Title: POWER STRUGGLES
Genre: Young Adult Speculative Fiction
Word Count: 85,000
When sixteen-year-old Melody’s father is killed by psyfons–power-draining psychics–she joins the fight against these evil creatures. This takes her to a boot camp out in the middle of freaking nowhere to master her telekinesis. Although focused on her psyfon-destroying goal, she makes friends with trainees who have other abilities and catches the attention of Jonas, the gorgeous junior trainer whose very presence makes her feel dizzy and distracted.
When a few trainees collapse, Melody begins to suspect that the evil psyfons have infiltrated the camp. The dizziness Jonas makes her feel whenever they’re together starts to become less romantic and more suspicious. Is it possible that the boy she’s falling for could be one of the monsters who killed her father?
The girl next to me on the bus had ignited several small fires with her bare hands, acting like she was special.
Our destination was Camp Awakening. Our purpose: to master our powers in two weeks. Get it right, you could end up a hero. Get it wrong, you could end up dead.
I wish I were kidding about the dead part.
I stared at the smoke drifting from the girl’s fingertips. Sure, it was freakishly entertaining, but we didn’t need open flames while crammed into a non-air-conditioned school bus on a sticky July day with nearly fifty other sixteen-year-olds. And it wasn’t like she was the only one on board who could do it.
“Stop it, Erika, you’re gonna get us in trouble,” a girl across the aisle whispered. “There’s no smoking on the bus.”
“Or burning,” I added.
Erika rubbed her fingertips on her charred jeans and smirked. “What are they gonna do, toss me off? It’s up to them to make sure we get ‘proper’ training,” she said. “And I obviously can’t control my power at the moment.”
Power. As in the singular form.
“Hey blondie,” the guy in front of me turned around. “I think you’re hot, too.
I frowned. “Excuse me?”
“I can read you.” He winked.
“You can?” I glared at him and fought off a wave of panic. “How about now?”
“Let’s see.” He shut his eyes. “You think I’m… super dreamy?”
A girl behind me giggled.
“No, but she does.”