise
 away from her eyes(Ryhme!!!), "I'm An, and i'm telekinitic(SP?),"
   I blinked and smiled, "I can fly with my wings, and i'm super strong for a reguler human,"
 An smiled with me. "So, Sri," Rose started, "How was the year?"
 I groaned, "Horrible, sister. I mean, really," I smiled, "Everone was so acting up on me
 in gym like 'why didn't you change to a tank top?'. And from these freakies"-I wiggled my
 wings-"I cant change into a tanktop at tank top day or whatever it's called." I rolled my eyes,
 "Sometimes I just hate it that I have wings. I mean it's pretty dang cool I can fly and all... but
 really it sometimes gets on my nerves," I crossed my arms.
   I looked at An, "What about you?" I asked. She bit her lower lip, "Um,"

 You can continue An. 

An and Rose (aka Madelin) Can I put u guys in my pov? You wont be in the first one I post, but you will be in the next one! Thanks,

Rosie(aka Cass) 

The first memory I can recall is a weekend my brothers and I spent at our grandmothers mantion on the beach. Well you see, my parents never really listened to classical music, so I had never been exposed enough, or so that is what a few specialists had said. Others had said that my ears hadn't developed enough. So at my grandmothers "hous"the weekend before my third brithday, was when my "ear" fullly developed, which by me is very contraversial because nw at fourteen I can do som much more. But I'm getting off track again... So back to the story.      Grandmother only listened to classical music, that day she was listening to a piano concherto by Chapin. I don't remember this part very well, but later when I asked about it, grandmother said that I sat so still, like I was drinking it in she claimed. And I knew that part was true, because I still do it. She then said I looked over at the piano, staring at it I went over and touched a few of the key like I was gettign oriented  grandmother had said. Then my little almost tree year old hands started to play the exact song she had heard, with a few minor problems here and there for , my hand s were small. I do rmember what I said when I was done playing though. "Thats a pwetty song, Gwandmov ver!" I remember her staring at me, with her mouth hanging open. My words brought her out fot he trance. She looked at me, smiled a nervous smile, and told me, " Yes love, it is. Now fun along and find your brothers!"  "Ok Gwandmover!"      So this all might be a little confusing to anyone who isn't a musician. So at the age of three, I have the "perfect ear" which pretty much mean I have perfect pitch. This allows me to play any sound I hear. Rachmaninoff's hardest pieces or the latest pop song. You name it, I can play it. I excell at piano, but I can play any instrument well . So on goes my story...      As soon as my parent found out they signed me up with the best teacher they coud find. By the time I was four I was reading level five sheet music, and composing orchestras. Now your probably thinking this is pretty strange., but this kind of thing does happen occationally, I mean, think about Mozart? But trust me this isn't where my "special" skills end.      My mther heard me singing one of the songs I had heard on the radio.  She had said I had the 'voice of an angel'. So my already buys schedule, at four and a ahalf years old, came to include singing liessons. After abouta  month of singing lessons, they found out tat I could mimic anyones voice. A coouple weeks beore my siths birthday, my parents were talking about Juliard. I was so excited.  I was gointo start in the fall, everything was settled, or so I thought.      The day after my sixth brithday, I was messing around with my brothers on our fourth stroy balcony. They had couble dog dared me to balance on the railing... they had me convinced that something horrible would happen if I didn't. Looking back now, this on thing had changed my whole lif. If they would have never dared me and If the wind had neer made me fall, i might never had ended up here at comap. Ugh, I'm getting off track agian...    So as I said, I fell. As I started falling down the four story to a very hard, brick patio, the only thought on  m mind was, 'no I am NOT going to di' ten with one tory left to fall I squeezedmy eyes shut , and willed myself tnot to fall. Then when around five seconds later I dan't hit the gorund, I opened my eyes and I saw that I was hovering about two feet off the ground.
