Ever since I've turned fifteen I've been having the same dream over and over again. In my dream I

would wake up and find myself at a camp. I would see the same boys over and over again. One who

had green eyes, black hair, and a smile that lit his face up. The other who was pale, had black hair,

and seemed different. I would then see the beauty of New York, the Empire State building to be

exact. That's why I'm on this plane. New York might just help me find whatever it is that has been

calling me…