A white boat ran on the water, the moderate-level waves were hitting the sides of the carrier. Dark areas in the ocean were there to signal there being fish. The brown railings on the rim of the boat held durable as a person hanged over them with a green face. They groaned as the boat proceeded to go faster.

"Holy crap… This is the worst one yet–Ow!" The person complained as they held their stomach, a young masculine voice coming from the figure.

The person was a teenage boy with a lean build, ivory white skin, short and brushed up jet black hair, and deep sea blue eyes. His attire was a red plaid flannel shirt, a grey v-neck undershirt, light blue slim-fit jeans with small tears on the thighs, and white high-tops with black laces. He also had on a white wristband on his right arm and black stretched lobe ear piercings.

The turbulence that the boat experienced jerked him to the side by his things as he fell down weakly, "Son of a ow!"

He reached a hand up to the railing and pulled himself up with maximum effort. His tired eyes landed on an island that was approaching closely. He squinted his eyes to gain a better look and spotted a dock with people standing around with luggage his age.

He adopted a blank but ill expression as the boat inches closer to the island. That's right. His aunt and uncle signed him up for this reality TV show or something that he can do instead of laying in bed all day for the summer and browsing the internet. He thought it would be a good idea to go outside and get some sunshine, but…

"I should've known I had to ride in something to get to where I'm supposed to be. What was I thinking–Oof! ...I hate my life." He muttered as he clutched his stomach.

Soon, the boat arrived near the docks, a man with awesome black hair, a fresh blue collared shirt, and green pants for outdoors. He had the brightest grin out there as he gestured to the boy in the boat, "And last but certainly not least, our twenty-third competitor: Drake! Welcome to camp, Drake!"

Drake weakly raised his head, exposing his green face to the audience. The twenty-two other campers widened their eyes at the sight of him.

"Woah! Dude, you alright?" Asked a male around Drake's height with concern. He had blonde hair, a green cowboy hat, a pink shirt left unbuttoned that exposed his upper body, and blue shorts.

"You look like crap, man." Said another boy in the pool of teenagers bluntly. He had black hair fixed in a green mohawk with multiple piercings on his face, a black t-shirt with a skull design, blue pants, and a spiked choker on his neck.

A pale girl with black hair and teal streaks in it, dressed in dark clothing gasped as she stared up at the boy. Drake groaned as he reached down to his feet to grab his bag. His body climbed the railings without the use of his hands and fell onto the wooden planks down below harshly, but better than staying on the boat.

"I think I'm dying," He muttered with his face buried in the floor. Drake got up eventually and brushed himself off, "Just...give me a minute to recuperate."

"Well, a minute is all we have since your boat decided to be five minutes late!" The only adult male among teenagers yelled at the boat which flared its horn in a comeback before driving away. The man bent forward and grabbed Drake's arm to pull him up on his feet.

Drake took a second to see who it was and found it to be Chris McLean, the host of the show, standing next to him with a smile. Drake paid no more mind to him and made his way to the other kids.

"Drake!" Drake heard a feminine voice somewhere in the campers. He finally found who was calling out to him, staring at the girl from earlier.

"...Gwen?" He asked, very confused on why she's here.

The girl, Gwen, smiled when he said her name as she made her way over to him, "Hey, it's been a while! Folks got you to join this junk fest of a summer camp too?"

Drake sighed and rubbed his head, the green in his face fading, "Yep. I tried to talk them out of it, but like always...I failed."

The goth girl chuckled with a hand to her mouth, "Yeah, same here. But, at least the two of us are here together, right? It's not all that bad now."

The boy scoffed, "Believe me, you won't be saying that for much longer. I don't think we're not aware of what we just signed up for."

The two frowned, Gwen wondering if he's right. Chris clapped, gaining their attention back to him. A boy to the side with black hair rose an eyebrow with a frown at the close proximity the two had. He wore a green camo shirt with a black handprint on it and black pants.

"First things always first! We'll need a group photo for the promos. Everyone, get your butts to the end of the dock!" Chris spun an arm and pointed to where they had to stand.

Drake held his right wrist in his left hand as he rolled his fist around, something he's prone to do whenever he is feeling up for something to do. He found himself at the middle row along with Gwen who stood by him.

Chris jumped on another boat that was already there, camera in hand, "Okay…"

Gwen smiled and rested an arm on Drake's shoulder to pose for the shot. The male with the green shirt was beside them, frowning again at how close they were. The rest also smiled, Drake feeling like the lone wolf since he wasn't smiling at the time. The boy with the cowboy hat from earlier was behind him, bending down to whisper.