   I was a little off balance, ut trying come thing out I thought to myself, balance. And then just like that I was balanced. By brothers came crashing down the staris, and opened the door. I couldn see the tears in their eyes, they thought I woul ddie. Bt when they saw e teys stopped dead in their tracks and look at me in deisbeleif. Matt, the oldest at fifteen was teh first to come out of the shock. He yelled fr Mother. A few seconds later she came funning to the door asking, "What dear? You konw i'm bus-" she cut off mid owrd as she saw me. "Goood Lord!" she cried. Then she turned to Joe, hte younger, older brotherat thirteen." god and get your father Joe!" when he didn't move, she tourched his shoulder. The touch brought him out of it, he jumped and looked at her.
"What?" He asked
"Go get your father. Tell him its urgent!"Joe took off running, then mother was talking to me, "Honey, don't move, od?"
"Yea mommy. but what exactly is happening to me?"
"I don't know, but Daddy's coming and he will know!" I smiled at her.
In my innocense I didn't know the evil lurking in the man I called 'daddy', and I also didn't know how true the next words I spoke really were. "Daddy can fix anything!" Just then we heard feet crashing down the steps. My father, Mark, appeared in the door way, looking worried. He acted quickly thoug, he reached out his hand to pick me up. But when his findgers came about an inch away form me, he drew them back quickly. 
"Ow" He cried. Then he told me, "Dear, can you come to me?" I willed myself to the ground, then ran and jumped into hsi arms. I burst into tears.
"Daddy! Whats wrong with me!?"
"Nothing sweet, your just special."Looking back now, at those words that brought me so much comfort, I remember his cold expression. The way when he said 'special' , it was like he was holding a dirty rag (which I think that man never did in his life time), just like he couldn't wait to dispose of that 'special' dirty rag, aka. yours truely, moi!
   So by now I am sure your are wondering, who is this girl who has perfect ears? Who can fly just by telling herself she can? Well my real name, the name I was born with is Rose Wellington. And yes... I know the first thought that popped up in your nice little head, your saying to yourself right now,"She can't possibly be talking about THE Wellingtons!?" And the answer to that question would be... Drum roll please!... Yes, THE Wellington. My father is none other than, the President of the United States of America! And, And! He's filthy rich, and VERY handsome to boot. Also you are probably thinking, "But the Wellingotns daughter died when she was six." And in a way thats true, Rose Wellington does not exist anymore, well to anyone but me that is... and my brothers.
    But in another way it is a complete lie, This 'special' little six year old went to a 'special' school for 'special' people like her. It's a HUGE National secret, so I can't tell you where it is. "But!" you might be asking, "There was a funeral and everything!" And I am telling you, funerals are easy to fake. But me here talking to you, that isn't! Well and no one but my 'family' knows my true name. My name now is Cassandra Adams. So you know the President's dirty little secret. They disowned me a few days after we found out about my capability to manipulate wind. He was running for the Senate when we found out about this wonderful piece of news, even then he was planning on running for president. He couldn't have a scandal like this ruining his campain!
   So my Mother and Father disowned me, created a lie, and never talked about me again. Claiming that the, and I quote, "the tragic death of our daughter is too painful to talk about." Of course, they threw in some croccodile tears for good measure, and voila! Everyone forgot about me!
   But as awful as my story sounds, there is a little bit of light in it. My brothers couldn't just say good bye to me like that. They kept in touch my letters. Now Matt is twenty-three, married and has a beautiful baby girl named Rosie. I know! It brings tears to my eyes too. And Joe, well Joe is doing the rich, defiant bachelor thing, he's doing a very good job of embaressing my 'parents'. I don't talk about them anymore. They were the ones who decided they didn't want to know, so why should I even acknowledge them?

                                                                         ~~~ Now ~~~

    When I finished writing this, (the above), I burst into tears. I hate my parents, and I miss my brothers. And my grandmother is dead. After I cried myself out, I sat staring at the wall for I don't know how long until a know broke through my trance. I got up, looked in the mirror quickly. I really didn't look that bad, I mean, fifteen minutes ago I was balling my eyes out! Then I walked over and opened up the door.  

