Why the hell did I ever think this would be a good idea? I hate reality tv so why would I want to be on it? Stupid Angela and her damn ideas for making money. It's all her fault. She's the one who signed us both up for this thing! So why am I the one who got picked?

"Hey, blondie," The boat driver calls out, bringing me from my thoughts, " We'll be there in less than a minute. Why don't you try to wipe that scowl off your face?"

His words make me even more irritated than I already was, but I take his advice and try for a smile. It's probably best that I don't make my first appearance on national tv with a nasty glare on my face.

"Perfect timing, sweetheart. Here we are." Boat guy speaks up once again. Resting my gaze on the approaching island, I find a dock filled with teenagers and come to the quick realisation that there is a good chance that I'm the last person to arrive. Seeming to almost read my mind, the boat guy informs me, "Don't worry, there's still one left."

I nod to him and pick up my bags, stumbling slightly when the boat comes to a stop. I toss my large bags onto the dock and scramble onto the wooden deck. My legs are still slightly shaky from the ride over.

"And this is Gabriella! The blonde with a biting wit!" A dark haired man with a well defined jawline approaches me, sticking his hand out. Chris McLean, I think to myself. Tentatively, I take it with my own and give him two small shakes before letting go.

"Is that all you could come up with?" I ask, my right eyebrow raised questioningly.

Chris frowns at me, mumbling," I thought it was clever."

I shrug my shoulders at him as if to say 'if you think so.'

"Oh," I pipe up, remembering a vital piece of information that Chris needs," It's Gabbie by the way. My father was the only one to call me Gabriella." I see Chris' eye narrow at the 'was' in my sentence, but he thankfully remains quiet.

"Well then, Gabbie," The man booms theatrically, "Welcome to Camp Wawanakwa!"

"Wait…" I thought we were going to a nice hotel or something," This isn't just a meeting point? We're staying here?"

"Nope!" he says rather cheerfully before shoving me towards the others.

I'm pushed right into a red haired girl who catches my elbow, setting me up right.

"Woah! Easy there! You toootally could have gotten a concussion!" She drags the O in the word totally and overall sounds way to happy about my almost concussion," I'm Izzy!"

Okay… note to self; try to stay away from away from Izzy. She seems like the type to murder me in my sleep.

"And this is our last contestant! Everyone welcome Steven!" Apparently I missed the last contestant due to my focus on the craz- Izzy.

I turn to find a blue haired boy who stands close to my height. I stand at a whopping 5'2 so he's on the shorter side. His mouth is turned down in a frown and he glares at the island behind us. I suppose he didn't get the same advice as I did from the boat driver. Or maybe he did and just didn't care. His clothes make him out to be what my mother would call a 'no good ruffian'. Not sure what that means, but anyone who has holes in their jeans and a t-shirt with graphics she couldn't identify was coined her favorite insult. She'd probably call the boy down the line with a mohawk the exact same thing if I'm being honest.

Chris goes to give the boy a handshake, but he merely glances down at the offered hand and scoffs. Chris, unaffected by Steven's attitude, continues with a smile," Welcome to camp wawa-"

"Yeah, whatever." The blue haired boy cuts him off, making Chris' smile look strained.

"Well then!" His smile is stretched too wide to be genuine, "I think it's time for a picture! Group photo!"

We all pile at the end of the dock and I somehow end up in the back, unable to see behind al the taller people. I hear a bark of laughter to my right and find that it came from a dark skinned boy whom I hadn't noticed before.

"What are you doing back here, short stuff?" He asks with a kind smile.

"Got lost," is the only reply I give, shrugging my shoulders slightly.

"You want on my shoulders?" I give him a slightly suspicious look at that. Isn't it kind of weird to let a complete stranger sit on your shoulders?

But he merely points over to the mohawk boy and a guy wearing a red track suit, both climbing onto the larger, blond boy. Well, they don't seem to find it weird to be climbing on a complete stranger.

Seeing that I probably won't be in the picture otherwise, I nod, agreeing to the tall boy's idea. His grin never leaves his face as he helps me up. Settling on his shoulders, I can't help but smile. I'm not used to being able to see the top of other's heads. Unless you count small children.

"I'm DJ by the way," the boy under me says loudly enough for me to hear," Figured you might wanna know since you're kind of on my head."

I let out a small chuckle at his words," My name is Gabbie."

"Well Gabbie, I hope we can be friends." He gives me a hopeful look and I find myself nodding once again at this boy's words.

"Yeah, me too." I tell him honestly.

"Okay! One. Two. Three." And… nothing happened," Okay hang on." Chris repeatedly messes up before taking the picture. I find myself growing tired of waiting and apparently one of the other girls are on the same page as me. Finally, Chris gets the camera working," Say Wawanakwa!"

"Wawanakwa!" We all say the word in unison and I'm smiling despite my previous irritation.

And that's when the dock falls apart.


