Annie's Drama

by Raikim4never

Originally, Chris planned for there to be only twenty two competitors, but an unsigned note forces him to reconsider. Now, twenty three contestants are in for a horrifying competition at the hands of the host, before their lives change drastically.

6. Chapter 5: to be rewritten

Chapter 6: Not Quite Famous
I was reading 'Alicia in Mismagius' land' to Bun, my beloved little Buneary, when I heard a, thing, over the intercom, followed by the mean-spirited voice of our resident sadistic host.
"Alright campers! Enough beauty sleep, time to show us what you're made of! Report to the stage, strait-a-way!" Bun grabbed my pants leg and tugged on it lightly, showing he didn't want me to leave. I picked him up and hugged him. Given the choice, I wouldn't have left, but my team may need me. I returned the 'Cute Shotaro Boy' before hiding the Pokeball. After walking out of the forest (stopping to say hi to the bear, much to his shock) I looked around. Once again, our host didn't bother to tell us where the heck our destination was. Luckily, Geoff saw me and helped me find the stage. I sat next to Duncan, sitting on the far edge of the back row.
"Are we going to see a musical?" Lindsay asked. "I love musicals. Especially the ones with singing and dancing." The other kind would be called plays. I heard Trent call out for Gwen, giving her a seat. Lindsay blew a kiss to Tyler, love is in the air. Until Heather smacked the blonde ditz with her ponytail. Chris walked on to the stage in his usual, pretty boy way. Spotlight-hogging wus.
"Welcome to our brand-new, deluxe, state-of-the-art, outdoor amphitheater!" It just looks like the kind of stage you might set up at… well… a camp. Nothing special, but then, this is Chris we're talking about. "Okay, this week's challenge is a summer camp favorite," this week's? We have a challenge every three days, though we were making up for the time missed in the Awake-a-thon, currently. "A talent contest."
"Yes! Awesome!" Owen yelled immediately.
"Each team has eight hours to pick the three most talented campers." Chris explained. "These three will represent them in the show tonight. Sing, dance, juggle, anything goes. As long as it's legal." Chris did the, 'I'm watching you' motion towards either me or Duncan. Said boy snapped his fingers in disappointment. I wasn't entirely sure what he could have done that was illegal anyway. How do you show vandalism or theft off? Well, maybe you could spray paint the stage… "You'll be jugged by our resident talent scout, former D.J., V.J., and rap legend, Grand Master Chef!" …what's a V.J.? Vice-Jackalope? No, no, that can't be it. "Who will show his approval via, the Chef-o-meter!" he pointed upwards at nothing. "The team that loses will send one camper home tonight, good luck." After we left, Courtney quickly took charge of the team and became judge. Figures.
"All right, Annie, you're up first." I arched an (invisible to them) eyebrow and crossed my arms. What did they expect me to do? I can't juggle. "Well?" I don't have any talents, so what should I do? I'm not making a fool of myself in front of these people by trying to unicycle or something. Just skip me, Courtney. Unfortunately, the brunette wouldn't get the message. She continued to pester and bug me to show my non-existent talent. Finally, she seemed to get the message, scolded me for wasting her time, and moved on to Katie and Sadie, who were dancing. I felt anger well up in me. I wasted her time? I didn't bother watching Katie and Sadie's dance, and when I looked up, I saw the twins sitting down in finishing positions, and everyone else on our team looked horrified. I'm guessing they're not in. Tyler was up next. He did a few fancy moves on a yo-yo, before trying the around-the-world move, I think, and tangling himself up. Chris came to check on us.
"Man, that is weak." Courtney stood up and ran back to the cabin, before coming back with a box. She asked Bridgette to judge, and opened the case revealing a fiddle. Or violin, considering how she was playing. Everyone agreed she had the best talent of anyone who had auditioned so far. Even I did, I sure as heck couldn't play the fiddle. DJ went back to the cabins during his turn and came back with a pink-ish ribbon and in a white leotard. Rhythmic gymnastics? Why does that not surprise me? He was really good in my opinion, and pretty much everyone else on the team would have agreed had I voiced that allowed. I wasn't going to though, for obvious reasons. I honestly think he may have preformed for other people before. The only one who didn't seem to enjoy it was Courtney, who grudgingly agreed to put him in.
