Chelsea lay back on the dock and happily bathed in the warm sunlight. She was so happy to be here for two months, two months was the longest she had spent in one place for what seemed like forever. Why had Angelica gone and gotten her self married? It made everything oh so much more difficult. Plus her new husband didn't even know their secret. Chelsea had spent the last year being shipped off to boarding schools and educational camps. None of which lasted longer than a month without her getting expelled or having to leave, for a variety of reasons including floods, fire and disappearing roofs... Chelsea knew that it was normal for Legacies to start appearing around her age, but were there usually this many? Were they usually this out of control? Chelsea's life hadn't felt remotely 'ordinary' for a year. And ordinary for her was not at all 'ordinary'. That's why she was thrilled to be back at Camp Lakeview. Camp was the only place where she felt normal, and she needed a dose of normal right now. It was only her first day and she already felt calmer. She was a day early so her friends weren't here yet. She smiled fondly as she remembered her first year when the girls in cabin 3c thought she was a spoiled brat, she had proved that wrong...eventually. Her smile faded when she remembered how slowly each of those girls had confessed a secret and Chelsea had to lie. Of course, Chelsea's entire life had been a lie, but Camp had been the one place where she didn't have to lie. But then she had to make up a secret, not because she didn't have one. In fact, her secret was to big, she couldn't tell it. In some ways she had been put in the perfect cabin, if only she had been brave enough to come up to her friends and just say 'I'm an alien' but Chelsea was a coward and not even Gaby knew the truth about her. When Chelsea had arrived that morning she had run to cabin 3c dumped her bags on an empty bunk, changed into a swimsuit and ran out the door and down to the dock. Swimming and sunbathing had always been Chelsea's favourite activities at Camp. Her first year she realized that her scars would show when swimming so she tied a scrap of colourful cloth that matched her suit around her ankle. She had a new silver and blue patterned cloth to match her new bikini. Stretching out on the toasty wooden planks she let her mind drift of to sleep, enjoying the shade of her sunglasses and the heat of the midday sun. Being sixteen at camp gave you so much more freedom. Now the activities were optional and councillors didn't have to know where she was at all times. Chelsea could've become a councillor this year, but she guarantee that she would be there the entire eight weeks. You never know when you're a guarde.
"Chelsea!" a familiar voice woke her from her restful dose "You look great!"