Finding Camda

This is a chapter from a book I started writing about two months ago. I haven't done much with it lately but I think I'm going to continue writing it slowly. I'm not going to explain much of the plot, partly 'cause I don't want my viewers to get too into it, and then not finish it, but also because the first chapter explains some of it.

   

Chapter 1-Totaled-

I quickly swerved right, narrowly missing the red Ford truck headed straight toward me. I over corrected. Sliding onto two wheels I screamed as my new Toyota tipped over and began rolling down a small hill next to the road.

 

I woke up strapped down to a bed. A hospital bed. For those of you who don't know, I hate hospitals. Their anesthetic smell makes me queasy, and all the white made me cringe. I mean, who would want to see what is on the sheets, and walls? Anyway you get the point. I struggled against the straps but I couldn't get free. I was about to start yelling, but just then some one in a white lab coat walked in.

 

“Well James,” the doctor said to me“according to my observations you are doing better than your car. All you have are some bruises, and a small concussion from when you're head slammed into your steering wheel. All in all you're in much better shape than you should be.” he paused looking at me oddly. “You're strapped down so that you don't hurt yourself while you're unconscious.” he added seeing me struggle against the scratchy straps.
 

I guess I forgot to mention, I'm not from this dimension. Yeah, it's weird but it's the way it is. I'm from a different dimension named Camda. When I was eight I found out that my adult friend, Dr. Taylor, knew about something that would happen in the future. She also knew about my unique abilities, and many survival skills, and so she found a way, and sent me here to this strange world. I remember everything about Camda. All except how to get back. One of my unique skills is that I don't get hurt easily. I could fall off a fifty story building, and end up with at most a sprained ankle and a concussion.

 

 

I get it, I'm a freak, the doctors don't need to rub it in.
 

“However, on the subject of your car,” he paused hesitantly “I'm afraid it was totaled.”
 

“It was totaled!?!?” I asked stunned. I had gotten that car just a week ago, on my 16^th birthday. Okay, it was my 16^th birthday here, it was my tenth birthday where I came from. Anyway, it was REALLY special to me. The only parents I really knew had given it to me. Back in Camda I had been abandoned at the age of four, but made my way by myself from there. Here I had been put in the foster system, but the first foster parents that I had adopted me two years ago.

It took me a while to be able to speak again, but finally I did “Where are my parents?”
 

“They should be here any minute,” he said “they were contacted and are on their way.” Just as he finished saying this a woman with auburn hair and green eyes entered with a man of the same complexion.

“Mom! Dad!” I exclaimed as they came over and, unstrapping my wrists, gave me amazingly strong hugs. “I'm so glad to see you!”
 

“Are you okay? Are you okay?” my mom kept questioning me while she looked me over. Finally satisfied she stepped back. Only then did I notice my dad talking to the doctor, who had a wondering look on his face.

“Do you need anything?” the doctor asked my parents.
 

“No,” my mom said immediately “but, when will James be able to come home?”
 

“Just as soon as you sign some papers, and bring your car around,” he said cheerfully. But I could tell from his tone that he had more to say. Or ask.

 

Enjoy!

Poohbear