The island was entirely silent, aside from the chitter of birds and occasional snap of a twig under the foot of a wild animal. It was completely devoid of human influence... if you forgot about the cameras on almost every tree, ready to record it's future residents every moves, the cabins that, despite being newly built, looked ready to fall apart, the dining hall, with it's filthy kitchen and cold interior, and the dock, where a man stood, his eyes small and beady, his hair a jet black, his skin ever so slightly tanned, and a 5 o'clock shadow decorating his face.
There was a wide grin on his face, and he spoke directly to the camera focusing in on him.
"Yo! We're coming at you live from Camp Wawanakwa, somewhere in Muskoka, Ontario!" He walked down the dock as he spoke, eventually coming to a stop near a large sign that said 'Camp Wawanakwa.' "I'm your host, Chris McLean, dropping season one of the hottest new reality show on television right now! Here's the deal." The man gestured out to the lake behind the camera, causing it to turn around. There, in the distance, was an old, rusted boat, heading straight for Camp Wawanakwa.
"Eighteen campers have signed up to spend a night at a summer camp of their choosing, courtesy of Summer Fun Inc. What they don't know, however, is that they have actually signed up to stay here, at Camp Wawanakwa, for the whole summer!" The camera swung back around to face Chris, as he tried to stop himself from laughing at the camper's misfortune. "They'll compete in challenges against each other, then have to face the judgement of their fellow campers.
"Every three days, one team will either win a reward, or watch one of their members walk down the dock of shame, take a ride on the loser boat-" his façade cracked, if only for a moment, as he laughed a little bit, "and leave Camp TV for good." By now Chris had walked off the dock and towards a campfire nearby, where there were around ten stumps facing the lake, an empty oil drum in front of them, a blanket of trees behind.
"Their fate will be decided here, at the dramatic campfire ceremony where all campers but one will receive a marshmallow. In the end, only one will be left standing, and will be rewarded with cheesy tabloid fame, and a small fortune which, lets face it, they'll probably blow in a week." Chris began walking off again, the cameraman following him closely behind.
"To survive, they'll have to battle black flies, grizzly bears, disgusting food..." as he said this, he walked past the dining hall, just as a large black man wearing a filthy, greasy apron walked out, handing him a bowl of live grubs. Chris visibly grimaced, but tried his best to turn it into a smile out of fear that the other man would beat him up otherwise.
"And each other." Chris threw out the grubs as soon as he was sure he was out of the other man's eyesight. "Every moment will be caught on one of the hundreds of cameras situated around the camp." He finally made his way back to the dock, where the boat from before had almost made it to the docks. "Who will crumble under pressure? Find out right now, on Camp TV!"
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After a brief cut, where Chris' makeup had been touched up ever so slightly, the show continued, as the rusted boat finally reached it's destination. "Welcome back to Camp TV! Alright, it's time to meet our first nine campers. We told them they'd be staying at a five star resort-" he snickered, "so if they seem a little T.O-ed, that's probably why."
A short, brown-haired girl, with a pair of thick-rimmed rectangular glasses resting on her nose, and a toothy grin plastered on her face. "Beth, what's up?" Chris asked, turning his attention towards the contestants.
The grin on Beth's face somehow managed to grow even bigger as she realised that this was, in fact, happening, and not a dream. "It's wonderful to meet you!" She exclaimed, her excitement clear in her voice. After staring at the host for a bit, her grin shrunk a little. "Wow, you're much shorter in real life."
"Uh... thanks." Chris said. As Beth walked away, another contestant stepped off the boat. He had a red baseball cap facing backwards, covering the hair on his head. He was six foot at least, slightly overweight, and had dark brown skin, hidden beneath two layers of jackets. There was a kind smile on his face. "DJ, my man!" Chris yelled out at the contestant, holding his hand up for a high five.
DJ smiled, walking over and high fiving him. "How's it going, Chris?" DJ took a quick look at the camp in front of him, his smile dropping a little. "Hey, you sure you've got the right place?"
Chris chuckled. "Yo, dog, this is it! Camp Wawanakwa!" He ushered DJ along as he muttered something under his breath about how it looked a lot different on the application form, and another contestant stepped off the boat, a scowl on her face. Her dark red hair was cut short just above her shoulders, her green eyes giving off no emotion as she walked down the dock. "Hey Gwen!"
