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It was a beautiful summer day on the less than pristine shores of Camp Wawanakwa, as a middle aged man strutted along the dock, followed by a camera crew.
The man flashed a charismatic smile at the camera, seemingly just coming back from a commercial break, “Welcome Back, to Total Drama Island, with me, Chris McClean.” Chris winked at the camera before he continued.
“It’s time to meet our campers!” Chris turned to give an aside to the camera, “We told them they’d all be staying at this five-star resort, so if they seem a little Peeved,” He winked, “That’s probably why.”
As he said this a fabulous white boat with golden trimming pulled up, dropping off a short girl with large glasses and an even larger, brace filled, smile. Her short brown hair was tied back into stubby pigtails, and she had two barrettes keeping loose hair from falling in front of her eyes. She had green overalls with a little pink heart on the pocket, which she wore over a lighter green shirt that had round sleeves and pink lines crisscrossing down. Her sturdy brown boots with pink souls plopped down on the dock as she took in her surroundings.
“Beth,” Chris greeted, “what’s up?”
Beth ran up to the host, beaming, before pulling him into a hug, “It’sth tho Incredible to Meet You!!!!” She let go, taking a good look at Chris before saying, “Woow, you’re much Shthorter in real life.”
Chris dusted himself off, as he grimaced at this enthusiastic teen, “Uuuh, thanks.”
The camera then switched to a pasty teen stepping off another boat. She wore a baggy black shirt that was tucked into a green skirt with bold black stripes. The t-shirt had a simple graphic of a tomb-stone with the letters ‘R.I.P’ arced above it; it was also placed over a long sleeve turtleneck with black and blue stripes. She wore clunky black boots and an even clunkier belt which brandished a large skull as the buckle. She had a lot of mascara, presumably on both eyes; not that you could tell, since she styled her Midnight Blue and Black bangs over her right eye. She wore opaque fishnet stockings, but the most notable thing she wore was a blue painted scowl fixed onto her face.
“Hey, Gwen.” Chris greeted.
Gwen looked around, “You mean we’re staying Here ??”
“No.” Chris shot a point at Gwen and winked, “ You’re staying here! My crib is an air-stream with A.C. That-a-way!” he dramatically switched his point from the goth to the vague direction of his ‘Crib’.
Gwen crossed her arms, “I did Not sign up for this.”
“Aaactuuallyy,” Chris pulled out a giant stack of papers, “You Did.” He smirked.
Unimpressed, Gwen snatched the contract from the smug hosts hands and ripped it above her head in an impressive feat of strength. Chris watched on with interest, as she released the now ineffective contract into the polluted waters below.
Gwen looked to Chris, proud.
Pride that shriveled up as Chris explained, “The great thing about Lawyers is,” He took out another packet, a cocky grin enveloping his face, “They make Lots of Copies.”
Chris waved the new contract in the Goths face, as she contemplated her situation. Deciding this place sucks, she turned away, grabbing her bags, “I Am Not Staying Here.”
“Cool,” Chris started, “Hope you can Swim though.” Gwen ignored him until she met eyes with her boat, driving away.
Chris smirked, “ ‘Cause your Ride Just Left.”
The boat then let out a mocking honk, as it’s former passenger watched miserably on.
Gwen's scowl returned to her face, as she turned gruffly back to the others. Her head ducked low to avoid having to interact any further. As she stomped past Chris she muttered a hateful “Jerk.”, which the Host seemed unbothered by.
Gwen took her place by a waving Beth, ignoring her.
The Mood changed abruptly as everyone was shocked by an excited “WOOOO HOOOO!!!!”
The cameras hastily moved to catch the newest arrival, a tall and bulky boy, with messy blond hair and enthusiastic dark green eyes. His smile was enormous and lopsided, crooked like his nose. He proudly wore a t-shirt with a Canadian hockey team logo on the front, and light blue, baggy basketball shorts. His haphazardly tied green sneakers landed with a rumble on the wooden dock.
The boy swung his arms open, smiling as large as his face would allow, “CHRIS!!” he greeted, “WHAT’S HAPPENIN’ ?!?!?!” He paused as a giggle trickled out of his mouth, “THIS IS AWESOME!!!!! WOOOOOO-HOOOOOO!!!” He bellowed pumping his fist up in celebration.
Chris smiled before attempting to match the boy’s enthusiasm, which is probably impossible, “OWEN! WELCOME!”.
Owen then excitedly lifted Chris up into a hug, one that was far too tight if the audible crack was anything to go by. “Awesome To Be Here, Man!” He tried to find the right words to continue, “Man, This Is Just So….. So…..!”
Gwen rolled her eyes as she looked over at the new guy, “Awesome?”
Pleased with this word choice, Owen continued, “Yes! Awesome!!” He then shouted a celebratory “WOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!”
He looked over to Gwen, beaming, “Are You Gonna Be On My Team??” He asked, hopeful.
Gwen let her eyes roll once more as she gave her sarcastic soaked reply, “Oh, I sure Hope so.”
Owen’s smile somehow grew larger as he let out an almost sing-songy, “WOOOOOOOOOO~”
The long forgotten host looked to Owen with his face twisted in annoyance, “You about finished?”
Owen gently placed Chris back onto the dock, “Sorry, I’m Just So Siked!!”
“Cool,” Chris said dismissively, “And here comes, Noah!”
Going from Owen to Noah was like whiplash.
Noah is small and thin, only taller than Beth so far. He looks like a strong breeze would blow him over, which may be why he thought it appropriate to weigh himself down with three different layers. The first layer was a maroon sweater vest, a bold move for June; the second was a blue green short sleeved button up, which he had indeed buttoned all the way up; finally he had a long sleeved white shirt, and honestly, I’m getting heat stroke just looking at him. He has dark brown hair, cut short and carefully combed, with small bangs swooping across his five-head. Overall his look screamed ‘I Don’t Want To Be Here.’ Not due to any of the clothes he felt necessary to pile onto his small frame, but rather how his face often rested in a look of indifference.
Noah approached Chris, “You got my Memo about My Life-Threatening Allergies?”
Though the question seemed important enough to stop for, Noah did not make any moves to do so.
“I’m Sure Someone Did!” Chris replied, as he watched Noah take his time across the Dock.
“Good.” Noah looked around, “Is this where we’re Staying?”
“That’s Right!” Chris gleefully replied, “The Beautiful Camp Wawanakwa will be your Home for the next Eight Weeks!”