"Fine." the annoyed brunette said. "Sign him up. Next."
"Me!" Bridgette immediately volunteered. "I can stand on my hands for twenty minutes." She demonstrated by quickly changing the position of her hands and feet. Courtney wasn't convinced.
"Okay, that would be cute if you were a monkey. I don't think it's quite what we're looking for, next!" she said, as if she were turning down an actress with a bad record. Harold walked past us and I expected him to do some acrobatics, considering the dodge ball game. The nerd in question, however, took a deep breath, and- "Next!" he exhaled sharply, sighing, disappointed he hadn't gotten a shot. Geoff pulled out a skateboard and began to, well, board. He was good. Better then me on a unicycle any day. Not that it made much of a difference, he was the only one Courtney trusted to have a legal talent left. Which meant Duncan wasn't auditioning at all. Geoff ended his skateboarding with a kickflip and caught his board mid-air. Everyone cheered.
"Well," Bridgette said to Courtney, "I guess it's Geoff, DJ's ribbon thing, and your solo."
"I'm gonna be on T.V. man!" Geoff immediately yelled. Seriously? Bridgette voiced one of my more positive thoughts aloud.
"You're… already on T.V. Geoff."
"Oh yeah." the pink-shirted guy then ran up to a random camera man, or, more specifically, his camera. "Hello out there dudes!" As our team's audition was over, and I couldn't give anyone other then Duncan information anyway, I went over to see the Gophers remaining auditions, making sure to keep myself concealed in the shadows of the forest. They had extra people you know. Izzy was up, dancing and making vocal noises, Owen and Trent seemed to like it, and I thought it was pretty cool, but Heather, who, like Courtney, had taken total control of her team, rejected it strait away.
"Aw. What's wrong with Izzy's Dance of the Rattlesnake?" Interesting name. Heather didn't bother to answer and ignored her, sending a shiver up my spine. We were essentially doing the same thing. Beth was up next, and she lit two batons on fire. Not trusting her coordination at all, I slunk a bit farther back into the woods, which probably wasn't a good idea. Heather and I were likeminded again.
"Are you sure this is safe?" She asked when Beth got within a few feet from her. LeShawna, who was sitting next to her, gasped. Lindsay was also sitting with them and the three looked terrified when she got that close.
"It's okay, I've been practicing." She tossed one of her batons in the air, looked at the other one like she had no idea what to do with it, and threw it up in the air too, quite possibly for the heck of it. More likely because she had no idea what else to do. The second one turned in midair, and came hurdling strait back at her and her team, like a meteor.
"RUUN!" Owen yelled, and both tables that were on either side of her flipped over to shield the people hiding behind them. Considering they were made out of wood, that probably wouldn't do a lot. Beth herself, jumped behind the table shielding LeShawna, Lindsay, and Heather a split second before it hit her. It left a fricken' hole. A crater-like hole. Everyone peeked there eye's over to see if it was safe.
"I kind of missed the catching class." Kind of? All the Gophers gathered around the hole. Right, cause that's what your always supposed to do in the movies.
"Uh, guys." Trent said calmly, pointing to something. "The bush is on fire." I looked over. Yep, the bush was on fire. Suddenly, the door to one of the buildings burst open, reveling Justin in sunglasses and with a fire extinguisher. Dramatic entrance there. He put out the fire, which he didn't have to because it was going to burn itself out without hurting anyone. Probably. Then, simply because he wasn't acting like a big enough ham, randomly ripped his shirt off and began drinking from a water bottle LeShawna gave him. Why this made pretty much all the Gopher girls nearly swoon is completely beyond me.