"Yo, broski." He startled Drake as the black-haired boy turned his head to glance at him with one eye.

"Uh, need something?"

"Just wanna know what's up with you and hot goth chick over here." He eyed said girl and made sure his voice was very quiet so Gwen wouldn't hear their...conversation.

Drake took a moment to process what he said, "Goth? ...Oh, you mean Gwen. We've been friends since we were small back at home, is that what you were looking for?"

He heard him laugh in his ear softly, "Naw, dude! I mean...like in a relationship sort of thing... Sweethearts, bro!"

Drake rose an eyebrow, confused, "No, we're not. Best friends, yeah. But nothing farther than that."

"Gotcha. I'm Geoff, by the way." Geoff offered a fist bump to Drake who reciprocated the friendly gesture.

"Drake." He smiled thinly, pretty glad to have made a new friend on the first day.

"One, two, three–woah, sorry! I always forget the lens cap!" Chris said, the campers frowning as he unclipped the cap off the lens.

"Alright, hold that pose! One, two–oh, no. Card's full!" Chris delayed some more, although still grinning like an idiot.

"Come on man," Drake heard a loud voice that belonged to a girl on the other side of the group, "my face is startin' to freeze!"

Drake caught a glimpse of her dark skin and black hair tied in a ponytail. She wore a yellow shirt with kumquats on it and blue shorts.

A creaking sound caught his attention. Drake lowered his gaze to the floor and saw a plank rise dangerously out of place. His blue eyes widened, nervous sweat appearing on his face.

"Uh…" He said smartly, Gwen turning to him with a confused expression.

"Huh?"

"Sorry for the delay! Okay, everyone say: Wawanakwa!"

"Wawanak–AH!" Everyone sunk in the ocean, drenched to the bone. Drake only had his lower body in the water, saving his head and chest. He grabbed on to a plank just in the nick of time before it all went down.

Gwen swam with her own plank to keep her afloat, a scowl on her face, "Just great."

"That was awesome!" Said another loud feminine voice. She had orange hair, a green tank top, and a green skirt, "Let's go again!"

Drake heard bubbling sounds near him, finding Geoff lifting his head out of the water. His hat was soaked but he was still smiling, "Woah, wicked!"

Chris was laughing at every single one of them, much to their chagrin, "Okay guys! Dry off and meet me at the campfire pit in ten!"

Drake was way ahead of them, already made it to the shore as the rest followed him. Geoff wringed his hat out, fixing it like that. Gwen shook in her spot, shivering as the water made her cold.

"I don't like this…" She sang, already fed up with Chris since the start. Drake sighed and shook the water off of his skin like a dog.

"Trust me, it could be way worse than that." He said to her as he made his way to camp. Geoff passed up Gwen to follow him. The goth humphed and made her way over too.

Gwen leaned her head forward to look at Drake with a teasing grin, "So, looks like you haven't gotten over your little problem?"

Drake huffed and crossed his arms, "Hey, motion sickness is a very common and understandable problem in most people."

"In most people, meaning you're one of the unlucky few with it." Gwen shot, Drake groaning in defeat. She laughed and grabbed his arm in a playful manner.

Later, everyone was already at the pit as Chris walked on camera. Drake stood as did most like Geoff and the boy with the green mohawk. Gwen sat down on a stump in front of Drake.

Drake tapped the front of his right shoe on the ground behind him, cracking his knuckles.

"You look raring to go." Geoff said, impressed with Drake's spirit.

Said boy turned to him with a blank face, "I've always learned to keep my guard up along with a straight, unmoving posture when something's about to happen no matter what it is. He may not be the best person on the planet, but my uncle knows what he's doing."

"Huh." The party boy said, taking note of Drake's ambition.

"This," Chris started, spreading his arms out, "is Camp Wawanakwa! You're home for the next eight weeks. Take note of those around you now, for they will be your soon-to-be cabin mates, competition, or maybe even your friends...if you're lucky enough that is! We clear?"

Drake glanced everywhere around him, seeing the pierced male raise a fist at a boy with auburn hair, glasses, green pants, and a t-shirt with a hamburger design on it. He rose an eyebrow at the scene, unconsciously cracking his forefinger.

"The camper that manages to last the longest on camp without getting voted off," Chris paused for an effect, "will win one hundred thousand dollars!"

