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Chapter 3: Ellion “What?” I breathed, confused. “I think they said—” Jean started, but I cut in. “I know.” I waved him off. “What do you mean you can’t sort me?” Everything felt too much, kids talking around us, the wind blowing in my face, feet hitting the gravel as kids ran by us, the sound of people training, dragging their bags. West’s words kept echoing in my mind. We can’t sort you. “I’m sorry.” West said, giving me a I-Know-How-Much-This-Stinks smile. “You're wrong.” I told him, voice tight. “Y-you have to be. Everyone gets sorted.”...
Chapter 1: Ellion My entire life I waited for the summer I was 13. The summer I'd be sent off for the summer to Camp Riftwood. The summer of my life meant something. The summer I would mean something. And at last, that summer was here. “Ellian, slow down. You said you’ll write to us, right??” Mom called after me, as I walked down the stairs, heading to the door. I groaned at her question. “Mom. They have Phones y’know.” She eyed me, making me sigh, “Yes Mom. I’ll write.” She smiled, glad I was complying. “Thaila. Let the boy breathe.” My d...
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