A/N: Sorry my ghost and unghost followers I've had a bad case of writer's block as well as working both a poem and script for competition. Feel free to review and follow and sorry if there are mistakes. It's a bit hard trying to upload chapters from my crappy Android. There are a few changes from this episode as I mentioned before I moved Justin to the Killer Bass and he stills get eliminated this episode but this time the Killer Bass lose and the Screaming Gophers win.

"The talent show will be hosted by a very own former DJ,Bj grandmaster Chef Hachet,"Chris announces excited.

DJ BJ my ass.

Of course, I think as I roll my eyes at the irony and yet more lies my father has told.

"Whose approval will be rated on the Chef-o meter,"Chris continues indicating to a blinking object above the stage.

I zone Chris out as I replay the scene from the other night in my head.

My dad is a backstabbing, lying,slutface hoebag that's been messing around with both DJ's and my mom landing them both in shit's creek in debt.

Last night after the revelation hit, the anger stirred in my soul that I've never come across before. It bore a fierce determination of deep loathing. I was determined more than ever to win this show WITHOUT my father's help.

"Let's do this shit!"I accidentally voice aloud. I shoot up from my seat overly-pumped. Chris stops for a moment explaining the talent show and looks over at me.

Instantly,I feel all eyes land on my determined demeanor . People around me began to snicker. My face flushes.

I quickly sit back down.

Chris raises an eyebrow and turns his attention away from me.

"Umm,okay I see someone is pumped ...Anyway,each team will choose three members to compete. The member who has the highest rating from Chef wins their team all have one hour to decide on what campers to chose and also to rehearse,"Chris Grins wickedly .

"Good Luck,"he singsongs before trotting off the stage.

"One hour!That's not nearly enough time!"Heather expresses annoyed to no one in particular.

Gwen rolls her brown eyes at Heather and sarcastically throws back"Gee,you think that's why it's called a challenge?"

I snort back a glares spitefully at Gwen's retreating back and then at me as we exit the area to our cabin .Heather whispers something to Lindsay and Beth that I can't hear.

"Trouble,"I mumble quietly to myself. I get a slightly bad feeling.

"Who rocks the house?!I say gophers rock the house! When gophers rock the house,we rock it all the way down!

I cheer as I break into a series of complicated kicks,steps, and handclaps.

I was chosen by "Princess"Heather,whom appointed herself judge, earlier to perform in the talent show from my cheer audition along with Trent and herself (big surprise).

"Better not screw up or we'll haul your ass off the island first tonight,"Heather haughtily declared as she sneered at me superiorly.

I rolled my eyes and wiped my sweaty palms on my green tank top pretending not to care but,in actuality the pressure thundered in my chest.

I quickly got to work which explains why I'm sweating like a maniac now.

I cease the chant and begin to cartwheel into a triple back handspring. I didn't make the second handspring.

I trip over a rock falling on my butt.

"Great,"I groan as rub my now sore bottom as if to console it.

"I'll never get this is time for the talent show."

I check my watch for the time. Fifteen minutes until we have to meet back up to begin.I sigh defeated as I sit back up to stare at my feet. I'm going home.

"Well I think you did pretty good,"A familiar voice booms from behind me. I look up and it's DJ looming above me in pink tights holding a ribbon.

I blush as I give him a quizzical look.

DJ grins at my puzzled expression.

"Talent show," he replies reading my expression "This is my only talent I could think of right off the bat. My mom used to take me along to the ribbon dancing classes she taught and forced me to help her teach sometimes when I was about ten,"

"Ahh,"I reply nodding pretending to get it. Yet, I was still confused a why he brought male tights along with him to the show.

"At least you're good at your talent,I can't nail this triple back handspring for shit."I grumble standing up dusting off the back of my aquamarine shorts.

"Well, from what I've seen from a distance, you've being doing pretty good," DJ said. He then reddened.

"N-not like I was watching you creepily from behind a tree or anything."

DJ looks away to his left. His ears still bright red making my face glow warmly in reply.

H-he can't like me…..Can he?

I watch Dj some more focusing. His attention was now on his feet.

Or Could he?

I shake my head denying it.

No, that kiss meant nothing. It was just from the excitement of the revelation of Chef 's plot. He's probably just embarrassed to tell me how bad I really am as a dancer…..or oh shit a kisser!

My heart sinks to the bottom of my chest.

"Dj,I've gotta go,"my voice cracking from disappointment.

He stares into my hazel eyes with his soft brown eyes with an expression that appears to be hurt or pity.

I'm not quite sure.

He nods.

"Oh ,I see,"Dj replies softly ."S-see, you around then Monica.I hope one of us can kill the competition. We can go on with the plan of bringing down Chef. That is if you still want to."

Dj hurries off quickly before I can reply.

I look after him sighing staring at that nice butt of his as I continue to burn in embarrassment.