"That's quite possibly the only reason why we're all here right now," Drake thought, tapping a foot in wait for more information to memorize.

"Excuse me," Said the male with the mohawk, "what would the sleeping arrangements be like? I'd really like to request a bunk under her!"

He pointed to a girl with black hair, wearing a red top and green shorts. She looked disgusted with him and looked to Chris pleadingly, "They're not...co-ed, are they?"

"No way." Chris said finally, "Boys get one side of the cabin and girls get the other."

"Oh, thank God." Gwen muttered, putting her head down. Drake chuckled at her relief, which earned one back from Gwen too.

"Hey, Kyle?" Drake heard a girl with her hand raised. She has long blonde hair with a blue hairpiece, a brown shirt, an orange skirt, and brown cowgirl boots.

"Can I have the cabin with a lake view since I'm the prettiest?" She closed her eyes as she smiled, knowing it's true.

"Alright, you are," Chris stopped and put his arms to his chest and crossed them with a light glare, "but I'm afraid that's not how it works here. And FYI, it's Chris."

"These questions do not pertain to anything important...at all." Drake said exasperatedly, Gwen nodding in agreement at her friend with a bored expression.

"I have to live with Sadie, or I'll die!"

"And I'll break out in hives. It's true!

Drake's attention was temporarily brought to two identical girls, clothing-wise. The first one was tall and had brown skin and black hair in pigtails, wearing a zebra-striped top and pink shorts. The second one was short and pudgy with white skin, wearing the same thing as the first girl.

Drake's brows shot up with confusion. Gwen turned to him with a look of disbelief and spoke loudly.

"This cannot be happening."

Drake sighed and facepalmed, annoyed just as much as Gwen, "We're just gonna have to put up with it...for now. I mean, this is some sort of elimination show, right? We'll have to play our cards just perfectly to ensure our safety here. Soon, it'll probably just be you, me, and a few others who aren't as bad."

The goth girl sighed and rolled her eyes, deciding to stick with Drake's plan.

"Oh, come on guys," A big male said cheerfully and hooked his arms around Drake and Gwen's necks, "It'll be a lot of fun! It's like one, giant sleepover! Ha ha!"

The boy had blonde hair, dressed in a white shirt with a blue maple leaf and green shorts. Like before, he had a big build to him.

Drake grunted, trying to pry the boy's arm from his neck, "Y-You're choking me here!"

The male felt Drake tapping his arm and let go of the two, Gwen glaring at him, "Oh–woops! Sorry guys!"

Drake brushed himself off with a blank look and addressed the big guy, "Um, it's fine. It didn't hurt that much."

The blonde chuckled, "I try to be careful around others. I'm Owen!"

Drake shook his hand, "Drake."

"Here's the deal," Chris said with a hand raised, "We were originally going to split you guys up into two teams, but since there is an odd number here... we've decided to just get right down to business to-day!"

Gwen widened her eyes and turned to Drake, stammering with her speech, "W-What does he mean by that?"

Drake shrugged at her question and kept his blank eyes on the host who was grinning from ear to ear.

"You guys have a challenge! Right here, right now! Today's loser will be today's first elimination, effectively turning the number to even so it will make things easier on us!" Chris said with a cheer, earning shocked looks from the campers.

"What?! You can't do that!" Said a loud, feminine voice. The girl had brown skin, neat brown hair, a grey blouse, and green pants.

"Oh, but I can!" Chris laughed at their astonished faces. He was getting a huge kick out of this, Drake could tell. The boy narrowed his eyes, the thought of losing on the first day.

He will certainly not lose on the first day. He forbids it. He'll make sure Gwen survives whatever happens as well.

Suddenly, the twenty-three campers heard insane laughter. Chris was holding his stomach with a comical sinister grin, his eyes glinting with madness.

Then he spoke, "Your guys challenge will be…"

The cameras panned over the campsite and focused in on a black mountain in the background, bright, glowing red streaks at the peak, "Instead of snowboarding, it's Volcano Boarding! Slide down on a real-life active volcano all the way to the bottom!"

Everyone gaped at the insane, psychotic idea of a "challenge". Geoff gulped, sweating nervously. Owen outright screamed in terror. Gwen fell to her knees in extreme regret. Drake was right all along.

Drake narrowed his eyes even further, sweat dripping from his neck in slight fear, "Boarding down a real, active volcano… That's not a challenge... That's suicide."