Noah stopped and looked over to Chris, disgusted, before his signature look of disinterest returned, accompanied by rolling eyes, “Oh good," his reply was already saturated in sarcasm, “Just how I wanted to waste my Summer. Lounging in Rotten Cabins in the Middle of Nowhere Muskoka.” He twirled his finger in the air, “Woo-Hoo.”
Owen smiled at Noah, completely unphased by his obvious insincerity, perhaps he was too excited to notice, “I Know Right!!” he grabbed the smaller boy in an enthusiastic hug, much to Noah’s dismay, “Isn’t It AWESOME!!”
Owen let out a happy chuckle while Noah squirmed out of the hug. As Noah successfully escaped he cocked an eyebrow, before commenting, “Not the Sharpest Fork in the Kitchen, Huh, Tubby?”
Before anyone could respond, Chris announced the arrival of the next camper, “Hey Everyone!” He gestured for the cameras to look towards the lake, “Izzyyyy!”
Arriving was an excited freckle covered girl with a sort of manic energy over all. She wore a green baseball tee, that she seemingly tore the sleeves off of, with a lime green triangle in the center, and green flannel tied around her waist. She had olive green pants, or at least they were pants until she tore them into shorts. Her long orange hair was tied into twin braids that ended in puffs of curls.
Izzy waved excitedly, “HI CHRIISS!!!” Running down the boat her bare feet smacked against the floor as she continued to wave, “HI!!! HIII!!!”
She then lost her footing causing her to topple over the gold railing of the boat. Izzy then slammed her chin against the Dock of Shame, and plopped into the water.
Noah tried to stifle a laugh, but there was no hiding the snicker that escaped his lips. Beth shot him a dirty look as she ran over to Izzy’s aid, “IT’STH NOT FUNNY!” Her voice softened as she bent over the edge of the dock to reach her “Sthe could be Really Hurt!”
Beth pulled Izzy onto the dock, with surprising ease, “Hey, are you OK?”
Izzy violently shook the water off herself, before saying, in a sort of daze “That.. Felt soooooo….” She then hopped to her feet, grabbing Beth's shoulders as she spoke, “GOOD! Except for hitting my chin,” She let go and looked around, green eyes darting wildly as she took in her surroundings, “Is This Summer Camp? That’s So Cool!!” She ran up to Chris, “Do You Have Papier-Mache Here?? Are We Having Lunch Soon!?”
Owen pointed at the newest camper, “That is A Good Call!!”
Chris gestured for everyone to calm down, “We’ll Have Lunch once everyone gets here, and settles in.”
Yet another boat pulled up, dropping off yet another camper. This one was a tall girl with long styled blond hair and curious blue eyes. Her short dress puffed out at the skirt, the color matching her eyes, and it had a sash wrapped around the waist that was a brilliant red. She wore cowgirl boots decorated with stars, which added to her height.
“Everyone,” Chris called, “This is Lindsay!”
Lindsay waved to everyone, “Hiiiiii,” her eyes landed on Chris, causing confusion to fill every inch of her face, “Ok, I totally know you from somewhere?”
Chris gestured to himself proudly, “I’m Chris McClean!”
It didn’t seem to jog any memories.
“The host of the show?”
Lindsay gave him an apologetic look as she shrugged.
Chris looked at her in disbelief before continuing, “Total Drama? The Show You are Literally On Right Now??”
You could almost hear the click as Lindsay's face lit up in recognition, “OH!” she wrapped her arms around him in a small hug, “That’s where I Know you from!” she broke away from the embrace, “It’s So good to see you again!”
“Uh, right.” Chris tried to shake off the encounter before the next boat arrived.
The sound of wedged sandals clicking against the wood caught everyone's attention as the camera panned over to the newest arrival.
She had long raven black hair, and she wore a garnet red blouse that sat off her shoulders and had black stripes. This top was tucked into a green skirt that stopped above her knees, and was held up by a black belt with a circle buckle in a similar color to her blouse.
She’s wearing sunglasses that are tinted with a gradient of black to red, and as she looked to the other campers their reflections shone off the glass.
Removing her glasses carefully and placing them on top of her head, she gave the others a sweet grin, before being introduced by Chris, “Heather!”
“Hi, Chris,” Heather made her way to the host before giving him a polite hug, “It’s so good to Finally meet you!” She pulled a way, looking at him before continuing, “Wow! You look So much more Handsome in Person!“ She then switched her focus to the others, and opened her mouth to speak to them before being interrupted.
“HI!” Beth ran up to Heather, wrapping her in a tight hug, “Looksth Like we’re your new Friendsth for the Next 8 weeksth!!”
With each ‘S’, Beth sprayed spit into Heather's face, causing the taller girl to flinch away. For a moment, Heather's previously sweet face twisted into a scowl, before catching herself and returning to that pleasant smile, “Oh,Yay!” She then, somewhat reluctantly returned Beth's hug, “I literally Can Not Wait!”
Gwen's scowl deepened, “Uhg, Kill me now.”
Beth led Heather to the others, where she was greeted by yet another hug, this time from Owen, and a happy wave from Lindsay. Gwen and Noah didn’t acknowledge her presence as music filled the air with a Pumpin’ Party Beat.
The source of the music was the next boat, whose arrival was dancing along to the sound. His blond hair was tied into an extremely loose ponytail, that honestly didn’t seem to be doing anything useful. He wore a cowboy hat and a pooka necklace. He had a pink tank top with a sunny graphic on it under a darker pink button up shirt, that has probably never actually been buttoned up.
He looked up as the boat stopped at the dock before excitedly flipping over the bars. As he landed the boat men tossed him his things to which he replied with a thankful thumbs up and a large smile.
He then brought his attention to the host, smile unfading, “Chris McClean!” he approached Chris with the intention of sharing a bro-fist, “It’s an Honor to meet you, man!”
Chris happily bumped fists with the newest arrival, “The Geoff-Ster! Welcome to the Island Man!”
“Thanks, Man.”
“They say ‘man’ one more time,” Gwen looked to Noah, “I’m gonna puke.”
The nerd nodded in response, as Geoff came over and offered high fives to the rest of the campers. Surprisingly, none were turned down. Probably because each one was accompanied by an award winning, charismatic smile that hasn’t left his face since he stepped onto the Dock.
Chris continued to do the whole hosting thing, “Contestant Number Nine!” he gestured towards the next boat, “Trent!”
