The Chronicles of Tyson Jenkins

The sun rose over the horizon on a beautiful Saturday morning, flooding the city of Seattle, Washington with light. A twelve year old boy named Tyson Jenkins lay awake on the bottom of his bunk bed. His fourteen year old brother, Lance, was snoring loudly in the top bunk. This world is not like your world. Everyone in this world had a special power. Some could fly. Others had super strength. But Tyson had the ability to change into any animal or insect at will, which is called a Changling. Lance had the powers of a ghost. He could fly, walk through walls, and even make his body transparent. Tyson pulled off his covers, got out of bed and stretched. He was a skinny boy with brown hair and brown eyes. A long brown tail hung down his rear. It was sort of a trademark for Changlings. He wasn’t embarrassed about it, and people thought it was sort of cool. One thing that was slightly embarrassing was the fact that he was a bit lazy-eyed. He left his and Lance’s bedroom and went downstairs for breakfast. When he entered the kitchen he saw his Father, who had telekinetic powers, his Mother, who had laser vision, and his thirteen year old sister Misty, who could create and command water, all sitting around the table eating breakfast. Mr. Jenkins was reading the newspaper. “Good morning Tyson!” said Mrs. Jenkins brightly when Tyson entered. She jumped up, got a plate and set it in front of an empty chair. “Sit, sit. Have some breakfast.” Tyson said good morning to his family and sat down at the empty seat as his mother began spooning eggs on his plate. He scooped up a couple pieces of bacon, grabbed some toast and poured some orange juice. He began eating in silence. Lance eventually entered the kitchen and Mrs. Jenkins did the same for him as she did for Tyson. Mr. Jenkins put down his newspaper and said, “So, school next week! Are you three ready?” “Not even remotely,” said Lance glumly after taking a sip of his orange juice. “Well I’m excited,” said Misty. “I’m already packed.” “That’s my girl,” said Mr. Jenkins. “Always a step ahead.” “Kiss up,” murmured Lance. Tyson heard him and smiled. On Monday morning, Tyson and his siblings were going to be leaving for school. It was a boarding school named Cobalt Academy. It was a school for training and enhancing powers, but they still had to learn the basic subjects, like Math and Science. Tyson will be starting sixth grade. Misty will be in her second year at Cobalt, so she will be in the seventh grade. Lance, going to his third year, will be entering eighth grade. “What’s the matter, Lancy boy?” teased Misty. “Are you mad because I finished last year with an A average and you finished with a C+?” “Stuff it,” said Lance. “A C+ is nearly a B-.” “Enough you two,” said Mrs. Jenkins. “Finish your breakfast before it gets cold.” Lance and Misty glared at each other from across the table as they continued to eat in silence. “So, Tyson,” said Mr. Jenkins. “Are you ready to go to your new school?” “I guess”, said Tyson. “But I’m not sure that I’m ready for boarding school. What if I get homesick?” “You’ll be fine, dear”, said Mrs. Jenkins. “Besides, Emma’s going too, right? At lease you’ll have your best friend with you.” “Yeah....” Emma Givens was Tyson’s best friend. They had been best friends since they were assigned to sit next to each other on the very first day of kindergarten. She had been accepted at Cobalt Academy as well.