Gwen shot Chris a glare before continuing on her way, standing a fair distance away from Beth and DJ, who were having a friendly conversation about their favourite animals. The next contestant flipped his way off the boat, landing perfectly on the dock with his bags, his cowboy hat managing to stay on his head. He had blonde hair and a pink button up shirt that had been left open, showing off his body. "Chris McLean! 'Sup, man? It's an honour to meet you man!" He chuckled, smiling.
Chris shot a pair of finger guns at the contestant, "Geoffster! Welcome to the island, man." They shared a high five, before Geoff walked over to the other three and stood next to Gwen, seeing as she was alone and he wanted to keep her company. The next contestant walked off the boat, a tall, thin girl with long blonde hair held back with a blue bandanna covered in white spots. "Everyone! This is Lindsay!" Chris said, gesturing towards the girl.
Lindsay gave everyone a sweet smile, although it appeared ever so slightly strained. "Hi everyone!" She waved as she made her way down the docks to the others. Another contestant hopped off the boat soon after. She had short black hair tied up into two pigtails and was slightly chubby, with a more genuine smile on her face and deep black eyes.
"Heather! Welcome." Chris said. The girl gave a shy wave, before rushing over to stand next to Lindsay. Lindsay seemed to look ever so slightly disgusted for a few seconds, before smiling just as she had before. They talked briefly, before another contestant tossed his bags into the dock and got off the boat. He had a bright green Mohawk and teal eyes, with multiple facial piercings and a goatee. "Duncan! Dude!" Chris said, a cheeky grin on his face.
"I don't like..." Duncan raised a fist, anger evident on his face, "...surprises." He walked over to Chris, as if threatening him, but Chris just chuckled and crossed his arms.
"Yeah, your parole officer warned me about that, man." His grin turned into a smirk. "He also told me to give him a holler any time and he'd have you returned to juvie." Duncan rolled his eyes and walked down the dock after picking his bag back up. He flirted with Lindsay and Gwen, but realised very quickly that neither were interested.
A scream of excitement could be heard as another contestant, with brown hair and ape-like facial features, flew through the air with his bags, a pair of skis still attached to his feet, right into the pile of luggage that everyone had formed at the dock. A few of the other contestants seemed to cringe in either second-hand embarrassment or pain. One of the bags flew into the water, causing Lindsay to get drenched, from head to toe. "Ugh! My shoes!" She screamed, trying to shake the water off of herself.
"Wicked wipeout, man!" Chris yelled, and a fist could be seen being held up in victory from amongst the pile, before it gave a thumbs up. This seemed to relieve a few of the contestants. Lindsay began to walk off to the island to find a place to dry, but Chris stopped her, whilst also trying to contain his laughter.
A sigh could be heard from behind him, and so Chris turned around. Standing there, was a tall and lanky contestant, with red hair and thick glasses similar to Beth's. He carried a keyboard under his arm and looked around a bit, not saying anything. "Welcome to camp, Harold."
After a few awkward moments of silence, Beth spoke. "What's he looking at?" She asked no one in particular. Harold turned his attention back at Chris.
"So you mean this is all at some crappy summer camp, and not at a big stage, or something?" He asked.
"You've got it!" Chris pointed his finger guns towards the tall teen.
"Yes!" Harold pumped up a fist in victory, before walking down the dock. "That is so much more favourable to my skills!" Chris gave him a confused look, before turning back to the boat.
"Contestant number nine is Trent!" He said, motioning towards a guy with black hair and light green eyes walking down the dock. He gave the host a warm smile, as he walked down the dock with his luggage in his hands.
"Hey, it's good to meet you man! I saw you on that figure skating show, you were pretty cool!" Trent said. He turned his attention towards the other contestants and gave them all a wave, "Hey! How's it going, everyone?" All the contestants just gave him a blank stare, aside from Duncan, who seemed to find something about Trent ever so slightly amusing.
When he realised he wasn't going to get even a wave back, Trent walked down the docks and decided to stand next to Duncan after adding his luggage to the pile, seeing as he had been the only one to have some sort of human response to his greeting.