Stepping off the boat, guitar case in hand, Was a cool looking boy with long, coal black hair. He wore a leather jacket with a camo hand-print patch on the back and the collar popped. Trent also had a plain green t-shirt on, and black jeans. Around his neck were copper dog tags, one with his name, and the other with the number nine.
Trent strolled up to Chris, extending a fist to be bumped, “Hey, good to meet you, man.” Chris excepted the bump, “ Saw you on that figure skating show. Nice work, man.”
Chris shined a huge smile, “Thanks, man.” he continued proudly, “I Knew I Rocked That Show!”
Beth then interjected, excitedly, “Oh! I Thsaw That!” Her tone then became more serious as she explained, “One of the Guyth Dropped Hith partner on her Head. They got immunity that week.”
Lindsay’s face lit up as she looked to Beth, “Lucky! I hope someone Drops me on My Head!”
Beth looked up to Lindsay, returning her smile, “I would Totally drop you on your head tho you could get Immunity!”
Lindsay bent down to excitedly grasp Beth's hands, “Oh My Gosh! That’s SO Nice Of You!!”
The two exchanged bubbly grins, as Noah rolled his eyes and spoke, mainly to himself, “ Something you two Excelled at as children, I’m sure.”
Noah thought he said that quietly enough so that no one would have heard, but was proven wrong by the soft chuckle accompanied by a playful nudge. He looked up, already brandishing a proud Grin, to see Owen smiling down at him.
Trent waved at the others before taking a spot next to Gwen. He gave her a kind smile, which she turned away from. Though she couldn’t hide the small glance she shot his way and the genuine smile that followed.
“Our next Camper is…. DJ!” Chris gestured to the newest arrival.
DJ was a very large boy, towering over everyone else so far. He wore a green shirt with an orange D on it; over that he wore a greyish jean jacket with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. On his head was an orange beanie with a green trim, and he had a very short beard wrapped around his face. In between his hat and his beard was a kindhearted smile, a signature of DJ’s.
DJ walked towards the host, “Hey, yo, Chris McClean! How’s it goin’.” DJ offered his fist to be bumped before looking around. He furrowed his brow in confusion before looking back to Chris, “Hey, Man, Are You Sure this is the right place?” He looked towards the island, “Where the hot tubs at?”
“Yo Dawg,” Chris so eloquently began, “This is It! Camp Wawanakwa!”
DJ frowned before picking up his bags and making is way to the others. Taking one last look around he grumbled, “Looked a lot different on the application forms.”
There was no time for any introductions before the loud thumping of punk music ripped through the air, accompanied by a Snarling, Green Haired Teen.
Said hair was styled in to a long and messy Mohawk, and he had mismatched piercings trimming his ears. He wore a torn baggy, black tank top with an asymmetrical red skull design, and a neck line that dipped very low. Under that he wore a fishnet long sleeved shirt. He had red torn pants and bulky black boots. He also had a black spiky dog collar and matching bracelet. His pierced uni-brow was furrowed as he glared ahead.
“Duncan!” Chris opened his arms, “Dude! Welcome!”
Duncan threw his bag off the boat before leaping after it. His fist met his palm threateningly as he approached Chris, “I don’t like Surprises.”
Chris nodded, unbothered, “Yeah, your parole officer warned me about that…” Chris looked to Duncan and smirked “He also told me to give him a holler anytime and have You sent back to Juvie! ”
Duncan looked the host up and down, before giving a hard sniff and a small smile “Alright then.”
He grabbed his bag and walked towards the others. Once he saw Heather, he winked at her “Catch you by the campfire Gorgeous.”
Heather produced some sort of disgusted sound, “Excuse me?”
Noah scoffed, “Just what this place needed.” He threw his hands up in faux excitement, “Not just a Criminal, But a Criminal That Was Dumb Enough To Get Caught!” He dropped his hands and the act, “How could we Be So Lucky.”
Duncan whipped around to glare at Noah, “What was that, Nerd ?” He growled.
Noah rolled his eyes in response, “Nerd? Nice comeback Original, But the 1950’s called, and it wants it’s insult back.”
Duncan was half way to said nerd, probably to murder him, before being interrupted by Chris.
“LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!!!!!!” Chris gestured towards the lake with a grand flourish, “TYLER!!!!”
Tyler, unlike the previous arrivals, was not on his boat, but rather gliding on the water behind it in a pair of skis! His long brown hair flew behind him in the wind, showing off his red and white headband. He had matching bands on his wrists and was wearing what looked to be a basketball uniform with the letters TT on the chest. Oddly enough, the whole outfit looked brand new...
He looked up to the dock and smiled, before waving at the others, which was a mistake. The second he let go of the hand bar he lost his balance, and it didn’t take long after that before he was spat up, and thrown across the dock and into a pile of suitcases.
“WICKED WIPE OUT, DUDE!” Chris exclaimed.
Beth made her way over to help, before Tyler’s hand jutted out of the pile, brandishing a proud thumbs up. Geoff and DJ shared a nod and their own thumbs up while Owen let out a “WOOO!”.
Gwen simply rolled her eyes at the entire exchange.
Chris looked on with a sort of child like glee, before sensing a new presence directly behind him. The host heard a heavy sigh in his ear, causing him to nearly jump out of his skin. He quickly spun around to be greeted by a lanky nerd with thick glasses, and a greasy mullet of dark red hair. He was wearing a blue t-shirt with purple sleeves and a graphic of Saturn, this shirt was worn over a light green long sleeve shirt. His face was dotted with a blemish here and there, but most notably was covered with an assortment of freckles.
Chris took a step back and smiled, “Welcome to Camp, Harold.”
Harold stared forward, almost as if he didn’t hear him. The others looked at one another in confusion, before Lindsay whispered, “What’s he Looking at?”
And then he spoke, “You mean this show is at some yucky camp and not on some big stage or something?”
Chris winked, “You got it!”
Harold then pumped his arms in celebration, startling Chris, “YES!” He looked to the host, “That is so much more favorable to my Skills!”
As he walked away, Chris shuddered in discomfort. Harold stood next to Geoff and Trent, who both shared a welcoming smile to the geek.
The next boat to arrive was carrying a Girl and her Surfboard. She had long blond hair tied in a loose ponytail. She had a blue light jacket that was unzipped revealing her pale blue tank top with a wave decal across the chest. She carefully stepped off the boat and walked to Chris, before stopping and leaning on her board.
“Hey,” She smiled, “What’s up.”
“All right!” Chris begun. “Our Surfer Chick, Bridgette, is here!”
Duncan rolled his eyes, “Pfft, Nice Board. This ain’t Malibu, honey.”