 

Hey sorry about the first post, I submitted it by accident when I was going back through it to edit it! So just ignore the first one... cause it is really unedited... LOL So here is                                                
                                                                                      ~~~ Cass's POV ~~~     
     The first memory I can recall is a weekend my brothers and I spent at our grandmothers mansion on the beach. Well you see, my parents never really listened to classical music, so I had never been exposed enough, or so that is what a few specialists had said. Others had said that my ears hadn't developed enough. So at my grandmothers 'house' the weekend before my third brithday, was when my ear fully developed, which by me is very contraversial [sp] because now at fourteen I can do so much more. But I'm getting off track again... So back to the story.
       Grandmother only listened to classical music, that day she was listening to a piano concherto[sp] by Chopin. I don't remember this part very well, but later when I asked about it, grandmother said that I sat so still, like I was drinking it in she claimed. And I knew that part was true, because I still do it. When it was over, she then said I looked over at the piano, staring at it I went over and touched a few of the key like I was gettign oriented. I still do this also. Then my little, almost, three year old hands started to play the exact song she had heard, with a few minor problems here and there for, my hands were small. I do remember what I said when I was done playing though. "Thats a pwetty song, Gwandmover!" I remember her staring at me, with her mouth hanging open. My words brought her out fot he trance. She looked at me, smiled a nervous smile, and told me. 
  " Yes love, it is. Now run along and find your brothers!" 
  "Ok Gwandmover!" 
      So this all might be a little confusing to anyone who isn't a musician. So at the age of three, I have the "perfect ear" which pretty much mean I have perfect pitch. This allows me to play any sound I hear. Rachmaninoff's hardest pieces or the latest pop song. You name it, I can play it. I excell at piano, but I can play any instrument well . So on goes my story... 
      As soon as my parent found out they signed me up with the best teacher they coud find. By the time I was four I was reading level five sheet music, and composing orchestras. Now your probably thinking this is pretty strange, but this kind of thing does happen occationally[sp], I mean, think about Mozart? But trust me this isn't where my 'special' skills end. 
      One day, my mother heard me singing one of the songs I had heard on the radio.  She had said I had the 'voice of an angel'. So my already busy schedule, at four and a half years old, came to include singing lessons. After about a month of singing lessons, they found out that I could mimic anyones voice.

    Then a couple weeks beore my sixths birthday, my parents were talking about Juliard. I was so excited.  I was gointo start in the fall, everything was settled, or so I thought. 
      The day after my sixth brithday, I was messing around with my brothers on our fourth stroy balcony. They had double dog dared me to balance on the railing... they had me convinced that something horrible would happen if I didn't. Looking back now, this one thing had changed my whole life. If they would have never dared me and If the wind had never made me fall, I might never had ended up here at camp. Ugh, I'm getting off track agian...
     So as I said, I fell. As I started falling down the four stories to a very hard, brick patio, the only thought on my mind was, 'no I am NOT going to die' then with one story left to fall I squeezed my eyes shut, and willed myself not to hit the ground. Then when around five seconds later I didn't hit the ground, I opened my eyes and I saw that I was hovering about two feet off the brick sidewalk.

   I was a little off balance, but trying something out I thought to myself, balance. And then just like that I was balanced. By brothers came crashing down the staris, and opened the door. I could see the tears in their eyes, they thought I was dead. But when they saw  me they stopped dead in their tracks and look at me in disbelief.

   Matt, the oldest at fifteen was the first to come out of the shock. He yelled for Mother. A few seconds later she came running to the door asking, "What dear? You konw i'm bus-" she cut off mid word as she saw me. "Good Lord!" she cried. Then she turned to Joe, the younger, older brother, thirteen years old at the time. "Go and get your father Joe!" when he didn't move, she touched his shoulder. The touch brought him out of it, he jumped and looked at her.

"What?" He asked

"Go get your father. Tell him its urgent!" Joe took off running. Then mother was talking to me, "Honey, don't move, okay?"