Another contestant made their way down the docks. She had blonde hair in braids held back by a headband and wore a blue jumper, with ripped denim shorts. She held her luggage in one hand and a longboard in the other. "Hey, what's up?" She said, stopping next to Chris.
"Alright, our surfer chick! Bridgette!" Duncan scoffed and a few people turned to look at him.
"Nice board. This isn't Malibu." He said, sarcasm dripping from his every word. Bridgette shrugged, still holding onto her board.
"I thought we were going to be on a beach." She said, before walking over and resting her luggage on the pile. There were beaches on the island, however, they were all absolutely filthy, and most certainly not good surfing territory.
The eleventh contestant walked down the docks, carrying his luggage along behind him. He wore preppy attire, mainly in reds and blues, and had slightly tanned skin and dark brown hair. He wore a pair of glasses that looked as if they had seen better days, and had a frown on his face. "Next camper is; Noah!" Chris said, the cheery tone in his voice made that much more prominent, most likely to annoy the teen.
"You got my memo about my life threatening allergies?" He asked, his voice monotone, but his annoyance still managing to come through. Chris chuckled and shrugged. Noah looked as if he was about to let out another remark, but decided against it as he walked down the docks and stood as far away as he could from the others, crossing his arms.
Another camper made their way to the docks. She had black hair tied back into a ponytail, with dark skin and deep, black eyes. "'Sup y'all? LeShawna's in the house!" She yelled, strutting down the dock as if it were a catwalk, a smug smile on her face. She threw her luggage onto the pile and made her way over to what appeared to be Lindsay's makeshift group, including Lindsay, Heather, and Tyler.
"I've never seen a girl like your in real life before..." Tyler mumbled, a distant look on his face as he vaguely stared in LeShawna's direction.
"What's that s'posed to mean?" LeShawna asked, an eyebrow raised.
"Well, it's just... you're really big. And loud." He replied, as if he were stating the obvious. When he noticed LeShawna's mad face, he raised his arms up as if to surrender and backed up a little. "Have a cow. What's the big deal?" This did not seem to make LeShawna any less cross.
"Excuse me? What did you just say to me?" She rolled up the non-existent sleeves on her top as she got ready to beat him up. "You haven't seen anything yet! I'll show you big, baby!" After that, LeShawna pounced on him and began beating him up. Lindsay tried to pry the two apart, yet to no avail.
Chris ignored the fight and instead turned his attention to two girls who had just gotten off the boat. "Ladies! Sadie," he gestured to the girl on the right, with denim shorts and red hair that flicked up at the ends, with a giant grin on her face, "Katie," he then gestured to the girl on the left, with long brown pants and brown hair in a short bob, her grin matching Sadie's, "Welcome to your new home for eight weeks!" Chris then spun around and pointed at the cabins behind him.
"Oh my gosh, Sadie, look!" Katie pointed at the cabins in excitement. "It's a summer camp!"
Sadie latched herself onto Katie's arm and hopped from foot to foot lightly, clearly just as excited as her friend. "I've always wanted to go to summer camp!" She lets out a little squeal, and then the two girls giggle, as if they had just shared an inside joke. They grab their bags and run down the dock, chatting excitedly about what they thought it would be like.
Chris scratched at the back of his neck in confusion, then turns his head to see another camper waiting at the docks. He had brown hair combed back neatly, and wore prep attire similar to Noah's, except mainly in greens. He looked around with a look of intrigue on his face, as if he'd never seen the outside world before. "Ezekiel! What's up, man?" Chris raised his hand, expecting a high five.
Instead, Ezekiel looked up at the sky and pointed, a small smile appearing on his face. "I think I see a bird!" He said, the excited tone in his voice matching that of a five-year-old finally counting to twenty in order for the first time. A few of the other contestants chuckled at his obliviousness.
Chris rested a hand on Ezekiel's shoulder and looked him in the eyes, his expression a mix of sympathy and slight annoyance. "Look dude, I know you don't get out much, been homeschooled your whole life," Ezekiel nodded, his smile becoming slightly bigger, "raised by freaky prairie people, just don't say too much and try not to get kicked off too early." He patted Ezekiel on the back as he gave him a nod, before walking down the dock.