Bridgette frowned, “I thought we were staying at a beach.”
Chris gestured happily to the shores of Camp Wawanakwa, “We Are!”
Bridgette took in the polluted waters and grimy beach with disappointment, but what was truly upsetting to her was the seagull that had just washed ashore, with soda rings wrapped around its neck.
She sighed, “Great.”
“Alright, we’re over half way-” Chris was interrupted by a hard thunk against his head as Bridgette bent down for her things, with seemingly no regard to where her Surfboard went, “OW! Darnit! That Hurt!”
Bridgette didn’t seem to notice as she made her way to the other campers, catching a certain party boy’s eyes. “Hey, guys”
Geoff maneuvered around the others quickly, “Heeeeeeey” He slid himself to her other side, “I’m Geoff.”
Bridgette smiled as she turned to face him, but unbeknownst to her, she also almost decapitated three of the other camper with her surfboard. “What’s Up.”
One of these campers was Harold, who did not take kindly to the attack, “DANG! Watch the Board, Man!”
Concerned, Bridgette turned once more. This motion however almost knocked down Geoff, who caught himself last second before falling into the water.
Before she could see what was bothering Harold, Beth ran up to her, “Hi! I’m Beth!”
“Hey.” Smiling, she turned to face her, almost hitting DJ, Harold and Trent with her board. She did not, however almost hit Duncan.
Because she did hit Duncan.
Which, oddly enough, upset him.
“Alright! We’ve All Met Malibu, and her Board” He huffed as he got back to his feet, “So can we Move on? Like, Now ?”
The camera panned to the next boat and the newest arrival. She was in a pink leather jacket with two red stripes wrapped around it, and the sleeves were rolled up. Under the jacket she had a shirt with apples on the chest. She had on bracelets and hoop earrings, but the most notable piece of jewelry she had was a large necklace with red and pink circles. Her tightly curled hair was pulled back into a poofy ponytail and she stood proudly at the end of the boat.
She waved, “ ‘Sup, Y’all!”
Harold gasped at the sight of her.
As the boat docked and she made her way to the host, Chris introduced her, “Leshawna is in the House!” he announced.
“Hey, How’s it goin’,” She high-fived Chris, “How you doin’?”.
After receiving her high fives, Leshawna made her way to the others, “Y’all might as well quit now, ‘cause I came to win!”
Harold watched her carefully as she walked, in a state of complete awe. Leshawna then spotted DJ in the growing crowd and smiled, “Oh! What’s up My Brother!” DJ Returned her smile as she walked up to him, “C’mon, give me some sugar, baby!” she reached her hand out and DJ accepted it with a fond slap.
All seemed to be going well for her debut before Harold blurted out, “I’ve never seen a girl like you in real life before.”
Leshawna quirked a brow as she looked over to him, “Excuse me?”
“Well, you’re real big,” Harold gestured wide with his arms, “And Loud!”
Agitation swept over Leshawnas face as looked the nerd up and down. She sucked her teeth as if she were mulling over her choices, before she responded with, “I’ll tell you what, Stringbean, how ‘bout I forget you ever said that, and you can continue enjoyin’ how it feels to walk,” She placed her hand on her hip, “Deal?”
Harold nodded as everyone exchange nervous glances. The air was tense, before Chris grabbed everyone's attention by greeting the newest arrivals. “Ladies, Sadie! Katie!”
Sadie wore her black hair in an 80’s perm, with a pink ribbon being used as a headband. Her lips her painted pink, and they matched her striped top which sat off her shoulder and was tucked into her light pink high wasted shorts. Sadie had a bulky white bracelet with black circles trailing around it and pink wedge shoes with circles on the strap.
To look between Sadie and Katie, one could be excused for thinking they saw double, if it wasn’t for the fact that Katie was considerably thinner, darker and taller than her friend. Outside of that though, they wore the same exact white and pink outfit the same exact way, with the same hair and the same shade of lipstick. The only difference seemed to be everywhere that Sadie wore circles, Katie wore hearts. That and the colors of Katie’s bracelet were inverted compared to the one on Sadie’s.
“Welcome to your new home for the next eight weeks!” Chris explained.
The girls looked towards the shabby, run down campgrounds, before a large smile shined on Katie's face. She turned to her friend, excitedly grabbing her hand, “Oh My Gosh! Sadie, look! It’s a Summer Camp!”
Sadie covered her mouth with her spare hand in delight, “Oh My Gosh!” She moved her hand to fan at herself in excitement, “We’ve, like, Always wanted to go to Summer Camp!”
The two applauded and squeed before grabbing their things and running towards the other campers, leaving behind a puzzled Chris.
He didn’t have long until the next camper arrived. He was pale, with his brown bowl cut hair being covered by a blue beanie. He was growing a beard, but not much had come in yet and it looked rather silly. He had on a green hoodie and blue jeans, along with work boots. He looked around the island, grey eyes sparkled with wonder as he took in the sights and sounds for the first time.
Chris waved to him, grabbing his attention, “Ezekiel! What’s up man?”
Ezekiel turned his attention to the sky, before pointing at something, “I think I see a bird!”
Trent chuckled at the perceived joke, before Chris pulled Ezekiel in for a little chat.
“Okay, look dude.” He began, “I know you don’t get out much. Been home-schooled your whole life,” Ezekiel nodded, “ Raised by freaky prairie people. Just, don’t say much and try not to get kicked off too early.” Chris placed a firm hand on his back as he ushered him to the others, “Okay?”
Ezekiel gave a nod and a hearty “Yes, Sir.” as he made his way to the others.
Gwen watched this in disbelief, “That’s just,” She searched for a fitting word but came up empty, instead she settled on “Wow.”
The next contestant to be dropped off was a nerdy boy with a mop off brown hair. He wore a red T-shirt with an Atom graphic on it over a white button up shirt, which had its sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He wore pants that were too long for his legs.
“Cody!” Chris opened his arms welcomingly, before pointing two finger guns at the boy, “The Codster! The Cod-Meister!”
Cody returned the finger guns before accepting a high-five presented by the host. He then started to strut over to the others with laughable amounts of confidence. “Dudes, siked to be here, man. I see the Ladies have already arrived. Alright.”
As he walked he winked at an amused Lindsay, shot a finger gun at charmed Bridgette (Charmed in a way a child's crayon drawing is charming, mind you, but Charmed all the same), but before taking his spot amongst the crowd, he leaned over to Leshawna.