"Yea mommy, but what exactly is happening to me?"

"I don't know, but Daddy's coming and he'll know!" I smiled at her.

In my innocence[sp] I didn't know the evil lurking in the man I called 'daddy', and I also didn't know how true the next words I spoke really were. "Daddy can fix anything!" Just then we heard feet crashing down the steps. My father, Mark, appeared in the door way, looking worried. He acted quickly though, he reached out his hand to pick me up. But when his findgers came about an inch away form me, he drew them back quickly. Turns out... When I am hovering, or whatever the technical term is, I have this kind of force field around me. 

"Ow" He cried. Then he told me, "Dear, can you come to me?" I willed myself to the ground, then ran and jumped into hsi arms. I burst into tears.

"Daddy! Whats wrong with me!?"

"Nothing sweet, your just... special." Looking back now, at those words that brought me so much comfort, I remember his cold expression. The way when he said 'special' , it was like he was holding a dirty rag (which I think that man never did in his life time), like he just couldn't wait to dispose of that 'special' dirty rag, aka. yours truely, moi!

   So by now I am sure your are wondering, who is this girl who has perfect ears? Who can fly just by telling herself she can? Well my real name, the name I was born with is Rose Wellington. And yes... I know the first thought that popped up in your nice little head, what your saying to yourself right now, "She can't possibly be talking about THE Wellingtons!?" And the answer to that question would be... Drum roll please!... Yes, THE Wellingtons. My father is none other than, The President of the United States of America! And, And! He's filthy rich, and VERY handsome to boot. Also you are probably thinking, "But the Wellingotns daughter died when she was six." And in a way thats true, Rose Wellington does not exist anymore, well to anyone but me that is... and my brothers.

    But in another way it is a complete lie, This 'special' little six year old went to a 'special' school for 'special' people like her. It's a HUGE National secret, so I can't tell you where exacly it is. But I can say it is on a nice little island! "But!" you might be asking, "There was a funeral and everything!" And I am telling you, funerals are easy to fake. But me here talking to you, that isn't! Well and no one but my 'family' knows my true name. My name now is Cassandra Adams. Also known as Cass.

   So you now know the President's dirty little secret. They disowned me a few days after we found out about my capability to manipulate wind. He was running for the Senate when we found out about this wonderful piece of news, even then he was planning on running for president. He couldn't have a scandal like this ruining his campain! My Mother and Father disowned me, created a lie, and never talked about me again. Claiming that the, and I quote, "the tragic death of our daughter is too painful to talk about." Of course, they threw in some croccodile tears for good measure, and voila! Everyone forgot about me!

   But as awful as my story sounds, there is a little bit of light in it. My brothers couldn't just say good bye to me like that. We kept in touch through letters. Now Matt is twenty-three, married and has a beautiful baby girl named Rosie. He sent me a picture, and she is like a piece of Heaven. I know! It brings tears to my eyes too. And Joe, well Joe is doing the rich, defiant bachelor thing, he's doing a very good job of embaressing[sp] my 'parents'. I don't talk about them anymore. They were the ones who decided they didn't want to know, so why should I even acknowledge them?

                                                                         ~~~ Now ~~~

    When I finished writing this, (the above), I burst into tears. I hate my parents, and I miss my brothers. And my grandmother is dead. After I cried myself out, I sat staring at the wall for I don't know how long until a know broke through my trance. I got up, looked in the mirror quickly. I really didn't look that bad, I mean, fifteen minutes ago I was balling my eyes out! Then I walked over and opened up the door.  

Ok I know this is long, but once I started writing I just couldn't stop! LOL So, please, let me know what you think! All the spelling and grammar isn't perfect, but please give me a get out of jail free card this time... Its really late! Like 1:00 AM kind of late, or do we call that really early? :p

Rosie

 

Hey Janet! Do you want to be roomies? Since were both musical and everything?

Eva, Hydra, Rose, And An--- Could we be friends?

