Courtney's island
My first sighting of camp Wawanakwa was an extremely fat boy yodeling. Doesn't he know that a good physique can improve all or most aspects of the working life? If everyone is a simple/naïve as he, I'll win this thing in a heartbeat.
But I put on my respectful smile anyway. "And here's… Courtney!" Chris said as he helped me off the boat.
"Thank you." I smiled. I really had little to no respect for television hosts, but I had to put on a good front. I daintily walked towards the other campers.
There were 18 (?) of them, all piled together in a mismatched throng. In the front was the fat boy, who looked nice enough, a blonde girl with a surfboard, a short kid with a gap tooth, and a really really really tall muscular Jamaican guy.
"Hi! You must be the other contestants. It's very nice to meet you all!" that's what I called 'putting on my dignity'.
"How's it going! I'm Owen!" yelled the big blonde guy.
"Nice to meet you- oh… wooooow…" I had just set eyes on Justin. I'm not going to lie. He was HOT, my friends, HOT.
"This is Justin," explained Chris. "Welcome to Total Drama Island, man."
"Thanks Chris, this is great!"
"Just so you know, we picked you based entirely on your looks." Knew it.
"I can live with that." He can? I wouldn't be able to…
Owen looked really starry-eyed and was talking to Justin about pants. I don't want to know. But I was still sizing up the competition.
To stay away from:
Faux-hawk Gothic (Glen? Greta?)
Queen Bee
To befriend:
Surfer chick Elvis
Vestie (Bettie?) Cherries (Lequisha..?)
Crocodile Dundee Bookie (Nolan?)
Big guy McHottie
Owen
Ignore:
Ditz Harold
Lame-o Wannabe
Wonder twins (Casey and Daley?)
Hat boy
And some other people without mental nicknames.
It might seem cruel, but it rough-drafts your whole game plan. All that I needed to know then was who would be on my team.
Some hyper girl falling off the coat snapped me out of my reverie. No one was helping her so I decided to.
"Guys! She could be seriously hurt!"
"That felt… so… good!" say what? "Except for hitting my chin. Is this a summer camp? That is so cool. Do you have paper Mache here? Are we having lunch soon?!"
"That- is a good call!" okay, at that point Owen almost went into the 'avoid' pile. But he's just like… a big teddy bear or something.
Then it was time for the promo pics. Stupid Chris.
….,,;;::!!!! Wawanakwa!!!!::;;,,….
"This- is camp Wawanakwa. Your home. For the next eight weeks." or three days, I thought nervously. "The campers sitting around you will be your cabin mates, your competition, maybe even your friends!" pbth. I don't need friends. Well, Bridgette and I are kind of hitting it off. "Ya dig?"
Ya dig? How lame is that!
Then he babbled for a few more minutes until faux-hawk (I learned his name was Duncan) interrupted. "Excuse me. What will the sleeping arrangements be? Because I'd like to request a bunk under her." He smirked, pointing a thumb over his shoulder at Heather. How juvenile. The PIG. Heather's ugly anyway.
"They're not coed, are they?" She asked Chris, a little nervously.
Chris told us that girls get one side of the cabin, while boys get the other. Which sounded pretty coed to me. Then Sadie and Katie started babbling about how they have to be near each other or something.
"This cannot be happening," Mumbled Gwen. I had to agree with her; this place kind of… sucked.
"If I call your name, go stand over there. Gwen, Trent, Heather, Cody, Lindsay, Beth, Katie, Owen, Leshawna, Justin and Noah: you will be officially known as… the Screaming Gophers!"
I almost burst out laughing, but that would be cruel.
"The rest of you, over here." He rattled off a list of names, mine included. "You will be- the Killer Bass!" I mentally gagged and saw Bridge miming hanging herself. I giggled softly.
"But Katie's a gopher! I have to be a gopher!" Sadie was wailing.
She looked so pathetic, standing there all alone, that I decided to help her out.
"Sadie, is it? Come on… it'll be okay." I said, leading away a sobbing Sadie.
"This is so unfair! I miss you Katie!
"I miss you to!"
….,,;;::!!!! Wawanakwa!!!!::;;,,….
Chris showed us our cabins, the Bass being the western one. I walked into the room on the left, which had a carving saying 'girls' on the door.
"Ummmm, bunk beds?????" I half screeched, half whimpered as I looked on. Bridge sauntered in.
"I call top bunk."
I sighed and stowed away my grey suitcase under my bunk. Sadie and Katie were outside crying, and then Izzy bounded in.
"Hi!I'mIzzy!Somethingreallyweirdhappenedtomeonthewaytotheferrytohere-"
Just then we were saved by this really obnoxious shriek renting the air.
"AH! What is it! Kill it! Kill it!" the sound came from the Gopher cabin and we ran over to take a look. The Bass boys were already there, and for some reason Duncan was raising an axe.
THWACK!
"Awesome…"
"Well, that's one way to kill a cockroach…"
Eeeeeeew I hate bugs! Especially cockroaches! I hope that's the only one…
….,,;;::!!!! Wawanakwa!!!!::;;,,….
"Listen up! I serve it three times a day. And you will eat it! Three times! A day!" this really big drill sergeant guy was belting at us. I think I got some spit on my face. "grab your tray, getcha food and – SIT YOUR BUTTS DOWN, now!"
then the short girl in the vest, Beth, started saying something about food groups.
"are we sure this stuff is edible?" I whisper to Bridgette. I am dead serious, but Bridgette grins and Geoff laughs.
"I think mine just moved!" he joked. We all laughed at this. Well, not me. I was to busy trying not to barf.
….,,;;::!!!! Wawanakwa!!!!::;;,,….
"welcome to the main lodge!" Chris was saying in his customary annoyingly perky fashion.
"yo… my man… can we order a pizza?" Geoff stutters, looking a little green around the gills. Kafling. "No! whoa! It's cool, G! Brown slop is cool! Right, guys?" we all nervously agree.
"your next challenge- is in the next hour!" Chris continues, as though there was no interruption.
"what do you think they'll make us do?" Sadie asks nervously.
"Hey. It's our first challenge. How hard could it be?" DJ replied, contentedly.
It's amazing how wrong one person can be.