"Okay." Heather said, regaining her composure. "I think it's me, Trent, and, Justin." She crossed her arms. "Any objections?" Everyone shook their heads, most of them too distracted by Justin's chest to care anyway. I shook my head myself, I hope Justin goes soon. Lindsay can't be falling for him if she's in a relationship with Tyler, not to mention how pretty much everyone, about half, of the others had their brains reduced to mush whenever he was around. I went back into the woods to take care of my charge, the adorable Bun. Though we stayed somewhat near the camp, unfortunately, Bun hates Purebloods even more than I do. And for good reason. Bun's parents, my beloved Lucario and Lopunny, my closest Pokemon and friends, were murdered in cold blood by Purebloods. Right in front of us. Heck, Lucario took the shot for me, and Lopunny was physically putting herself between the Pureblood's gun and Bun. Dark Man had led the attack. I had to stop Bun from freezing them all solid with Ice Beam six times before he started to ignore them. After a while of playing chase, he pointed over at the camp, and I saw Gwen walking back to the Gopher cabin. She looked down at the hole as I picked Bun up.
"I won't even ask." She said, and jumped over the hole, followed closely by Cody, her stalker-with-a-crush. Sort of.
"Who is she?" Bun asked in his Buneary language.
"She's Gwen. She's a loner and a Goth, that's someone who likes darker stuff, like me." I told him in English.
"Even crime?"
"Well, your mileage may vary on that one."
"Loook," I heard Heather say, "The first hook-up of the season." The Queen-Bee pointed at Gwen and Cody, the latter holding the door for the former. Bun gave me a questioning look. I told him I'd tell him later. Gwen gave Heather a nasty glare, before smiling.
"Oh yeah, we're going at it big time." She said sarcastically. "I need a swim just to cool off." She then slammed the door. Cody tried to peek, so I covered the inside of the window, literally, the direct middle, with a shadow. Gwen slammed the door open, smacking Cody into the wall. Bun laughed.
"Gwen, wait up!" Trent said, putting his guitar he had been playing down. "I'll come with you."
"Sure." She said happily, then remembered she was supposed to be a major loner with no feelings towards anyone. "I mean, whatever." I took Bun and left at that point. We headed down to the pond, and played a bunch of children's games. I liked them, and Bun was the equivalent of a five-year old human, though he had only been alive a year. Eventually Duncan found us, I introduced him to Bun, who I had to keep from using Bounce against the teen, and he told me I had to meet up with the other Bass at the stage. I nodded and told him I'd be a minute. He left, I recalled Bun, and followed the bad boy. After we had gotten to the stage, Courtney looked ticked off. Apparently, we were 'late'. Though considering the show didn't start for about an hour, I wasn't sure what we were late for. After about five minutes of Geoff checking his wheels and Courtney practicing, I was pretty bored. Luckily, DJ had a pack of cards, and he, Duncan and I started playing Go Fish. Harold and Bridgette were just standing around, but they didn't seem to mind. I had won all six games before somebody spoke, other than '(name) do you have any (card number/kings/queens/jacks)' and 'Go Fish'.
"So, can you really stand on your hands for twenty minutes?" Geoff asked his crush.
"Wanna bet that I can't?" the blonde surfer replied, pulling out a chocolate bar.
"Oh, you're on!"
"I'll take a piece of that action." Harold joined in.
"Yeah, that's like virtually impossible." DJ joined in as well. Don't be a doubter, DJ, you never know when it'll come back to bite you. Heck, a majority of my life, if not all of it, is impossible.
"Anty up." Bridgette replied. The Go Fish game was officially over, everybody, well, almost everybody bet against Bridgette. Courtney was off in her own little world and I rarely gamble. Bridgette watched all that she was going to win. "Okay, twenty minutes starting… now!" she flipped over and began walked to balance herself. Unfortunately, her foot got caught on a rope, and she unintentionally pulled it loose. Courtney came back to us and looked up, five seconds before a stage light plowed down on her. "Oh crap!"
