Even
"Um, Jessica?" Even called to the host, looking at him from over his shoulder. "Are you sure that this is safe?"
At the current moment, Even was dangling above the open mouth of one very large Wawanakwa crocodile. Inside the mouth of said crocodile, a wooden 'W' was (poorly) tied around one very white, and very sharp, tooth.
"Is anything at this camp safe?" Jessica countered, making sure to put air quotes around the word 'safe'.
"Touché," Even nodded. "But in all seriousness, does Chris expect me to complete this challenge, and come back alive?"
"I suppose so," Jessica shrugged. "He said that he only lost one intern this time, versus the usual twenty-something."
Even gave a nervous chuckle. "That ain't exactly the most reassuring statement right there."
"But it's truthful."
"Once again, 'touché'."
The crocodile snapped its large mouth shut, its teeth clamping onto the back pocket of Even's faded blue jeans. Even hollered in shock and hurriedly pulled his way up the rope that supported him.
"Even!" Jessica cried. She grabbed frantically at the rope holding Even and began pulling it toward her, only to have Even hold a hand up at her.
"No," he said. "Leave the rope; I'm not losing to a freakin' crocodile."
"But, Even…"
"Nuh-uh," Even interrupted. "If Leshawna could take on two crocodiles, I can take on one."
Jessica gnawed nervously on her nails as she watched Even lower himself until he was only a foot above the crocodile's back. The crocodile had calmed down since attempting to take a bite out of Even only moments ago and was now resting peacefully in the water.
"Oh, be careful," Jessica pleaded, moving on to her other hand after the nails on her right were nibbled down to a nub.
Even turned to his worried friend and smiled. "Ah, don't be such a baby," he teased.
Jessica huffed. "I'm only concerned about your wellbeing," she said, obviously having missed the joking tone in Even's voice.
Even merely shrugged it off and turned back to the problem at hand. How on Earth, Even wondered, was he supposed to get this key?
"Gah! Look out!" Even and Jessica turned to whoever was yelling at them. They saw Keala, neon orange gun in her hands, waving frantically at them as a rather large dot, filled with a sickly green liquid, headed toward Even at full speed.
Jessica's eyes widened and she turned to Even. "Even, duck!" She yelled.
Even let go of the rope he was holding on to and fell onto the crocodile's scaly back. The crocodile, not expecting to be startled from his slumber, jerked upright so that he was standing on his hind legs. However, since he was a crocodile, his brain was unable to register the fact that a dart was coming toward him in time for him to duck. And so, the dart hit his underside, and he immediately went tumbling into the water.
Confessional Stall – That's right, fear PETA.
-Jessica slapped a hand to her forehead. "Methinks that PETA won't be to fond of this little incident."
Even looked in shock at the now sedated crocodile and then looked back to the leather wearing Bass girl. A hand was clapped to her forehead and the orange tranquilizer was clutched in her right hand, which hung limply by her thigh.
Keala's light blue eyes met with Even's and a blush rushed to her face, staining it pink. She immediately ran to him and apologized.
"I am so, so, so, so, so sorry for almost shooting you!" She cried.
Even just laughed at Keala and kneeled down by the unconscious crocodile; then, he ripped the jaws open and pulled the 'W' out of the crocodile's mouth.
"No need to apologize," he said. "You just made this challenge a hell of a lot easier on me."
Confessional Stall – Not to be used as a punching bag
-Keala slammed her fist against the confessional's wall. "Dammit! I just helped my competition with his challenge!" She then gave the camera a worried look. "I pray that my team wins this; otherwise, I fear I'll probably be the one going home tonight."
Jessica gave a sigh of relief now that Even had safely retrieved the desired 'W'. "Way to go, Ev," she said before turning to Keala. "And thank you, too. You possibly just saved my friend's life."
Confessional Stall – Where most shrugging ensues
-Keala raised her shoulders in a small shrug. "Well, if I get the boot tonight, at least I'll be able to think of how I possibly saved a life."
Jack
Jack's jaw dropped as he looked at the girl before him. "Cujo?" He asked, not fully able to believe that it was indeed his older sister.
"Hey, Jack," she smiled, a Bō staff in her hands. "How's my baby brother doing?"
Jack rubbed his eyes in disbelief, then, when he was sure neither Chris nor his eyes were playing tricks on him, wrapped Cujo in a bone-crushing hug.
"Holy shit!" He yelled. "What're you doing here?!"
Cujo laughed and poked Jack in the stomach with her Bo staff. "Care to go a round? Just for old times sake?"
Truth be told, Jack hadn't tried dueling anyone since Cujo had left for college, and he wasn't quite sure if he could beat her. Cujo was, after all, the one who taught him how to fight properly. Because, quite frankly, he had sucked at any kind of physical combat before she took the time to help him.