Chris separates all of us into two teams after the dock mishap and I can't help but find myself disappointed. I'm put on the screaming gophers and although I don't dislike anyone on my team (I haven't been here long enough to really dislike anyone) I find myself wishing I was on the Killer bass with DJ. Maybe I dodged a bullet by not being on the his team though? I mean, he has crazy red he- Izzy and the scary mohawk guy. I think his name was Duncan. The green haired boy was literally giving a dear a noogie. Who does that….

I tried to remember all the names of my team members by watching closely as Chris called on all of them.

Gwen. The blue haired goth. Very blunt. We would get along I think.

Trent. Guitar guy. Seems cool.

Heather. Angry and long legs. Very long legs

Cody. Gap toothed kid. I like him so far.

Lindsay. She isn't very… bright, but she seems kind.

Beth. Spits on me a lot when she talks.

Katie. Twin number #1

Owen. The big guy who likes hugs

Leshawna. Sassy and loud.

Justin. The best looking person here.

Noah. Quiet and snarky.

Should be easy enough to remember. It's the other team's names that I'll probably have trouble remembering.

We've all made our way to our cabins and are unpacking at this point. I like everyone well enough, besides maybe Heather. She seems to be rather rude.

Claiming one of the beds in our cabin, I set down my bags and check over my clothes. I brought my favorite t-shirts and plenty of shorts. I'm a simple girl, I don't usually need anything fancy. As long as I have my dad's old bomber jacket, I don't worry too much about my clothes. I practically live in the jacket.

A screech that almost gives me ear damage causes me to pause in my musing. Turning around, I find Lindsay on top of a stool in the middle of our cabin.

"Lindsay what are y-" I try to speak, but I'm interrupted by another loud squeal coming from her.

"Roach!" She exclaims, pointing toward my feet.

I look down to find what is indeed a incredibly large roach near my feet. I casually sit down on my bed and pick up my feet. I don't want that thing touching me. I watch the insect in fascinated, disgust. How in the hell did that roach get so big?

Suddenly, people burst through our door looking panicked.

"Oh man, that white girl can scream." Leshawna.

"Kill it, kill it, kill it!" Lindsay.

"Ahhhhh!" The scream that sounded like a little girl? DJ.

"That was my bed," Gwen. Poor, poor Gwen has lost her bed due to a large boy's fear of a roach.

There's screaming, and people are scrambling around the room in an attempt to get away from the strangely large bug. Heather and Beth have somehow made it onto the bunk above mine and DJ and Lindsay are standing atop Gwen's now broken bed.

I look up to find no other than Duncan standing in the middle of the room with an axe. Before I can question him, he slams the the sharp metal down onto the bug, ending it's short life.

Everyone stops to stare at the green haired boy in shock and all I can do is quietly ask him in shock," Why?"

He looks up to me and shrugs.

I shake my head, hearing Gwen and Harold comment about the cockroach. I'm also pretty sure Justin is flirting with Lindsay, but I'm trying to block them all out.

"Well, Gabbie," I mumble under my breath," Welcome to camp."


"I've heard the jokes they make about camp food, but this actually doesn't look edible," My comment makes Gwen laugh and like I originally thought, Gwen and I seem to get along pretty well.

"I'm pretty sure mine is still alive," she says and I snort, amusement clear on my face. I go to poke her meal only for it to move away from my finger. Gwen and I glance up at each other in shock," We tell no one about this."

I nod my head," Agreed."

We don't talk about it for the rest of our meal, instead conversing about our hobbies. Gwen tells me about her love of horror movies and how she wishes she could play an instument. I in return tell her of my love for music as well.

"I sing and act," I tell Gwen," But lately I've just been playing video games and reading. Not many musicals around my town that I wanna be in right now."

I can see the surprise on her face, no matter how hard she tries to hide it," Musicals, huh? Didn't uh.. Take you for the type."

"Type?" I ask, even though I know where she's going with this. It's not the first time.

"Well, you kind of look like the popular cheerleader. Not the musical nerd, if you know what I mean."

And I do know what she means. I'm blonde and athletic with light blue eyes. I match the description of a high school cheerleader to a T, "I might have been like that if it hadn't been for my father," I admit. He's the only reason I started theater. I took it up as a distraction.

She opens her mouth to speak, but is interrupted by none other than our host, Chris McLean," Time for your first challenge!"

I hear Heather groan from across the table and I have to say, I definitely share her ire right now.

"Come on Bass," Steven jumps up from his seat, smirking," Let's kick their asses!"

"Well," I drawl unhappily, sliding out of my seat and looking at my teammates," Let's do this."


A concept that has been done many, many times before. A new girl comes to camp and tries to to win the money and makes friends along the way. I'm hoping I can write an interesting narrative once I get the introduction out of the way! And I'll tell you in advance that this story won't be an oc/duncan story like most others. If there's any shipping going on it'll probably be Gabbie/Courtney or Gabbie/Cody.

Anyways, If you plan on sticking around to read, then welcome to the story! I'm hoping to keep your interest in this :)