At everyone! Who wants to be in my next POV's? Just let me know! And I was thinking since I have been here for a while, that I kind of know everyone and I am one of the camp directors or something like that? You know, like I'm incharge of helping everyone get settled.

An~~~ please let me know if that is ok? And Do we share cabins or do we each get one of our own? I was thinking, that we get like mini cabins? And that there are like two people to a cabin? And, where exactly is the camp? On an Island, that would be my vote, a tropical island thingy, where our cabins are like tree houses? That would be pretty awsome! Or like in the woods somewhere? And... how new are you? In one pov it said you were here for four years, and in another it had said you just arrived? I know there are alot of questions! But I was just wondering,

Rosie (Cass) 

@Rosie: Sure thing! :D  

can someone put me in their pov. pleae?

@Sri, I'll continue it later.

@Rosie (or cass), I would love to be in your next POV,you can be a camp director if you want. Yes it's okay. About three per cabin, you get to pick who you wanna stay with. I think it'll be cool if the camp is on a tropical island like Hawaii! My first one was a flashback. The second one is set in the present. And yes, that is a lot if questions. Now I have a bunch of answers.



~An Likes Pie 

Kasias POV

I stood ontop of the buildings roof. I wore black so I couldnt be seen.Nimbley,I ran jumping unto a lower building then I jumped unto a dumpster.I ran through the streets like a shadow.They were after me.They wanted to use me as an expiriment to see what they could d with my powers.But they would have to catch my first.It would be nearly impossible for anyone but them.I left no finger prints and no evidence.I move swift and silently like a deadly gas.Somehow though they still manage to find me So I go to the only place that I knew was safe.The camp that mother wanted me to go to long ago.....


can someone add me in their povs pls? 

I wanna change my power. My power is I can control metals.



      

 I thought about the roleplay's and I think it would be cool if we like do a quest or something, I'm not sure what the quest would be, any ideas?

An's POV

  I stared at the 13 feet winged girl whose name is Sri. "Umm..." I managed to say. "Well, for 5 years, I haven't been doing much. No one really spoke to me. And, my life seems.... boring." Sure it was kinda cool to be able to move things with your mind, and reads someone's mind. But, compared to everyone else's it pretty lame here at camp.
   Sri frowned,"Oh, I'm sorry your life hasn't been all great and all. But life's still young! Live life! Stand out, speak for yourself, introduce yourself to other campers, and I'm sure you'll have a blast!" she said. I smiled, she's nice, very nice. I looked up at the sky, the sunny day turned cloudy all of a sudden. The clouds weren't a natural gray, no, they were a dark purple. I checked the time, it was only 5:00 P.M. It shouldn't be this dark.

  All of a sudden I got a headache. I took a deep breath in. "Somethings not right guys." I told Sri and Rose. They nodded as they stared at the sky. "Should we get inside?" I nodded, and ran inside my cabin with Rose. Sri flew instead. When Sri got to the door, she folded her wings so she can walked through.
"Should we be scared?" Sri asked as she brushed her wings with her fingers.
Rose nodded,"Something really strange is going on, the camp director said that we shouldn't be able to see the weather outside pass the forcefield which protects us."
 
  My headache got worse, so I rubbed my forehead. "You okay An?" Sri and Rose asked in unison. I nodded, trying to ignore the headache. "I'm going to get some water. Anyone want some?" "No thanks." Rose said. Sri simply shook her head no.
  I walked towards my mini fridge in my room. I would've use my telekinetic powers to get it, but my head is pretty bad. I opened the small fridge and a note fell out. The note said: Tell your friends to come to the counseler's (sp?) office now! You come too.

  I stuffed the note in my pocket, and got a bottle of water, and walked to my friends. "Hey guys, do you know who wants us in the counseler's office?" I asked showing them the note.



~An Likes Pie

Name:Eric
Age:13
 Power/Talent:Can control plants and make them grow faster/slower if I want.
 Personality: shy towards unfamiliar people but strong while fighting and with familiar people.
 Appearance: black hair, tall, slender, and dark brown eyes
Other:none