The next contestant to get off the boat had teal eyes and short brown hair, the majority of it hidden underneath an orange beanie. He had a necklace with a crescent moon on it, and seemed confused as to whether to dress as a hipster, jock, or nerd. "Cody! The Codester! The Codemeister!" Chris said, shooting finger guns towards Cody the whole time.
Cody shifted his weight from foot to foot, an uncomfortable smile on his face. "I'd rather not be called that? Like, the last two things. It brings back memories of eighth grade." A nervous chuckle seemed to happen on almost every word he spoke, although he tried to cover it up by clearing his throat at the end. His smile became more of a genuine one as he walked down the dock, eyeing the other contestants. After seeing Noah, he sped up a little, standing next to him and chatting a little after dropping off his bags.
"Woohoo! Chris! What's happenin'?" A large, blonde boy who's hair was cut just as it reached his shoulders yelled into Chris' ear, causing him to turn around in shock. He wore a shirt that said 'Keg Me' in teal lettering, and finished his sentence with a hearty chuckle. "This is awesome! Woohoo!" He raised a fist into the air, lifting his left foot into the air in the process.
"Owen! Welcome!" Chris shouted back, attempting to match the teen's enthusiasm. Owen reached down and gave Chris a hug, holding him so tight that an audible crunch sound could be heard.
"Awesome to be here man! Yeah!" Chris' face was contorted into one of pain as Owen continued to hold him in a bear hug. "So..."
"Awesome?" Gwen finally spoke, her sarcastic tone shining through, with her arms crossed across her torso.
"Yeah! Awesome!" Owen yelled once more, before letting Chris go and rushing down the dock, letting out another loud cheer as he did so.
Chris brushed himself off, before looking at the contestants, all lined up on the other end of the docks. "Firth things first: we need a group photo for the promos. Everyone, come to this end of the docks!" He said, climbing onto the boat and searching around for his camera, as the campers made their way down the wooden docks.
After finding it, Chris turned around and everyone posed for their photo to be taken. "Okay! One, two, three!" He said. However, when he pressed the button to take the photo, there was no flash. "Oops!" He chuckled a little. "Okay, forgot the lens cap!" He said, pointing at the camera. Chris pressed a different button, and then went back to taking the photo. "Okay, hold that pose! One. Two- ugh." Chris drew his face back from the camera yet again, looking at it with slight disgust. "Card's full."
Noah rolled his eyes. "Would you please just hurry up? My cheeks are starting to ache, and I think this is the longest I've ever had to smile in my entire life." He said, a snarl almost working it's way onto his face.
"Got it!" Chris said, a grin replacing his old grimace. "Okay, everyone say, 'Wawanakwa'!"
The campers all began to yell out, "Wawanakwa!" just as the dock beneath them gave way. Everyone fell into the water below, and began to hurriedly swim towards the show, causing Chris to chuckle as he took pictures of the struggling campers. He then walked off the boat onto what remained of the docks, and headed to the island.
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Chris met up with all the campers once more at the campfire pit after the had managed to dry off. Cody took a seat next to Noah, who attempted to ignore his presence. "Hey, dude, you okay? You seem kinda out of it." He asked, about to place a hand on the other boy's back, but deciding against it at the last second. It's not like they were friends; they had only known each other for perhaps a minute, maximum.
Noah just scoffed and shrugged him off, although he did seem less cold towards Cody than he had been beforehand. "This is Camp Wawanakwa, your home for the next eight weeks!" Chris yelled out towards the campers, causing both Noah and Cody to pay attention to the host in front of them. "The campers sitting around you will be your cabin mates, your competition, and maybe even your friends, ya dig?"
A few campers glanced at one another as Chris finished his sentence, some more appreciative of the friendly glances than others. Duncan gave Harold, who had been looking in his general direction, a glare, and Harold quickly got the message.
"The camper who manages to stay on Camp TV the longest without getting voted off will win $100,000!" Chris said, raising his arms up, as if presenting the money to all the campers already. Cody, who had been off drying his beanie when Chris had explained what was going off to the rest of the campers, had a confused look on his face, which Noah had seemed to notice.
"Considering you're here, I'm guessing you signed up for some special summer camp that seemed to be tailored to your every need?" Cody nodded. "Yeah, well, turns out, that was just a cover-up for Chris here to send a bunch of us teens onto some reality tv show."
"Damn. Isn't that illegal or something?" Cody asked, causing Noah to chuckle, covering his mouth as he did so.