But regardless, Jack couldn't say 'no' to a duel with his sister.
"You're on!" He yelled, pulling a Bō staff out of nowhere.
Cujo, not expecting such eagerness, jumped back and fell to the ground. She quickly stood up and smoothed the wrinkles off of her cut-off jeans. "The rules are simple," she said. "We fight for five minutes straight. In those five minutes, use your Bō to counter every attack. Got it?"
Jack rolled his eyes (though one remained hidden behind a curtain of pink-black hair) at Cujo. "Yeah, yeah," he said, his ego getting the better of him. "LET"S GO!"
Immediately, Cujo swung her Bō at Jack, who held his own in front of him in order to deflect the blow. Cujo's Bō ricocheted off of Jack's and hit her square in the nose.
"Ay!" Cujo cried as she tended to her injured nose, which had started to bleed.
Jack's eyes widened and he dropped his staff. He ran to his sister's side and said, "Oh, God, Cujo! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean that! Honest!"
Cujo swung her staff at Jack violently and Jack jumped back, startled. Cujo clucked her tongue in disappointment at Jack's superior sense gullibility. "Tsk, tsk, tsk, Jackie," she said. "I thought I taught you better than to fall for such a simple charade?"
Jack stared dumfounded at his sister. Cujo saw Jack's expression and gave a playful laugh. "Aw, come on, Jack. It couldn't have shocked you that badly!"
But Jack continued to stare at Cujo in awe, to a point where Cujo began to grow concerned. "Jack?" She asked.
She stepped forward toward her baby brother and lightly touched his shoulder. He fell forward onto the ground, and it was then that Cujo caught sight of the dart that stood upright in Jack's left ass cheek.
"One down, three to go," Cujo heard Keala mutter from her spot behind the bushes. Keala then looked at Cujo and blushed. "Sorry," she said, and then she scuffled away.
Alice
Alice yelped as she watched Reggie slam the pickup truck into a nearby tree, knocking a family of squirrels to the grassy ground below. She ran frightfully toward Osairia, Reggie still in pursuit.
"Wrong way, Alice!" Osairia shouted as she directed Alice toward the bulky, blue SUV that sat stationary on the other side of the green field.
"I know!" Alice yelled, yelping again as Reggie nudged the back of her legs with the truck.
Osairia sighed. "Come on, Alice! Don't you want your journal back?"
Alice froze in her tracks and was knocked to the ground as Reggie collided with her legs. She hissed in pain for a moment before turning back to Osairia. "Repeat?" She asked.
Osairia nodded, surprised that Alice had just taken a blow from behind but didn't seem to be injured or fazed in the slightest. "Don't you want your journal back?" Osairia repeated.
Alice's eye twitched and she stomped over toward Osairia, who tugged nervously at her nametag. Alice gripped Osairia firmly by the shoulders and locked eyes with her. "You mean to tell me that Chris McClean, the most sadistic man in all of Ontario, has my journal?" She asked.
Osairia just nodded. "Yeah."
Alice grit her teeth together behind her lips. "Did he happen to take anything else?" She wanted to know, though she hoped the answer was 'no'.
Osairia thought the question over for a minute before nodding. "Oh, yeah. He took that 'Twilight' book, too."
"THAT TEARS IT!" Alice shouted, throwing Osairia roughly to the ground. She spun around on her heel so that she was facing Reggie in the pickup, and silently dared him to try and run her down again.
Reggie shrunk nervously into the seat of the truck before he slowly inched it forward. This proved to be an idiotic choice, however, as Alice kicked her heel into the truck's bumper and sent it backward a few feet.
"FOR EDWARD!" She yelled, her fists raised high above her honey-blond head as she jumped onto the car's hood and ran the length of it. She jumped onto the bed of the trunk and quickly jumped right back out, onto the grassy field. She took off running for the rust-brown 1953 Chevy Pickup on the other end of the field.
"Hey! That's cheating!" Reggie yelled from the driver's seat. He made a U-turn with the pickup and took off after Alice, not willing to be bested by a crazed Edward Cullen fan girl.
But Alice was already halfway across the field, and was going at speeds far too fast for Reggie to catch up with. With an earsplitting, worse-than-nails-on-a-chalkboard scream, Alice jumped the rest of the distance to the Chevy and grazed it with the tips of her fingers.
Reggie had been so focused on catching up with Alice that he didn't pay attention to how fast he was truly going, and consequently lost control of his truck. The truck swerved out of control and did a full 180 before it slammed right into the Chevy.
"Alice!" Osairia cried. The Bass Counselor took off in a sprint toward the wrecked cars, her Counselor ID slapping her in the face with each step she took. She kneeled down beside the back bumper of the Chevy and searched for Alice.
