Huh…, I really hope that you guys will read and review Total Drama Campgrounds, I really enjoy writing it, but it's literally gotten no reviews. This is my way of asking my most devoted readers to help me out, and read my favorite story that I've ever written.
The Mall. It's fun, you never think that you have a problem, you always just think you're gonna have a good time.
Well, that's just it, we DID have a good time at the mall.
But if I knew what was happening around me, I probably wouldn't have…
Chapter 7: Shopping
"Alright, you guys go off, WE'RE gonna go find some dresses," Courtney stated, as she looked at Dawn and Lindsay.
"You don't want us to come?" Noah stated flatly, "I mean…, I'm fine with that and all, but about thirty minutes ago, I thought you told me that you wanted my help."
"We can do just fine on our own guys," Lindsay said, "you four should go and hang out though."
"Right on, let's go guys," Trent said, as him, Tyler, Harold, and Noah all shrugged, and walked out of the dress store.
"So…, what exactly do we look for?" Dawn asked, "I thought we had to wear a costume."
"A mask more or less," Courtney said, "but a costume would be more traditional…"
"Let's just look!" Lindsay giggled, as she ran off in the direction of some dresses.
(Meanwhile…)
"Let's see. What's the best store in the mall for us?" Noah asked.
"Jocks!" Tyler shouted obnoxiously.
"Gametags!" Harold added.
"Strummerz," Trent finished, Noah's eye began twitching.
"Odd that I was about to suggest a bookstore…," Noah said, sighing, "for four best friends, we sure don't have much in common…"
"Relax Noah! It'll be alright," Tyler assured, "aslongaswegoinjocksfirst!" he said really quickly, and then ran off towards the store.
"Dang Tyler! Wait up!" Harold called, as he followed.
"I don't feel like running right now…," Noah moaned, "…you?" he asked Trent, raising an eyebrow.
"Nah…, I'll walk too," Trent laughed, as him and Noah followed the jock and the nerd towards the sports store.
(Back with the girls.)
"This one looks nice," Dawn said pointing to a dress that was brown and green, the earthy colors are what made her like it, however, the style was…
"…that's ugly," a voice said from behind the dress rack.
"Oh no…, IT followed us…," Courtney said sarcastically, as Lindsay and even Dawn slightly chuckled, as Heather angrily walked around the dress rack.
"Who are YOU calling IT?!" Heather growled, as she stomped her foot.
"The…, dress…," Courtney said sarcastically again, "…, no…, I can't even lie, I was calling you an it."
Heather rolled her eyes, and picked off the green and brown dress that Dawn liked, "THIS is disgusting, who would even THINK of wearing this. You think Trent will like this? Do you?!" Heather asked with a laugh, "because I think he'll just laugh in your FACE!" Heather said, throwing the dress over Dawn's head.
"Why do you have to be so mean all the time?" Lindsay asked, as Heather glared at her.
"I'm not mean, I'm popular, we can do what we want," Heather laughed, as she walked away, knocking down several dresses, and then calling security on the three girls that she left standing there.
"She…, AUUUUGH!" Courtney growled, as the security rushed up, "…I'll get her back for this!"
(With Trent, Noah, Harold, and Tyler.)
"This looks AWESOME!" Tyler shouted, as he held up a gold plated football.
"Sort of…, not really, YAWN, boring…," Noah commented, "Why can't we actually shop for interesting things while we're at the mall?"
"BOOKS don't qualify, Noah!" Tyler called, from inside a pile of jerseys.
"Yeah, DUH!" Harold shouted, looking through the sports illustrated magazines.
"Yeah Noah…, duhhhh…," Trent said, just joining in to pick on, he started laughing, Noah nudged him and then smirked.
"Whatever…, if you need me, I'll be reading just outside the store," Noah said, Trent, Harold, and Tyler all nodded, and Noah walked out, and sat down on a bench outside of Jocks. "Nothing like a good book while your friends are shopping for things that do not interest you whatsoever."
"Talking to yourself…, geek?" a familiar voice said.
"And just when I thought things couldn't get MORE annoying…," Noah remarked, as he turned around to face Heather. "What are YOU doing here anyway, don't you have to go pluck your eyebrows or some shit like that…?" Noah asked rudely.
"Ummm, for your INFORMATION, I did that YESTERDAY!" Heather growled, "And YOU, dweeb, I SHOULD get Scott to kick your ass for talking to me this way."
"Yeeeeah…, you have fun with that…," Noah said, as he opened his book again, and started reading.
"Ugh…," Heather said, as she rolled her eyes, and walked away, on her way out, she swatted the book out of Noah's hands and laughed, "…loser," she stifled between the chuckle, and then kept walking away. Noah just rolled his eyes, and walked up to grab his book.
As Heather was leaving, it was already dark outside, she unlocked her car, and went to get in. She began driving home, smoothly, no problems whatsoever. However, as she was approaching her neighborhood, she saw the silhouette of a person standing in the middle of the road, naturally, she slammed on her breaks, but when she realized how close she was, she swerved off of the road. "Ouch…, what the hell…?" Heather mumbled, as she stepped out of her car to see the damage, one of the tires had popped, and a door had been smashed on one side. Heather was appalled, her parents wouldn't pay for this, and she was low on cash, because well, she doesn't have a job. "This is ridiculous…," Heather growled, as she turned around to question the person who was standing in the middle of the road, she was about to yell, but then realized that they were completely gone. She stood wide eyed, mouth agape, as she began looking around, "Hey, dumbass! I know you're around here somewhere." She continued walking, through the mud, back into her car, where she attempted to start it, it wouldn't start. This continued until the ignition finally livened up, and the car turned on, but as soon as Heather's headlights turned on, she was in for a terrifying surprise. It was tall, its head tilted slightly to the side, its face was stark white, and it was missing its nose. Its tormented eyes glared into Heather's, and poor Heather was to terrified by its appearance to notice that she had already been stabbed.
Four missed calls…, was what her phone read.
(End of Chapter 7)
Death List: Sierra, B, Blaineley, Sadie, Lightning, Phil, Heather,
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