Ok so here's another chapter. I know it's shorter than the rest but that's because I'm typing it on my friend's laptop, so I don't have a lot of time. I also have two papers to write. Ugh! I hate test month! Turns out I bombed two tests that play a major part of my grade so I'm gonna have to do some serious butt kissing to make up the extra ground. That means major study sessions and extra awesome essays. Crap.

Chapter Ten

The Morning of the Elimination.

"Good Morning!" Emma is sitting in a lounge chair on the Dock of Shame. "As y'all know, yesterdays challenge wasn't one of the crazy stunts my wako cousin made his campers do. I mean really. I don't want to hurt these guys and…. and.." she pulls a script out from under her chair "And-I-really-love-them-all." She looks back to the camera smiling. Her smile starts to vanish slowly as she listens to what her producer's are saying.

"What do you mean I'm not supposed to read directly from the script?!" She listens a bit more. "Well then why'd ya give it to me………….I know the script is a first time thing for today only………… Whatever…….. I said scripts were a bad idea, but no one listens to me!" A tall man wearing a black shirt with the word 'director' printed on the back walks into view of the camera.

"Stew! Cover the camera's mic." He orders. Suddenly the sound goes really fuzzy. Anyone listening to the live show at home would only be able to catch bits of what the director is yelling at Emma.

"YOU……..THE SCRIPT………" He wags his finger in Emma's face but she just shoves it away and starts to yell back.

"……SHOULDN'T……….SCRIPT….SUCKS……HATE…….BURIE….ALIVE……..CASTLE FAR AWAY WHERE NO ONE CAN HEAR YOU……" (AN: Thanks Potter Puppet Pals for that last one. Ppl go check them out on youtube it's funny!) Suddenly it's an all out brawl! Emma and the director are shoving and punching each other! She twists his arm back, he yanks her hair, she socks him in the face, he gets her in the gut. Suddenly the screen goes black. The words 'Will proceed momentarily' flashes across the screen. Static…….

"And were back." Emma has a black eye, her clothes are ripped and her hair is all messed up. In the background you can see the director is being placed on a stretcher by paramedics. "Sorry about that. I promise that there will be no more script from here on out. Ok? Ok. Now back to the show. Let's look I on the Caribous." With that last word out she runs back to the director and gives him one more swift kick before they take him away.

Caribou Cabin

"Dude, am really nervous. And that challenge was really hard." Marissa and Jason were sitting in the crowded Caribou Cabin. Everyone was either talking about the elimination or discussing who they think should be going. Marissa and Jason have become friends over the past few days. She likes him as a friend, which is surprising because she doesn't like guys in general. (AN: SHE IS NOT RACIST!)

"Yeah. Me to. I can't believe we lost the challenge. Man this really bites." He replied. "I'm just happy the challenge wasn't one of the death defying things that Chris McClain made his campers do."

"Yeah I guess you got a point." She sighed and rummaged through her bag to find her black hoodie. Everyone was headin' to the mess hall for some poop that chef calls breakfast. When they got there they received several smug looks from the Hawks, which quickly disappeared after a series of warning glares from Benny and Jesse. Everyone got their poo- I mean food, and took a seat on the east side of the dining hall. On the wall a giant maroon banner read CARIBOU in gold letters and had the same antler symbol that was on the teams bandanas. Across the room the Hawks had the same display banner. Only theirs read HAWKS in silver and was blue.

The dining hall looked different from the way it looked in the first TDI. Their were three benches set up on each end of the room, instead of all six of them on the west side, like was in the original TDI. The new setting of the tables created a narrow path between the rival sides leading to Chef's serving window. Also, there were pictures from the first campers displayed on the walls around the room. Above the door leading to the outside porch there was a big picture of Owen holding his giant check victoriously above his head.

"Ok, campers!" A voice boomed from the center of the room. Every head turned to Emma, who looked as if she was just mugged. (hehe….I wonder why). "As you all know today is elimination day. Hawks you are safe! Caribou, someone is boogieing out'a here tonight. I'm gonna explain the elimination process now so I don't have to do it later. You will each go into the confessional one at a time, and state the name of the person you want to see going home. You are also allowed to give a brief explanation as to whay you are voting for that person. Keyword: brief. We would appreciate it if you kept things under a minute. (AN: Readers: you will be PMing (if possible.) me your votes. Please only vote for one person at a time. You can give the explanation for your character, instead of me making it up. Oh. And please don't put your vote in your review, or review your vote to me. I don't want people getting angry with each other for voting their character off, so let's keep it confidential. Alright? Alright. Now, back to the story.)

"So. Any questions? Comments? Concerns?" Emma asked

"Comment." Taylor said from the Hawks side. "Ya look like Toni did after she picked a fight with a guy twice her size." Toni smirked at the memory.

"Why?" Clair voiced what everyone was thinking.

"I beat up the director." Emma stated smugly.

"Yeah, Girl!" JB stood and gave her a high-five.

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Ok, I know the ending sucked, but bear with me. So, you all know how to vote campers off……..no?........well you should! Gosh, does anyone read my pretty ANs!

Anyway, I can't post another chapter until everyone gives me their vote! REMEMBER! PMs ONLY! (unless it is absolutely impossible, for whatever reason!)

Well I got a paper to write and a laptop to return…..crap.

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