Creative Writing: The Grapes Of Wrath

Jason doesn’t remember much of what happened before he was told that he was a something not human. He barely knew his mother, and he never knew his father. At a very little age he ran away and settling in as a homeless kid. No one seems to know what he was or who he was. His mother seemed to be crazy when he used to live with her, she always talked about gods, and she was too harsh, didn’t care about him and tried to kill him sometimes. Back home sitting in on the couch he was looking at the fireplace. It looks so comfortable, the flames seem warm but cool, and the fire seemed to be like his home not this house. He just wanted to feel that fire, once, just once, it was so beautiful. He went and touched it, that when he came back to his senses

His eyes were rock solid and didn’t want him to see what they saw. Everything in his body was rock solid and felt cold, cold from all the fear that had taken over him. He opened his eyes, nothing was broken or burned. He knew he was special, but not THIS special. His hands that had fallen in the fire were just like rocks now. He took his hands out and his hands were rock sold, he felt nothing. Little rivers flowed through his hand, was that molten rock? Too much to take for one day, he fainted. Jason thought that it was

“It’s your choice, not mine.” the man said.

Jason went with him, to Canada, in the wilderness there was a camp, more like a city. It was called Camp Halfblood.

Now that the flashback was over, he was looking awkwardly at the fire. People were looking at him strangely because his mouth was open and he was staring at the fire like it was burning him, even though he was 10 feet away from the fire.

It was the autumn feast night, the day autumn ends and winter begins. He had just arrived yesterday and there were hundreds of other kids like him waiting to find out who they were, they all had some powers. Some cold breathe under water, control water, others could control air, and others were good at fighting and flying.

They weren’t allowed to talk to any other person at the camp so that they would tell then why they were here. It seemed weird; it seemed like they were involved in some secret organization or were x-men. Most of the kids didn’t know their one of their parents; others didn’t know both of them. Sitting around the camp fire seemed a bit old fashioned, but the one they sat around was not. It was a huge Campfire, and round it there were stone slabs that increased in elevation creating steps to people to sit