Luckily, it missed hitting her directly, and she only got some of the broken pieces wedged in her head a bit. That's not good, but it's not nearly as bad as what happened to her fiddle. Thwang. DJ volunteered to take Courtney to the hospital wing, then we all sort of split up. Mainly out of worry, but I wasn't too concerned. She was hard headed, thick-skulled, headstrong, okay, okay, I'll stop. Though the second one might not be right. Anyway, Bridgette and Geoff went back to the Bass cabin, the latter to comfort the former, Harold simply stayed on the stage looking around like an idiot, and Duncan and I went back to the woods. I have no clue where the Wonder Twins are and, personally, I don't really care. We began talking about our families a bit.
"Yeah, my family is made up entirely of cops, believe it or not." Duncan told me. I arched an impossible to see eyebrow.
"You're kidding." I said.
"Nope." He grinned wickedly. "You could say I'm the rebel of the family. What's your family like?" I tensed a bit.
"Lazy. All they do is sleep all day. Except my dad." I half-lied.
"Really? What's he do?"
"Not much. He's a bit of a politician, or he was, back in Rio." I told my Mohawked friend.
"You've been to Rio? The place with the bikini dancers?" I anime-fell.
"That's not what they're called. I use to live there." He smirked. "No, I'm not going to do one of the dances for you." Suddenly, we heard someone sob loudly, someone who sounded a lot like Courtney.
"We'd better head back." Duncan said.
"Right behind you."

"Dude, what happened?" Duncan asked Geoff, who was looking at a blank space on the stage. The boy in pink sighed.
"Bridge tried to apologize to Courtney. She's wasn't very forgiving." I shook my head, Bridgette wasn't a fool, she knew Courtney was like that. Why'd she try? Duncan and I were likeminded.
"Why even try? We all know how Princess is."
"She couldn't live with herself otherwise, apparently." Geoff said with a shrug. I had enough of this soap opera for today, so I decided to walk to the dock. Once I was near, though, I saw Gwen and Trent. Right, they were headed here. My matchmaker instinct took over my dislike of Trent for being a Pureblood, hey, I liked Gwen and the two obviously liked each other. I crammed my ears to hear, more out of cupid hints then curiosity, for once.
"Sometimes I just need to get away from everyone here, y'know? I mean it's like they're all driving me crazy! Well…" she looked at Trent, and then looked away, "Almost all of them." Seems as though their relationship is progressing nice-
"CANNONBALL!" Owen yelled as the dock rumbled under his weight, then jumped into the water, splashing Gwen. Said girl stood up quickly.
"UGH! I hate this place!" she snarled before stalking away. I glared pointedly at Owen, come on guys, help a girl out! Trent looked angrily at the boys who ruined his moment.
"Nice going guys."
"Yeah," Owen said, turning to Cody, "Nice going." I beamed him with a stick and left. Honestly, Owen's either an idiot, mean-spirited, or both. Though I'd prefer to think the first one. Eventually, I walked to the stage, and sat next to, who else, but Duncan. Finally, Chris walked onto the stage.
"Iiiiit's the TDI talent extravaganza!" he said as though it we're something more impressive then your garden-variety school talent show. "Welcome to the very first Camp Wawanakwa talent contest." See? What did I just say? "Where six campers will showcase their mad skills, and desperately try not to humiliate themselves." Of course, you couldn't have stuck with the nicer first part. No, too kind for Chris Mclean. "First up, for the Screaming Gophers, is Justin." I turned to Duncan and whispered.
"Do I have to watch this, or will our team automatically lose?"
"You don't want to watch?" he whispered back, surprised.
"Ugh, no. I don't understand what every other girl sees in him."
"You sure you're a chick?" He joked. I rolled his eyes even though he couldn't see it.
"I'm pretty sure I was born without male bits, so yes." I heard music start up and assumed that Justin was dancing. "Pretty-boy's dancing, isn't he?"
Duncan looked at the display I didn't care for, eyes squited slightly.
"I wouldn't… call it that exactly. I don't know what that is."
"Then I probably don't want to know what it is." Just as I finished, I heard a splash of water. "Uh, what?"