"Alice," she called. "Alice!"
Someone tapped Osairia on the back of her head; it was Alice, looking chipper as ever, standing behind her, rocking on the balls of her feet.
"But how did you…"
"I'll take that final clue now," Alice grinned.
Osairia stared at Alice, one eyebrow raised and with heavy frown lines creasing her forehead. "Say what now?" Osairia asked.
"Final clue," Alice repeated. "You know: that thing you were supposed to give me for completing this task."
Osairia looked from Alice to Reggie, who had ambled out of the pickup and was now leaning against the open door giving Alice the same look that Osairia was. The look, to put it simply, said Is that girl crazy?
Osairia responded by casting Reggie a look that said, Yes.
Confessional Stall – So many crazies, so little time
-"I hate to quote Leshawna," Osairia said. "But is it just me, or is that girl some kind'a crazy?"
-"What the hell was that?!" Reggie shouted at the camera.
-Alice held her hands up in defense. "Hey, I'm not crazy," she said. "It's just that no one messes with my journal and gets away with it!"
Peiton
Peiton panted heavily as she ran toward the top of the 1,000 foot cliff, Phoebe still in hot pursuit and madder than ever. "Get back here, you Crazy Loon!" She shouted.
Peiton stopped dead in her tracks; she turned on her heels and faced the raging Gopher Girl. "Excuse me?" She asked, hands on hips and eyes narrowed into tiny slits.
Phoebe's nostrils flared and she frowned at Peiton. "You heard me, Crazy LOON."
Peiton growled a throaty growl and Phoebe stepped back, shocked that something that sounded so menacing could come from such a perky looking girl.
"I'm sure that I didn't hear you right," Peiton said as she took a step toward Phoebe.
"I think you did," Phoebe shot back, straightening her form so that she stood taller than the furious looking blond; secretly though, she was a tad bit scared of what Peiton's next move might be.
Peiton suddenly lunged at Phoebe and knocked the two of them to the ground. Phoebe yelped as her back dug into a rather sharp rock on the ground.
"Never call me a crazy loon!" Peiton yelled. And she sent Phoebe rolling down the 1,000 foot cliff, giggling a little bit on the inside. She watched as she came to a stop at Chris' feet, who stood at the bottom of the cliff nonchalantly filing his nails. Chris then helped Phoebe off the ground and led her into the mess hall, out of Peiton's sight.
"Well then," Peiton said to herself. "That takes care of that." She then turned toward the cliff's edge; she pulled her cell phone out of her pocket and checked the digital clock. "I got time," she said before running full speed toward the edge and jumping off. She screamed the whole 1,000 feet as she dropped down into the water.
Confessional Stall – Sugar, Sugar
-Chef Hatchet rubbed the back of his neck. "Okay," he said. "Maybe forcing Peiton to eat a whole three pound bag of sugar was a bad idea." His face then contorted into a look of disgust. "But it serves her right for snooping through my kitchen! And I don't care how many times she said 'But Chris made me do if for the challenge'. It don't matter to me! Next time: Don't get caught!"
Ben
Ben sneezed as he worked his way carefully up a large tree. "Stupid dust," he muttered as he continued his trek up the tree. He batted a branch of green pine needles out of his face and sneezed again.
Confessional Stall – Offers only Benadryl
-"Great," Ben said. "The first challenge and already my allergies start acting up. To make things worse, Peiton and I are still on separate teams, and it's killing me!"
"Ben!"
Ben turned toward the voice he so easily recognized as Peiton. He saw her dangling upside down from a tree a few yards away from him and he smiled.
"Peiton!" He yelled back, then he paused. "What are you doing?"
Peiton shrugged. "Oh, you know," she said. "Just hanging around."
Ben rolled his eyes at the cheesy pun. "That was a horrible pun, and you know it," he laughed.
Peiton shrugged again. "What'cha doin' baby brother? This part of a challenge?"
Ben nodded. "Uh-huh. Wolf just told me I had to find the 'W' that was up here, and if I did, it was mine to keep."
"W?" Peiton asked. "You mean this one?" She pulled a 'W' from inside her plaid jacket and waved it in Ben's direction.
"I'm assuming it is, yes," Ben said. "You found it up this tree, right?" He gestured to the tree he was currently climbing.
"You bet," she said. "Here! Catch!"
She threw the W at Ben, who reached out for it, but it spiraled just out of his reach and fell to the ground, knocking a passing raccoon on the noggin.
"Oh!" Peiton cried. "I apologize Señor Raccoon! It was complete accident!"