"It would be if it weren't for the fine print. And, before you ask, we can't sue him on the grounds of false advertising, since we all came here expecting a summer camp, and that's pretty much exactly what we got." Noah smirked, and Cody sighed, holding his head up with his arm.
Duncan stepped forward, a hand on his hip, and a smug smile on his face. "What would the sleeping arrangements be? Because I'd like to request a bunk under her." He pointed towards Lindsay, who tried to hold back a look of disgust forming on her face.
"Please tell me they aren't co-ed." She said, clearly disturbed. Chris chuckled in response.
"Of course they aren't. Girls get one side of each cabin, and dudes get the other." Lindsay let out a sigh of relief. Then, her face brightened up as she thought of something else.
"Um, Chris, could I have a cabin with the lake view, since I'm the prettiest?" She batted her eyelashes and tried to put on her sweetest smile to try and get Chris to do what she wanted.
"Okay you are. But that's not really how things work around here." Lindsay huffed and kicked at the dirt, pouting at Chris' response. Katie and Sadie looked at each other and held each other's hands, before Katie spoke up.
"Sadie and I have to live together, or I'll... I'll die!" Katie said, playing up the dramatics by putting her free hand over her heart.
"And I'll break out in hives!" Sadie said, picking at the a stray piece of bark on the log she was sitting on. "It's true!"
"This cannot be happening." Gwen muttered, her head resting on her hand, a bored look on her face. Geoff chuckled at her remark, as he was sitting close enough to here, and Gwen got a little smile on her face.
"At least you don't have to sleep next to him." Geoff said, pointing over to Duncan, who currently had a dear in a headlock as he rubbed its head aggressively. Gwen grimaced a bit, before looking back at Geoff as if to say 'good point'.
"Here's the deal." Chris said, after being handed a list from an intern. "We're going to split you guys up into two teams, if I call your name out, go stand over there." The host pointed over to the left of the campfire pit, closest to the cabins. "Gwen, Geoff, Heather, Cody, Lindsay, Ezekiel, Noah, Owen, And... Trent!" Everyone who got called out stood up and walked over to the left of the campfire. "From this moment on, you are now officially known as the Screaming Gophers!"
Chris tossed open a green piece of fabric, which Owen caught and then unraveled. On it was a yellow logo with a gopher on it, the same colour as the rest of the flag. "Yeah! Woo!" He called out, doing a little happy dance on the spot.
"The rest of you, over here!" He pointed towards the right side. "Bridgette, DJ, Tyler, LeShawna, Sadie, Katie, Duncan, Harold, and Beth! Move, move, move!" Chris yelled out, and everyone ran as fast as they could just so he would stop yelling. Katie and Sadie gave each other a big hug and squealed, overjoyed they were on the same team.
"You guys will officially be known as..." Chris tossed a red piece of fabric to Harold, who quickly unfurled it. On it was a bass with an angry look on it's face coloured dark green, which was on a green circle similar to the colour of the Screaming Gopher's flag. "...the Killer Bass!"
"It's awesome..." Harold gawked, although he showed no signs of being impressed on his face. "...amazing..."
"Alright campers, you guys will be on camera in all public areas during this competition." Chris said, before the cameras cut to static. The campers watched him run off and quickly followed him to two outhouses, both of which seemed to have been built back before functioning, flushable toilets existed. Chris was then shown by a camera inside the outhouse.
Confessionals Start
"You will also be able to share your inner-most thoughts on tape with video diaries, any time you want!" Chris said. "Let the audience at home know what you're really thinking." He winked. "Or! Just get something off your chest."
"Um... okay..." Gwen looked anywhere but the camera, with her arms crossed tight on her torso, and one leg propped over the other. "So far this sucks. Really badly."
"Everyone here seems to be ogling me. Well, all the guys anyway. Excluding that tanned kid. What's his name? Nigel?" Lindsay snickered. "Not like I care anyway. That's just making it that much easier for me down the road."
A duck was seen putting on bright pink lipstick with a name label on its side; Lindsay. The duck seemed as if it was using the confessional camera as a mirror, until it opened it's eyes and stared at it in shock, before rushing out, dropping the lipstick in the process.