"Some water just fell on Justin." Duncan said with a shrug.
"I don't even want to know why." I said.
"Okay," Chris said to Justin. Assuming he was finished, I looked back at Justin. Soaking wet, yep. "I don't know what that was, but daaaang, you're go some moves dude!" Everyone on the Gophers cheered. Including and especially Izzy which was odd because I could have sworn she'd called him an evil liar yesterday. "First up for the Killer Bass, make some noise for the big guy, DJ!" I clapped. The animal-lover started off pretty well, until he got his foot caught in the ribbon. I winced. I wouldn't doubt Courtney voting him out if we lost, simply because of that accident. "Dainty, and yet masculine." Chris said, walking on-stage. "Let's see what Grandmaster Chef thinks." Beat. "Not much." How is he even sure? "So, with two down and four acts to go. It's the Screaming Gophers screaming ahead. Next on deck, Trent. Take it away my bro." Trent walked out carrying a stool and his guitar.
"This one goes out to someone special here at camp."
"Gwen." I whispered to Duncan.
"What was your first clue, genius?" I rolled my eyes then focused on Trent's song.
"They say we've only got one summer
Well I say that's really a bummer
But we'll swim in the sun
And have lots of fun
It'll just be the two of us
Nothing to do, just hang
So let me say only this:
Stick around, for just one kiss."
I smiled and clapped politely for him. Duncan arched his eye- erm, unibrow.
"You know he's on the other team, right?" I elbowed him lightly.
"I'm well aware. But I certainly wouldn't have the guts to do that. Besides, I like his singing." I told him. I looked back to see Trent waving at who I assume to be Gwen, and Chris pushed him off stage.
"Three down and three to go and the Killer Bass are totally sucking so far." Chris said. "Let's hear it for Bridgette!" Bridgette hand-walked onto the stage, and there was an ominous air. Then she burped. Then she burped again and which turned into a hurl mid time. There was a mix of disgusted reactions. Then, to make things worse, Bridgette projectile vomited and hit Owen.
"I'm hit! I'm hit!" Bridgette then projectile vomited on the Wonder Twins, causing Katie to stand up shrieking before barfing on Sadie. She puked again hitting LeShawna and Izzy. Then began to slip in her own puke (I shuddered slightly) and, somehow defying science, fell into Tyler's arms. The boy was sitting a few yards away, so how that happened I'm not sure. Lindsay was over in a second.
"Hey, puke on your own boyfriend!" Heather glared at her from on stage.
"On your own what Lindsay?"
"I didn't say boyfriend."
"Oh dear." I whispered to Duncan. "I don't think we'll get a very good score." Chris tip-toed on the stage, trying to avoid the puddles of puke.
"Clean up on aisles three, four, five, and six! In the meantime, we'll take a short break to hose the joint down. Bring her in boys!" Just as Chris called this two interns, twins it looked like, came in carrying what looked like a fireman's hose, you can probably guess what happened next. As Chris, Chef, and the two interns tried desperately to control the hose, most of the campers went to take showers.
After a shower-filled half an hour, Chris called us all back to the stage. It was finally clean. "Welcome back to the TDI Talent Extravaganza! Welcome back. Okay, so in a strange turn of events, Bridgette's chunk blowing fest registered two thumbs up by Grandmaster Chef." Wait, what? Throwing up isn't a talent I've ever heard about, but hey, I'll take it. The score, not the talent. "But, it's not enough to pull ahead of the Screaming Gophers who hold the lead with Trent's love song. So, without further delay, here she is for the leaders, Heather." Heather walked on stage in her ballet outfit, but simply sat down on a stool.