What he wished to say, we may never know, because Leshawna brought her finger to his mouth, silencing him with “Save it Short Stuff.”
She said this with a friendly smile, which Cody returned before falling back to stand with the others.
The lightness that hung in the air immediately crashed down with a booming stomp upon the dock.
The camera and cast looked over to see a strong girl with black as night hair tied into a straight ponytail. She wore blue athletic wear, her top being sleeveless and her shorts having twin white stripes along the sides. Her white socks were pulled to her knees and had two blue stripes at the top, and she had a waterproof step counter tied around her wrist. Her uni-brow was furrowed in what seemed to be rage, but if you knew her you’d know that’s just her face. No, her face when in raged is much different, and let’s pray that we may never have to see it. She reached up to her ear and futzed with an earbud, which was connected to an MP3 that she had tucked neatly in her pocket.
“Eva,” Chris greeted, but she continued past him, “Nice, Glad you could make it.” He smiled at the camera, if only because it was the only thing currently paying him attention..
Eva took her place amongst everyone, where Cody ran up to meet the newest camper. He greeted her with an unnoticed High-five, before having her luggage dropped on his foot.
“OW!” He cried, “What’s in there? Dumb Bells?”
Eva had quirked her brow at the yell, before having it rest back into its original place. “Yes.”
Everyone exchanged glances before Duncan nodded to Cody, “She’s all yours, Man.”
Cody gulped as the next boat pulled up.
“Next up is,” Chris started, “Courtney!”
Courtney stood at the bow of her boat, elegantly waving to the other contestants. She had her short brown hair tied back into a ponytail, and she was wearing a white short sleeved button up with purple accents. Her beautiful brown eyes were surrounded by freckles which covered her face, and could be seen trailing down her arms and legs as well. She had on green Capri's and purple tennis shoes; all in all, she looked much more prepared for camp than the others.
This was probably because Courtney was the only one to read the contract, front to back, fine print included.
Twice.
As the boat docked, Courtney reached regally over to Chris, where he delicately accepted her hand, aiding her down. “Thank you.” She smiled.
She walked towards the others before stopping in front of the crowd, “Hi, you must be the other contestants,” She reached her hand out with the intent to shake, “It’s so nice to meet you all.”
Katie, with Sadie close behind, gleefully took her hand, and held it warmly, “Hi! My name’s Katie, and this is Sadie!”
Sadie waved happily, “It’s SO Cool to meet you!!”
Courtney nodded courteously, before her hand was grabbed by Beth, who gave it a good firm shake, “I’m Beth! Welcome to the Island!”
“Thank you, Beth.” Courtney tightened her grip as she accepted the handshake, “I’m happy to be here!”
The final camper who seemed to care that a hand was offered to shake was Owen, who grabbed Courtney’s palm and rattled it up and down with unbridled enthusiasm, “I’m Owen!! How’s It Goin’!!”
Courtney was a little dazed from the shake up, but with ease she gathered her composer, “Nice to meet you, Ow-” She turned her head to the familiar sound of a boat driving atop the water only to be greeted by quite the sight, “-Oh, Wow.”
The next camper was an enchantingly handsome young man, with piercing blue eyes. His soft dark brown hair was styled with an undercut and an effortless quaff. He wore a green tee-shirt with a low neckline, and jeans.
Every camper seemed distracted by his beauty, one way or another.
Some seemed annoyed by it, like Duncan and Cody.
Others seemed entranced, as if they were looking at beauty incarnate, like Courtney, DJ and Ezekiel.
Finally there were those whose expressions fit more ‘Love Struck’ than anything else, Like Trent, Eva, Noah and especially Owen.
All reactions this particular boy was used to.
As he stepped off the boat and made his way to Chris, the host introduced him, “This is Justin.”
Chris offered his fist for bumping, “Welcome to Total Drama Island.”
Justin met his knuckles with Chris’, “Thanks, Chris, this is great.”
“Just so you Know,” Chris placed a hand on his shoulder, “We picked you Entirely on your Looks.”
Justin shrugged, “I can live with that.”
As Justin walked to the others, Owen ran over with hopes of making a good first impression.
He pointed at Justin's jeans, “I Like Your Pants!”
“Thanks, man.”
“Cause they look all worn out!” Owen chuckled to himself before continuing, “Did you buy them like that?”
“Uh, No,” Justin smiled, “Just had them for a while.”
“Oh, Cool!” Owen gave a thumbs up, before smacking his forehead in frustration and muttering, “Stupid!”
Chris Smiled, “And that’s everyone!” He hopped onto a nearby boat and gestured to the campers, “We need a group photo for the promos, So Everyone at the end of the Dock!”
The teens obliged, as they shuffled over and arranged themselves for a photo. They all looked towards Chris and his Camera and smiled.
Chris positioned the camera just right before counting down, “1...2...3!”
-CLICK-
“Oops,” Everyone's smile fell as Chris explained, “Ok, Forgot the lens cap!” He then clicked the button to remove the cover, before waving for everyone to get back into position, “Ok, Hold that Pose! 1.. 2.. Oh, oh no wait.” He smiled wide, “Cards full! Hang on…”
As Chris worked to fix his camera, Leshawna rolled her eyes, “C’mon Man! My face is Gonna Freeze!”
Lindsay turned to her, interested, “Really? Is that, like, a Thing?”
Ezekiel called over to her from the opposite side of the dock, “Oh, Yeah, Eh!” He started, “ My mom warns me about it all the time! If You make a face for to long, eh, It’ll get stuck!”
Lindsay covered her mouth in shock, “Oh my gosh!!! That is SO Scary!” She held her hands to her cheeks worriedly, “How much do you need to, like, change your face so it doesn’t get Frozen?!?”
Leshawna, suddenly regretting her choice of words, turned to Lindsay, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder, “Don’t worry about it girl, I was just talkin’. You’d have to be tryin’ to get your face stuck for it to happen.”
“Really?”
She smiled, “Yeah, really.”
“Got It!” Chris called, catching everyone's attention, “Say, ‘WAWANAKWA!”
Everyone grinned before echoing, “WAWANAK-”
-CRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIII - AA AAAAAAK !!-
The dock beneath everyone's feet began to rumble and wiggle; buckling under the shared weight of the campers, before surrendering and plunging it’s killers into the cold lake water below.
This didn’t stop Chris from snatching some less than flattering photos of the teens scrambling to the water's surface.
Chris let out a laugh before calling out to them, “Alright, Campers! Dry off, then meet me at the Campfire pit!”
