Once upon a time there was a six-year-old boy named Johnny. At a very young age he developed skills that were considered to be gifted for such a youngster. He was talking in complete sentences by age two, and was using intricate vocabulary not long after. He went to kindergarten at age four because the doctors said his brain was mature enough for him to be able to grasp the information and learn from it. He did amazing in school, had many friends, and was right on track with all the other students. Unfortunately one day Johnny was pulled out of class, and told that he was going to spend some time at a new house with lots of other kids, almost like a sleepover they told him. Like any other kid, Johnny jumped for joy, and was excited to spend the night away from home for a little bit. After school, the principal assisted Johnny getting onto his new bus.

Johnny was on the bus for an hour, and started getting tired so he decided to take a nap. After he woke up, it was getting dark outside, and the bus made it to the destination. While sleeping, he had a weird dream that was hard for him to understand the meaning of,  so he wrote it down for future reference. The bus doors opened up and an older man dressed in a suit walked onto the bus and welcomed all of the passengers, and told them he thinks they will enjoy their stay. Then he instructed the children to get off the bus and stand on the sidewalk. All of the children including Johnny were shoving each other trying to be one of the first ones off of the bus. Eventually they all got off and then were taken to their assigned rooms. There were four people per room, and it seemed as if they were at a summer camp because there was bunk beds, a shower house, playgrounds, and fields to run in.

Over the next few days, everyone was getting used to the routine of things. Roll call, breakfast, school, lunch, recess, more school, dinner, and then the evening was their free time, but lights out by eleven. Then after a week kids started leaving for a while, and then coming back, or they would never see them again. Then more kids started staying with them, and the same thing was a continuous cycle. At this point, Johnny had been there for three weeks now, and he was starting to grow suspicion on why he was there. He would ask adults questions about why he was there, but they just told him to hush, and he would be able to leave like all the other kids at one time or another. Eventually Johnny got sick of hearing the same answer over and over, so he decided to take matters into his own hands…

To be continued…