"Hey everyone, check this out. I have something very important to say." Owen said, pointing at himself with one hand, propping his other one up on his hip. He got up and let out a fart, before laughing close to the camera.
Confessionals End
"Alright! Any questions?" Chris asked, standing with the rest of the campers by the campfire pit yet again. He did not wait for any of the campers to raise their hands, however. "Cool. Let's find your cabins!" He walked off, the eighteen contestants following closely behind. "Gophers, you're in the east cabin," he gestured towards the right, "Bass, you're in the west!"
Everyone dragged their luggage along with them, aside from Lindsay, who, thanks to the combined efforts of Heather and Tyler, didn't have to carry anything. Cody searched through the crowd for Noah, and after finally spotting him, rushed over. "Hey! We're on the same team! That's pretty cool, huh?" Cody asked, a big grin on his face.
Noah rolled his eyes. "I guess." They walked side by side in silence for a little bit, before Noah spoke once again. "Why do you keep wanting to talk to me?"
Cody shrugged. "I dunno. I guess you're just kind of attractive." After he uttered the second half, Cody's face instantly grew red and he put his palm to his forehead repeatedly, hitting himself. "Oh my god, I'm so so sorry! I meant that in a friendly way! As in, like, I find you just a sort of friendly magnet kinda person! Oh god, I swear I didn't mean it like that!" He stopped walking as he continued to try and apologise, flapping his arms all over the place as if that would make him more comprehensible.
Noah chuckled in response, raising one eyebrow as a smirk grew on his face. "I don't know why on earth you'd think I, of all people, could possible be a people person, but I digress. I kinda guessed you didn't mean you found me physically appealing based on the way you were looking at Ms. Boobs-Bigger-Than-Her-Head earlier, anyways." Cody sighed in relief and continued to walk alongside Noah, this time trying to make small talk as to avoid messing up his words again.
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Lindsay stepped into the girl's side of the Gophers cabin and looked around, slightly disgusted. "Bunk beds? Isn't that a little... oh, I don't know... summer camp?"
Gwen pushed past her, rolling her eyes as Lindsay let out an annoyed, high-pitched grunt. "That's the idea, genius." She laid her bags down on one of the bottom bunks, before taking a seat on it.
Lindsay looked like she wanted to say something insulting to the redhead's sarcastic remark, but decided against it. Heather and Tyler walked in, carrying Lindsay's bags and putting them on the top bunk of the blonde's choosing, which was okay for Tyler, not so much for Heather, who did not have the same amount of upper body strength as the jock.
"What's he doing in here?" LeShawna asked, walking in to find Tyler who was not only a guy, but on Lindsay's opposing team. "The guys have been looking everywhere for him."
Lindsay smirked. "He's helping me, of course! I could never have dragged those heavy suitcases of mine to the cabin without his help." Lindsay draped herself over Tyler, who blushed and looked away with a smile on his face. "You got a problem with that?"
LeShawna got a look on her face as if she completely understood what Lindsay was doing, and smiled a sickeningly sweet smile. "No, of course not! You two make a wonderful couple!" Her feigned sweetness dripped from her words like poison, and at that moment Lindsay and LeShawna exchanged looks of pure appreciation and respect. Tyler rushed out of the room with his luggage, whilst Heather put hers underneath Lindsay's bunk and tightened her pigtails.
"Where are the outlets? I have to charge my phone." Noah called out as he exited the boy's side.
"There are some in the communal bathrooms! Just across the way." Chris said, pointing over to a tin room that looked ready to fall apart. Noah let out a disgusted sigh as he walked over to them, charger in one hand, phone in the other, with his back hunched.
"Hey, Chris! Is there a chaperone of any kind in this facility?" Geoff asked, leaning against the railing on the porch of the cabin.
Chris had a shocked and confused look on his face for his moment, either because he hadn't been expecting the question from Geoff, or because he hadn't prepared for it beforehand. "You're all sixteen years old. As old as a counsellor in training in a regular summer camp!" His grin returned quickly. "So, other than myself, you'll be unsupervised!" He shrugged. "You've got a half an hour to unpack and meet me back at the main lodge, starting now!" He walked off.