After drying off with some suspiciously ready to go towels, the teens gathered at the designated meeting place. There was only enough places to sit for half of them, the other half being forced to stand. DJ didn’t make any moves to sit, preferring to let someone else get the chance, while Geoff gave his Spot to Bridgette, who accepted with a smile. Beth, Lindsay, Sadie and Katie arrived with only two spots left to sit. Beth immediately offered for the other girls to go ahead, which Lindsay happily did, however this left Sadie and Katie to debate who would sit, both insisting that the other “Totes Should!”. Ultimately, it was Katie who stood. Right next to Sadie, of course! The rest who stood seemed to be there just from bad luck and poor timing.
“THIS” Chris gestured wide with his arms, “Is Camp Wawanakwa! Your Home For the next Eight Weeks.” The camera panned over the contestants as he spoke. “The Campers sitting around you will be-”
The camera looked towards Geoff, Bridgette and DJ, “- your Cabin mates-”
The shot then focused on Gwen and Heather, “-your Competition-” as Chris spoke his line Heather gave a small smile to the other girl, which got a moody huff in return.
Before finishing this bit of the explanation, the camera switched to Noah and Owen, who were sitting next to each other, ”-And maybe even your friends, Ya’ Dig?” Owen looked to the other boy with a small smile as Chris continued.
“The camper who can stay on Total Drama the longest, Without getting Voted off, will win $100,000!”
Duncan walked forward, tired of standing around and listening to some speech, “‘Scuse me, What will the sleeping arrangements be?” he then gave side eyes to Heather before jutting his thumb in her direction, “Because I’d like to request a bunk under Her!”
Heather's mouth hung open, appalled, before asking “They’re not Co-Ed, Are they?”
“Noooo-” Chris reassured, “Girls get one side of each cabin, and Dudes get the other.”
Lindsay rose her hand, “Excuse me? Kyle? Can I have the cabin with the Lake view, since I’m the Prettiest?” She rested her hands in her lap waiting for her ‘Yes.’
“Okay, you are, but that’s not really how it works around here.” Lindsay's assured smile dropped into a confused frown as Chris continued, “And it’s CHR-IS ”
Katie looked nervously at Chris, “I Have to Live with Sadie, or-” She bent down to wrap her arms around her friends shoulders, “I’ll Die!”
Sadie nodded as she brought her hands up to hold Katie’s “And I’ll break out in HIVES! It’s True!”
Gwen stared miserably forward as she griped, “This Can Not Be Happening.”
“Here’s the deal!” Chris took out a sheet of paper, “We’re gonna split you into two teams, If I call your name out, go stand over there.” Chris pointed to his left.
“Cody, Gwen,”
As the two stood up, Cody winked at Gwen, which got an annoyed eye roll in response.
“Heather, Izzy, Justin, Katie,”
Katie reluctantly let go of Sadie, before slowly walking towards her growing team.
“Leshawna, Lindsay,”
Upon hearing their names, Leshawna held her head up proudly, while Lindsay perked up confused to why she just heard her name.
“Noah, Owen,”
The fast friends shared a small high five before joining their team. Katie looked amongst her fellow campers anxiously, rubbing her hands together in thought.
“ and... “
Katie held her breath as she locked eyes with her BFF.
Time seemed to stop for the two girls.
They had to be on the same team, they just had to be!
Chris looked up from his list and called “Trent.”
You could hear the shatter of Katie and Sadie’s hearts as their world plummeted down around them. ”Wait! What about Sadie!” Katie cried.
Chris ignored her as he continued, “From now on you’ll be known as-” He tossed a rolled up green flag their way, which Owen caught with ease, “THE SCREAMING GOPHERS”
Owen unfurled the flag in front of him, revealing a logo of a Gopher Screaming with it front paws up to fight. Owen chuckled, “Yeah! I’m a Gopher! WOOOO!”
Katie looked as if she may cry, before Leshawna swooped in giving her a warm smile, “It’s gonna be alright, girl. You’re a Gopher now,” she extended her fist to be bumped, “We Gochu.”
Katie looked toward Leshawna, her eyes still welling with tears. Her kind words didn’t seem to do much to comfort Katie, and rather than accepting the fist bump, she looked towards her dear friend, with hope in her eyes.
Sadie returned the look, maybe Chris misread the list and it’ll all be sorted out as he continued to read….
“The rest of you, Over here!” Chris gestured to the right, and listed the following names, “Beth, Bridgette, Courtney,”
The three girls exchanged kind smiles before walking over to the right.
“DJ, Duncan,”
DJ nodded a greeting towards Duncan, which was surprisingly returned.
“Eva, Ezekiel,”
Ezekiel waved towards the others, while Eva didn’t acknowledge any of their existences as she took her place with the team.
“Geoff,”
Geoff took a spot next to Bridgette, shining that award winning smile of his at her. She looked up at him with a small smile of her own, a faint blush spread across her cheeks.
“Harold, Sadie,”
Harold quickly moved to stand with his team, leaving Sadie behind with Tyler. Sadie did not stand up from her stump, instead she waited in anticipation. She waited in hopes that Chris would realize he read something wrong and put her and Katie on the same team.
“And,” Chris smiled up at the campers, “Tyler.” He gestured for the stragglers to to join their team, “MOVE MOVE MOVE MOVE!”
Tyler jogged to the others, tripping over a stump in the process, but he made a nice recovery and took his place amongst his team.
Sadie still made no moves to join her team mates, she instead turned to the Gophers, to Katie, “But, Katie’s a Gopher! I have to be a Gopher!”
Courtney walked over to Sadie and placed a calm hand on her back, “Sadie, was it?” She gave a small nod, “Come on, It’ll be okay.”
As Courtney led Sadie to the others, She gave her a reassuring smile, which did not seem to reassure her at all as Sadie cried out, “THIS IS SO UNFAIR!” She looked over her shoulder reaching her hand out to her best friend, “I MISS YOU KATIE!!!”
Katie sniffled as she tried (and failed) to hold back tears, “I MISS YOU TOO!!”
Leshawna wrapped her arms around Katie to comfort her as she held her face in her hands, distraught.
After leading Sadie to the others, Courtney moved her hand away. As Sadie was looking over to the other team, worried about her friend, she felt a callused hand take hers. When she looked over she discovered Beth had grabbed her hand, and she was shining a bright smile in an attempt to cheer Sadie up. Sadie turned back to Katie, but she tightened her grip on Beth’s hand.