"Originally," she said in a way that I'm sure meant nothing good was going to happen, "I was going to dance for you. But instead, I want to celebrate team spirit," she held up a green book, "with a collaboration." I looked over at the Gopher's and saw Gwen's eyes go wide. No, that isn't… "So, with words by Gwen, performance by me, enjoy." That was, it was Gwen's diary, wasn't it? Heather cleared her voice and started. " 'Okay, so I'm trying to ignore him, but he's just so cute. If they had custom-ordered a guy to be a distraction for me here, it would have been McHottie.' " She paused, so we could hear the collective gasps from the audience. " 'We just totally connect, he's pretty much the only one I can relate to on the island, and I know it's a cliché, but I love guys who play guitar.' " I noticed Gwen run off, clearly humiliated. I clenched my fists, I like to think of Gwen as my friend. "Thank you." I glared at her, though she couldn't see it. While that was good news for Trent and Gwen's budding romance, I felt angry as heck toward Heather. I'm going to find a car tire and bounce it off her head a few times if I can. Chris walked onto the stage as Heather walked off.
"Well then, it's down to the final act of the night. Can Geoff and his rad stunts turn it around? I seriously doubt it. Let's find out!" Just then their was an ominous crack from back stage, Duncan and I looked at each other, both of us thinking the same thing. That could not have been good. I saw Bridgette and Courtney peak their heads out from behind the curtain. I elbowed Duncan slightly and pointed to them, so they'd know we'd noticed. They pointed to Harold, then made a 'come over hear gesture'. Duncan and I looked at each other before Duncan pointed them out to him. After he went backstage, he was then pushed onto stage, with a microphone. "Okay." Chris said, looking at him. "Here's Harold doing, whatever he's doing." Chris walked offstage, and Harold began making weird, but rhythmic, noises.
"What is he doing?" I whispered to Duncan.
"Beat boxing." After Harold finished, the crowd went wild. Chris walked on, applauding for Harold.
"Wicked beat boxing dude! Check it out, Grandmaster Chef has declared his winner. Even though they held the lead, the Screaming Gopher's have been trampled by the Killer Bass!" More cheers. Hey, I disliked Harold as much as the next guy, but I was happy we won all the same. Buh bye Heather. I smiled, as we cheered and headed back toward our cabin.
"Dude, don't tell me you learned that at figure skating!" Geoff said to Harold.
"Nope. My uncle taught me. It is one of my many mad skills." I rolled my eyes, before walking away.
"Hey Annie, where are you going?" Duncan, who was standing at the door, asked.
"To find a car tire, if I can. Which I doubt, but hey." He arched his unibrow.
"Why?"
"I want to hit Heather with one a couple times before she leaves tonight." He shrugged.
"Guess I can't argue with that."
Later, I was just about to give up. It was hard to find a car tire anywhere on this island. Eventually, I came to the Gopher's Marshmallow Ceremony. I decided to watch, I'd get to see Heather throw a fit.
"Kudos to you all for an incredible night of entertainment." Chris said, everyone but Heather and Justin were holding marshmallows. I was hoping Heather would go home, but I'd settle for either one. "Music, drama, barfing." He then did the routine, 'One marshmallow left, whoever doesn't get it has to leave' thing. "Justin, reminded us all that looks matter a lot. And Heather, you're full of surprises. But reading another chick's diary out loud to the whole world, man that is whack! No kidding, that's really messed up dude." Heather put up her hand.
"Oh please, just give me my marshmallow already." she said. Chris looked at Justin.
"Justin, I personally think this is very wrong. But tonight," No way, "hotness just wasn't enough. The last marshmallow goes to, Heather." He said her name as though it pained him to say it. Few people didn't look upset. But Gwen looked downright furious. "Time to catch the boat of losers, bra."
"Later bra." Heather said with a wave, before tossing the marshmallow in her mouth. As much as I wanted Heather to leave, I couldn't help but smile as Justin, completely crestfallen, walked away.
Confessional
Gwen: If that evil little cow thinks she's getting away with this, she has another thing coming.
Confessional over
Later that night, I was laying in my tree, cursing myself for not being able to find a car tire, when a scream brought me out of my thoughts. I bolted upright and saw Heather run out of her cabin, covered in red ants. I grinned. Dance, Heather, dance! Excellent work Gwen, sweet dreams. I watched Heather dancing around all night, it was great fun.