Suddenly, a loud scream could be heard from the girl's side of the Gophers cabin, capturing the attention of those still nearby outside. LeShawna, Lindsay, Harold, DJ, Tyler, Duncan, and Gwen all peaked through the open doorway. "Oh man that girl can scream!" LeShawna commented.
There, in the back of the room, was Heather, up on the top of one of the bunk beds, shaking in fear of a cockroach running around on the floor. "Kill it! Someone kill it!" She yelled. Gwen ripped one of her sneakers off her feet and ran in, beginning to hit the floor with her shoe to try and kill the cockroach. Eventually, after trying about a dozen times, Gwen managed to squish the pesky roach underneath the sole of her shoe. She recoiled with disgust.
Heather leaped down from her bunk, feeling safer now that the cockroach was dead. She ran over to Gwen and gave her a hug of thanks, leaving Gwen feeling slightly uncomfortable. "Oh my god thank you, thank you, thank you!" She said, before letting Gwen go.
"Please... don't mention it." Gwen replied, shoving her shoe back onto her foot.
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Everyone was lined up in the main lodge as a black man with a chef's apron yelled at them all like an army general as to his rules surrounding his food. "I will serve it three times a day, and you will eat it three times a day! Grab your tray, get your food, and sit your butts down now!" Chef yelled so loudly that he made the lodge vibrate slightly.
"Excuse me, but will we be getting all the major food groups?" Beth asked as Chef poured some sticky red slop onto a stale bun.
Harold and Beth took their trays. "Yeah, 'cause I get hypoglycaemic real bad if I don't have enough sugar." Beth walked off, realising Chef was ready to blow.
"You'll get a whole lot of shut the heck up!" Chef yelled in Harold's face, causing his hair to be blown back. The redhead ran off to join Beth shortly afterwards, and they began to discuss unsolved mysteries.
"Have a cow..." Cody muttered to Noah, causing the tanned boy to snicker, whether it be because of the other's accidental reference to what Tyler had said before getting beaten up earlier that day, or because of the current context, was unclear.
"What was that?" Chef seemed to have heard Cody. The brunette gulped, pulling his beanie slightly over his eyes. "Come closer toothpick, I didn't hear you!" He dished an extra helping of the mysterious red substance onto both Noah and Cody's trays, seeing that they both could have probably been snapped in half by the muscular cook.
"Um, I didn't really say anything important..." Cody answered, sweating nervously, his voice cracking slightly, as he grabbed his tray.
"I'm sure you didn't." Noah and Cody walked off to another table together.
Lindsay and Gwen were the final two to receive their meals. The blonde looked down at her dish sceptically. "Um, my nutritionist says I shouldn't eat anything with white flour, white sugar, or like, dairy." She prodded at the goop with the plastic fork provided.
"I don't think that's going to be a problem." Gwen replied, looking down at her meal with a snarl plastered across her features. The red slop twitched on it's own, and the loner jumped a little in shock.
After Lindsay walked off, she looked up at Chef. "Look, I hate to be predictable and complain on the first day, but I think mine just moved." Chef brought out a wooden mallet and slammed it down onto the mystery meat, splattering it all over himself and Gwen. "Great! Thank you!" She rushed off to join the rest of the Gophers.
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Chris walked into the main lodge, stopping just in front of the doorway. As he looked out at the campers, looks of discomfort and distaste on their faces over their 'meals', he smiled. "Welcome to the main lodge!"
"Yo, my man," Geoff turned to face Chris, "can we order a pizza?" A butcher's knife went flying through the air, barely missing Geoff's face, and hitting the wall next to him, getting stuck in the wood. "Woah! It's cool, g! Red slop is cool!" He laughed nervously as he took a forkful of the myserty meat and tried to swallow it. "Right guys?" He asked. Everyone else nodded out of fear.
"Your first challenge begins in one hour!" Chris said, walking out of the lodge with a grin on his face.
"What do you think they'll make us do?" Beth asked Harold, playing with the food on her tray.
"It's our first challenge, it can't possibly be that bad." He answered, although he didn't seem to sure of himself.
•・・・•・・・•
All the campers had dressed up into their swimming gear and were now standing at the top of the cliff. Some were hugging each other out of fear, whilst others said their prayers. Harold looked over the edge of the cliff to see the waters down below, the sharks looking ready to take a bite out of whichever camper didn't land in the diving circle. "Oh shit."