As this happened Chris had tossed their team flag towards them, being caught by Harold, who did not have as easy of a time with the task as Owen. He fumbled for quite a bit, trying to get a good grip on the banner. With every misplaced hand, Duncan's laughter grew louder, and Courtney’s glare more severe, before she gave a hushed, “ Stop It.” towards the delinquent.
As Duncan rolled his eyes at Courtney’s reaction, Harold had finally got a hold on the red banner, unfurreling it as Chris declared, “You guys will officially be known as,” The banner revealed an angry profile of a fish, also screaming, “THE KILLER BASS!”
Harold gawked at the design, “That’s awesome, it’s like,” He smiled, “Amazing!”
“Alright campers,” Chris continued, “You and your team will be on camera in all public areas during this competition,”
The camera changed to view Chris sitting in an outhouse. It was grimy and rancid with flies filling the area. Chris seemed unbothered as he continued, “You will also be able to share your innermost thoughts on tape with video diaries, anytime that you want!” He winked at the camera, “Let the audience know what you’re really thinking!”
The shot switched from Chris to a confused Lindsay, facing the wrong way searching for something, “I Don’t get it?? Where’s the Camera??”
The next shot was Bridgette, who smiled kindly at the camera, “Right, So, umm… I guess this is TV?” She rubbed the back of her neck, “I guess I don’t really have much to say? Umm,“ She waved “Hi Everyone at home!” she gave two thumbs up, “Wish me Luck!... I guess?” She then brought her hand to her face, nervously, “Oh, Shoot. Did I say ‘I Guess’ Too Much?? Can I Start Again?”
The shot switched back to Lindsay, who still hadn’t figured it out. She spun around in search of the fabled camera before sitting and resting her head in her hand in thought, “Is this not, like, the right place?”
After that, the image of a very stern Owen filled the screen, he spoke seriously, “Listen, I’ve got something to get off my Chest.” He Glared at the camera, before letting out a loud belch, melting away his cold hearted facade. A warm chuckle then trickled out of his mouth before ending the confessional.
The next shot was an odd one, half of the out house was still in frame, but so was the outside. Lindsay stood in the Doorway, her face out of frame, and she yelled, “UMM, CRAIG?? WHERE DID YOU SAY THAT CAMERA THINGY WAS??”
Something that sounded like another voice called back, and Lindsay Answered, “RIGHT, BUT, LIKE, I CAN’T-,” She crouched to look better at the door, her face now filling the screen. That face then quickly lit up as she beamed, looking over her shoulder she yelled once more, “NEVER MIND! I FOUND IT!”
She turned back to the camera, smiling, “Hi Everyone! I’m Lindsay!” She then kissed the camera lens, leaving a trace of her lipstick, “Wish me luck!” She winked, ending her confessional.
With that the camera was back on Chris, once again standing in front of the campers at the Campfire pit, “Alright, Any questions?” he paused, “Cool, Let’s find your cabins!”
Everyone followed Chris to the cabins, chatting amongst themselves before Chris began speaking again, “Here we are!”
Before them where two shabby cabins that did nothing to impress, not that anyone was expecting to be impressed at this point. “Gophers, you’re in the East cabin,” Chris gestured before turning to look at the teens, “Bass, you’re in the West.” Chris pointed over his shoulder with his thumb at the other cabin.
Heather was the first Gopher to arrive at the girls side, opening the door to reveal the insides matched the outsides. There were three bunk beds, six beds all together, and for some reason this is where Heather had a problem.
“Bunk Beds?” She asked, disgusted, “Isn’t that a little… Summer Camp?”
Gwen then pushed her way past, bumping harshly against Heather, “That’s the Idea, Genius.”
Heather gawked, offended, she went to say something but clearly bit her tongue. She instead let out an exasperated sigh, as she fixed her sunglasses back into place atop her head.
“You’re so smart,” Gwen jumped at the voice, turning to see Cody had followed her inside, “I feel that.”
Gwen looked around, “Shouldn’t you be on the boy’s side?”
Cody grinned sheepishly, before being chucked out of the cabin, skidding in the grass and stopping at Trent’s feet. Trent looked at the cabin and then back at Cody, piecing together what had happened, “You good, Man?” Cody gave a small thumbs up as response, and Trent continued on his way.
Leshawna then walked by, arm still around a crying Katie, “Shhh, it’s alright, hun, let it out.” As they walked, she noticed Cody in the ground and without skipping a beat helped him up. She quirked a brow at him, “You good, shorty?”
Cody stretched, putting on a confident front, “Ah, yeah. Gwen’s just playin’ hard to get, is all...”
Leshawna rolled her eyes and shook her head, smiling, as she placed her arm back around Katie.
Gwen walked out of the cabin after putting her stuff away, taking a seat on the steps. Lindsay followed soon after her, perplexed “Where are the outlets?” She placed her hand on her hip as she explained, “I have to plug in my curling iron.”
Chris smiled over to her, “There are some outlets in the communal bathrooms, just cross the way.”
“Communal bathrooms? But I’m not Catholic?”
“Not Communion ,” Chris made sure to enunciate, “ Communal.”
Lindsay waited for him to explain, but he didn’t seem to think it was necessary. At this point, Gwen was certain her eyes would be popped out of her skull by the end of the show, as she rolled them for the umpteenth time, “It means we shower together. Idiot.”
Lindsay’s bottom lip began to tremble before she let out a piercing whine, “AAAAAAAAWWWWW, C’MON NO!”
Her cries grabbed everyone's attention, including those at the Killer Bass Cabin. Duncan snickered, “Looks like we Dodged a Bullet on that one, huh boys?”
Ezekiel nodded, letting out a chuckle of his own, while Geoff seemed preoccupied by a different blonde. “Excuse me, Chris?” He watched as Bridgette made her way inside, “Is there a chaperone of any kind in this facility?”
“Your all Sixteen years old, as old as a Counselor in Training at a Regular Summer Camp.” Chris shrugged with a smile, “So other than myself and the Camp Chef, You’ll be unsupervised.” Chris then turned to leave, “You have a half hour to unpack and meet me at the main lodge. Starting,” He glanced at his watch, “Now!”
Geoff seemed pleased with his answer, something Courtney didn’t seem to pick up on. “I understand your concerns, Geoff.” She began before smiling at him, “But don’t worry, I'm a trained C.I.T, so I can make sure all of the rules are followed accordingly.” She left him with a smile, before going into her side of the cabin.
Geoff scratched his head, as Duncan rolled his eyes, “Scratch what I said about dodging a bullet.”