I tear myself away from the godly view and check my watch . Six minutes left.I recenter my focus and prepare to make the most of this six minutes.

-30 mins later-

"This bitch!"I shout outraged. I am back stage decked in my old gold and royal blue Central Atlanta Junior High uniform. My braids are placed in two pig tails as I glare angrily from the side of the stage at Heather.

The conniving bitch is onstage reading Gwen's diary to basically the whole world . I peer out to the audience trying to find Gwen, but the seat that she occupied is empty. I growl angrily glaring at Heather as she practically skips triumphantly back stage in her pale pink tutu.

"That was really low Heather and really uncalled for. Whodoes that?,"I whip around and confront begins to change back into her shoes behind me.

Heather scoffs sizing me up arrogantly as she unlaces her slippers.

"That's what she gets for that smart comment this morning."

I ball my fists up against the blue and gold pleats seriously wanting to sock this bitch.

She sees this and laughs rudely and tries to add to my anger

."And besides,it'll probably score waaaay more points that whatever sad act you're about to put on Queen Klutz.

*****************confessionals*********************************

"Sorry viewers for what I'm about to say but this (bleep)had it coming,"I sneer into the camera in the confessionals.

I manage to hold in the surprised gasp.I take a deep breath and smile acidly at Heather.

"Gee,you're right. You do probably know what you're talking about. You do after all know a lot about scoring since 90% of your high school has scored with you,"I throwback smiling faux sweetly.

Heather stops putting on her shoes. She stares at me with her mouth agape in horror and in anger.

Rounds of laughter thunder from the audience after the silence from the awesomeness of Harold's beat boxing. He scored a whopping 9.

So the comeback was heard pretty clearly.

Duncan,doubles over in the front row from laughter.

"Good one brah!There's no stopping this chick,"He hoots congratulating me along with others.

My confidence soars through the roof . I glance a red-faced Heather glaring at me angrily.

"What your back bitch,"Heather threatens boiling in rage.

I smirk. It's my turn to take the stage. I turn around to look back at her.

"Hun, I'm not worried,"I reply coolly

I bounce energetically onto the stage gaining a few wolf whistles from my short skirt.I flash a toothy grin to the crowd including my father who is eyeing my entire ensemble in disapproval. He could never stand my cheerleading outfits nor the practice gear. They "showed too much"he says.

I ignore him closing my eyes letting my training and confidence guide me.

My heart drums as I feel myself coming near the triple back spring.I brace myself for the cartwheel. I go right for it landing it perfectly even finishing it off with a unrehearsed split.

The crowd erupts into an infectious applause including a standing ovation from some.I grin widely happy that I can finally do something right.

The Chef-o-meter blinks a solid 10.

Chris rushes back on the stage taking my hand to lift it up."The winner's are the Screaming Gophers!"

My team let's out a chorus of loud hoots and rush onto the stage with me all, but Lindsay,Heather,and Beth whom remain on the bench.

"Mon-I-CA Mon-I-CA!"

Owen lifts me on his shoulders and I grin even wider, feeling the happiest since I've gotten off the boat to TOTAL DRAMA ISLAND.

The Killer Bass are quiet now as the prepare to go to the elimination ceremony. I see a few of them discreetly giving that hot guy Justin the stink eye.

-20mins later-

I'm sitting in the camp's center on a blanket Indian style. I reach over to pat Gwen consolingly on the back.

I had found her locked in the confessional refusing to come out. It took me and Lashawna fifteen minutes to get her out.

"Yeah girl,Trent probably didn't even know you were talking about him," Lashawna chimes to Gwen in hopes of cheering her up.

Gwen moans sadly.

"I don't know if that's worse or not. He'll probably think I like some other guy at this camp."Gwen places her head against my shoulder.

I hate seeing my friend like this. Me and Lashawna exchanged angry glances.

I nod.

"You can't let that bitch win. It's payback time,"I declare.

"So get up and let's find away to bag this bitch."

Gwen slowly lifts her head off my shoulder warming to the idea.

"Revenge is good,"she replies nodding looking from Lashawna and me smiley wickedly.

"That weird guy Harold did say he brought Red fire ants with him,"Gwen chuckles as she spots the Killer Bass coming back from elimination.

"Be back later guys."

Gwen waves at us smiling diabolically walking towards Harold .

Lashawna and I burst out laughing.

"Seems like revenge is the best medicine for some people,"Lashawna observes watching Gwen talk to Harold.

I spot DJ walking with Geoff chatting animatedly.

Lashawna pokes me with her elbow."There go your man girl,"she teases watching me blush "maybe you should go over and say something to him."

I shake my head remembering the earlier exchange with DJ.

Lashawna looks at me raising an eyebrow "Now why not?"she asks looking at me expectantly.

Before I can make up a lie,Dj sees me sitting next to Lashawna and urges Geoff to turn back around.

I sigh.

"That's why."