Heather's POV (Point of View)

Oh look, a Cali girl. Hm, somewhat tall, dark brown hair, dark brown eyes, wearing sneakers, faded short shorts, pearl colored camisole, faded green duffle, tan skin…yeah, definitely a Cali girl. Oh, and a little show-offy too, naming all of the campers. Kinda weird…oh, she's here.

"And last but not least, Heather." She said. Hm, she knows how to make a girl feel good. But whatever. She's still garbage to me. And how does she know who I am?

"Ugh, whatever. So what if you know all of our names? I bet Chris told you who we were." I challenged.

"Uh, no man. Actually, I had no clue she knew who any of you were. And she didn't have access to any of our cameras." Chris refuted.

"What can I say? I guess I have an uncanny ability of knowing who all of you are." She added, raising an eyebrow at me.

"Ugh, whatever. Fuck off." I hissed to her.

"And Duncan." She regarded coolly once more. She turned away, but then asked a weird question, as though he said something under his breath, the dickhead.

"Was there something you wanted to say to me…Duncan?" she coolly turned around and asked the same way she told me.

"Nothing." He muttered.

"Good." She turned away.

It seems I have a choice. I can either make this girl my friend or my worst enemy, like weird Goth girl and the dick already are. She reminds me of someone…oh, that's right! Me! She'll be perfect to manipulate and bring into my alliance. After all, we are so alike…

Gwen's POV

"The thing about lawyers is they make copies!" Chris mockingly stated. Ugh, I hope that guy dies a fiery death.

This is SERIOUSLY not what I signed up for. Someone would have to be crazy to come here. Look at all of the people. A blonde just arrived. Lindsay. Looks dumb. Oh wow, queen BITCH making her way through. Heather…sounds evil. The girl can throw a temper tantrum…she better get used to this dump.

Oh, some musician dude carrying a guitar just arrived. Name: Trent. Wow, he's kinda…cute. I lock eyes with him for a second…OH CRAP HE NOTICED…and I averted my eyes quickly, but let a smile form on my face. Others came, jocks, tough guys and girls, goodie-goodies, whatever. They're so…high school stereotype. But I am too. The loner goth.

Some really peppy redhead named Izzy dressed in green is coming. She was running off the boat and then—OOOHHH! THAT'S GOT TO HURT! But it's still not as bad as when that jock guy Tyler came crashing in…literally. He flew into all of the suitcases! But this girl…she got off and hit her chin on the dock edge…and fell into the water. That goody girl Courtney came rushing to the edge, saying, "Guys! She could be seriously hurt!" and proceeded to pull Izzy out of the water. Izzy shook the water off her like a dog, much to Courtney's discontent, and then Izzy said, "That felt…so, uh…GOOD! Except for hitting my chin. THIS IS SUMMER CAMP?! That is so cool! Do you have Papier Mâchè here? Are we having lunch soon?!" She shot off like a loose cannon. She's crazy. Then Owen the fat guy yelled, "THAT is a good call!" Whatever that's supposed to mean. He's probably hungry. Hm, there are 22 campers here, so I guess that's it. Wait. Why did Chris just make a sound? I turn around, and to my astonishment, there's another camper coming in on that same boat. Her dark brown hair blew in the breeze, but soon dropped from lack of wind. She's somewhat tall, dark brown hair, dark brown eyes, and wearing sneakers, faded short shorts, pearl colored camisole, carrying a faded green duffle, and has tan skin. She seems nice.

"Hey! Contestant X!" He called out to her. Contestant X? Must be one of the producer's weirdo ideas.

"Hey Chris! A summer camp? Awesome!" She answered back.

"Campers!" he said to grab everyone's attention. "This is our final contestant, all the way from sunny Los Angeles, Californiaaaa!" Hm, a Cali girl. Now she should be nice to know.

"Allow me to introduce myself." She calmly told Chris. Wow. She also has the balls to take charge for herself against Chris. "Hi everyone! I go by Julie, but I also go by Julie, Julia, or Jules, whatever you choose. Other nicknames, except for derogatory ones, DUNCAN, are welcome." She calmly explained. How did she know that guy's name? I saw her walk up to the campers.

"Whoa. A Cali girl. You learn to read minds from the dolphins?" Duncan taunted.

"Oh Duncan. I know everyone's names, but I'm not a true Cali girl. Bridgette is more of a Cali girl than I will ever be. Ahem." She cleared my throat. She started to come up to each camper, starting with Owen.

"You're Owen." She said.

"AWESOME! THE GIRL KNOWS MY NAME!" he proclaimed.

"Nice going genius." I sarcastically remarked.

"And you're Izzy. And you're Justin, Courtney, Katie AND Sadie, Harold, Cody, Ezekiel, Beth, Leshawna—"

"Gimme a high-five girlfriend!" She called out. Julie was more than happy to give her a high-five.

"You're Tyler, Lindsay, Bridgette! Geoff—" She must feel a strong connection with Bridgette. After all, she's a surfer chick.

"Shyeah! Gimme a high five!" He called out, and once again, she gave another high-five.

"Eva." She regarded coolly, "Noah." Once more, regarding him coolly. "DJ! HIGH FIVE DUDE!" She hollered. They were more than glad to give each other a high-five.

"Gwen, Trent." She said. She held up both of her hands, indicating that she wanted a high-five, so I obliged, and so did Trent.

"And last but not least, Heather." she said.

"Ugh, whatever. So what if you know all of our names? I bet Chris told you who we were." Heather countered.

"Uh, no man. Actually, I had no clue she knew who any of you were. And she didn't have access to any of our cameras." Chris refuted.

"What can I say? I guess I have an uncanny ability of knowing who all of you are." Julie added, raising an eyebrow at Heather.

"Ugh, whatever. Fuck off." She hissed.

"And Duncan." Julie regarded once more.

"Seriously, this girl…" He muttered under his breath.

"Was there something you wanted to say to me…Duncan?" Julie coolly turned around and asked. Whoa, how did she know he said that from 10 feet away?

"Nothing." He muttered.

"Good." She turned away. What an interesting girl…I'm starting to like her. She's… mysterious.