With that there was a moment of silence.
Well, maybe not a moment.
What’s less than a moment?
With that there was 1/4th of a moment of silence.
Silence that was shattered by an earth rattling shriek coming from the girls side of the Gophers cabin.
Everyone rushed over, some curious some worried, all poking their heads through the door. They were greeted by the sight of Lindsay, standing distressed atop a stool, “Man, that girl can scream.” Leshawna commented.
“What is it?!” She watched the floor in horror, drawing everyone's attention to a skittering roach. “Kill it! KILL IT!”
Some left, losing interest, some left out of fear, few stayed to help. Leshawna, Harold, Tyler and Ezekiel stomped around the cabin, trying desperately to catch the fast bug under their shoe. None could achieve this feat, until Duncan entered the cabin, brandishing an ax.
Though technically the bug still didn’t get stomped. Rather Duncan brought the ax high above his head before slamming it down onto the unsuspecting roach. Just before the blade mad contact, it almost sounded like the insect cried out for help.
But that's silly... Right?
Gwen smirked, impressed, “Well, that’s one way to kill a cockroach.”
The bug lay sliced on the ground; each half still skittering it’s legs in vain on opposite sides of the weapon. Harold watched, fascinated, “Awesome…”
Tyler, however, paid it no mind as he made his way over to Lindsay, “If you ever see one of those again, just let me know, ok?” he sniffed, “‘Cause, Ya’ know, I could do that, too.”
Lindsay smiled at him, already smitten, a feeling shared by Tyler. Duncan saw this and rolled his eyes, “They always go for the jocks.” He meant it in a derogatory way, but he couldn’t fight the smile sneaking onto his face.
The camera hung on a shot of the Main Lodge as a new voice echoed out.
“LISTEN UP!!!”
The camera then switched to a panning shot of the interior, revealing all of the campers waiting in line for their lunch that was promised so long ago. It also showed that the lodge more closely resembled a mess hall, with two tables, each with eleven seats. There was a large man standing behind a window that led to the kitchen, the camp chef Chris had told them about. He was tall and muscular and his face was twisted in rage, for seemingly no reason. His aura screamed intimidation in spite of his tiny chef hat and apron.
“I’LL SERVE IT THREE TIMES A DAY” He, Chef Hatchet was his name, instructed,” AND YOU’LL EAT IT THREE TIMES A DAY!!”
He looked over the campers, “GRAB YOUR TRAY, GET YOUR FOOD, AND SIT YOUR BUTTS DOWN NOW!”
“Excuse me, sir,” Ezekiel was first in line, next Harold, “Will we be gettin’ all of the major food groups? My dad says that they’re important for a growin’ boy, eh.”
Harold nodded, “Yeah, ‘cause I get hypoglycemic real bad if I don’t get enough sugar.”
As Chef listened to the two and plopped their glop onto their trays, his eyes began to twitch. With every word his anger was fueled, before answering them “You’ll get a lot of SHUT THE HECK UP!”
The two boys grabbed their trays and scrambled to their seats, as Owen lent down to Noah, “Have a Cow.” He whispered.
Noah smirked, but both recoiled at Chef’s acknowledgment, “WHAT WAS THAT?”
Chef glared as he gestured for Owen, “Come Closer Fat Boy, I Didn’t Hear You.”
Owen shuffled nervously over with his tray, “Uh, I.. Well I didn’t really say anything important…”
Chef handed him his food, “I’m Sure You Didn’t.”
Chef looked down at Noah as the boy got his food, “YOU!” Noah stopped and looked up to the man, “Scrawny Kid. Give Me Your Tray.” He obliged before frowning as Chef piled more slop onto his plate. It took a couple tries though, since the goop seemed to keep clinging its way back to the ladle. The third time this happened, Chef smacked his Ladle against the tray, silencing the beast- I mean, food. Noah held his tray arms length as he eyed it cautiously, walking to take his seat.
Next in line was Eva followed by Leshawna. Leshawna smiled at Eva, “Hey, Girl, How’s it Goin’?”
Eva glanced at Leshawna before grabbing her food and walking away. This, surprisingly, came across a little offensive. Crazy, I know. “Oh? It’s Gonna be like That, is it?” Leshawna glared at Eva as she made her way to her table.
Before anything else could arise from this Chef called out a “NEXT!”
This shot was followed by Eva sitting in the confessional. She had her arms crossed and her signature look on her face, “Maybe ignoring that Gopher girl was a little ‘Rude’” She brought her hands up for air-quotes, before pressing her thumb against her chest, “But I didn’t come here to make friends, especially not with losers from the enemy team. And if she has any sense under that ponytail, she’d understand.”
And with that the focus was back on the Main Lodge, with Lindsay and Gwen waiting for their food.
Lindsay looked down at her meal, “Excuse me, but my nutritionist says that I can’t have anything with White Sugar; White Flour; Or like, Dairy?”
Chef glared at her as she made her list, as Gwen examined what passed as food, “I don’t think that’ll be a problem.” Assured the goth.
Lindsay smiled at her, “Cool!” she then grabbed her tray and made her way to sit.
“Okay, I hate to be predictable and complain on the first day,” Gwen looked up at Chef, “But I think mine just moved.”
Chef locked eyes with her as he brought up his meat mallet and crashed it down onto Gwen’s dish, splattering maybe meat all over her. “Right! Okay Then!” She said, thoroughly startled, as she grabbed her no longer moving food and scurried away.
The teams sat together, poking at their meals, debating if taking a bite was worth the risk, when Chris finally arrived “Welcome to the Main Lodge!”
“Yo, my man,” Geoff turned to Chris, “Can we order a pizza or something?” As he spoke those final words a kitchen knife soared through the air, missing Geoff's ear by just a hair and lodging itself into the wall. Geoff flipped around to find Chef glowering at him, with a second knife held firmly in his hand. His eyes widened in fear as he spoke, “WOAH! It’s Cool, G! Brown Slop Is Cool!!”
Everyone nodded in mandatory agreement, as Chris continued as though nothing had happened, “Your first Challenge begins,” He turned to walk away, throwing up single finger into the air, “ in One Hour!”
Ezekiel looked towards his team, “What do you think they’re gonna make us do, eh?”
“It’s our first challenge,” Bridgette smiled, “How hard can it be.”
The camera next found the teens standing around and dressed in their swimsuits.
Standing around on 1,000 ft cliff.
This, just possibly, maybe, could be just a teeny tiny bit….. Hard.