But the raccoon didn't want to hear Peiton's apologies and pleas for forgiveness. No, she had disrupted his peaceful afternoon stroll and now, as far as he was concerned, she must pay.
"My raccoon brethren!" He shouted, though of course it was all spoken in Raccoon, so it sounded more like unintelligible shrieks than anything else. "Attack the blond and her brother! They wish to wage war! War I say!"
A swarm of furry raccoons came in droves from behind bushes, from the tops of trees, and one very daring raccoon crawled up and out of Sasquatchanakwa's stomach, much to the disturbance and disappointment of said Sasquatch.
"Um… Peiton," Ben said. "Do raccoons normally travel in packs like this?"
"I dunno," Peiton said. "But I remember when Jenny – you remember my friend Jenny, don't you Benny? Oh my God! Benny and Jenny! I rhymed!"
While Peiton continued to babble on about 'being a poet when she didn't even know it', Ben slowly began to descend the tree, wanting to get as far away from the furry demons that waited below as he possibly could.
"Hey!" A raccoon shouted. "There goes to boy! After him!" Of course, this too was spoken in Raccoon.
The raccoons turned toward Ben, who by now had tiptoed a good ten feet away from them, and ran as fast as their stubby feet could carry them after him.
"Ah!" Ben screamed as a raccoon gnashed at his ankles with its gleaming teeth. "Peiton! Help!"
Peiton, having still been going on and on about her impressive rhyming skills, was shocked to hear her brother yelling for help quite a distance away from where she last saw him.
"Oh my gosh!" She yelled. "Ben!"
She immediately dropped down from the tree and ran toward Ben, chest thrust forward again to flash around her red 'P' emblem. "Don't worry, baby brother! Peiton's here!"
Peiton threw herself at the army of raccoons and landed atop their leader. The leading raccoon shrieked as a weight far greater than he pressed him further into the ground and motioned for his fellow Raccoons to continue the attack.
"Ben! Run!" Peiton yelled as she kicked a pack of three raccoons away from her.
"But, Peiton!" He cried. "What about you?"
"Don't worry about me!" Peiton yelled back. "Just get out of here!"
She picked the 'W' that had started this whole ordeal up off the ground and tossed it to Ben. "Go! Go with your 'W' and complete this challenge, baby brother! Do it in my honor!"
Ben bowed his head toward his sister. "You are truly a wonderful sister," he said. He turned on his heels and ran out of the forest, screaming "I'll never forget you Peiton!"
Once she was certain he was out of earshot, Peiton stood up from the ground and turned toward the raccoons. They still looked pissed as ever.
"Well, I guess I'd be a fool to try and take them on," Peiton said. She raised her arms high above her head and took off screaming into the forest, the raccoons still following close behind.
Phoebe
"How exactly is this supposed to be a difficult challenge?" Phoebe asked as she straightened out the creases in her bright pink sundress.
"It's not," Chris said. "It's just amusing to see you wearing such a girly dress."
Phoebe growled. "Are you implying that I don't act girly enough for you?"
Chris tapped his fingers to his chin. "Well, girly-girls don't throw their teammates into the water and punch a hole into the bottom of a dock! …Unless they're Eva, whose gender is still under debate."
Phoebe growled again, this time lower. "What are you trying to say, huh? That you can't determine whether I am female?"
Chris gulped down the large lump that formed in his throat. "Um… of course not.
Confessional Stall – Despises pink
-Chris shuddered in the Confessional. "It's not that I have a hard time classifying Phoebe as a chick; it's just that she's way too violent to not be unsure…"
-"Contrary to what people may believe, I don't have anger issues," Phoebe said as she jabbed a Chris McClean plushie with a spork. (A/N: Fear the almighty SPORK!!)
"So, what exactly do I have to do?" Phoebe asked Chris. "This challenge can't possibly be this simple."
"Actually, I'm just getting a kick out of this!" Chris laughed. "You pass!"
Chris held his sides together as he tossed a wooden 'W' at Phoebe. "Oh, this is too good to be true," he laughed.
Confessional Stall – Not as private as Chris lets on
-Phoebe shook her head. "Chris severely disappointed me with that last challenge. I mean, just make me wear a dress? How is that so-"
Phoebe stopped mid-sentence and fell to the floor of the confessional. Keala peered in through the small metal grate at the top of the stall and smile. "Two more!"
Raphael
A think layer of perspiration formed on Raphael's forehead as he gripped the microphone tightly in his thin, white hands. He looked out at his audience: Chris, Chef, Kia, some brunette girl he'd never seen before, Peiton, and some man wearing a trench coat and sunglasses.
"You can do it, Ralphy!" Peiton screamed. Raphael once again found at the nickname.
"I wish you'd stop calling me that," he said.
"Yeah," Peiton said. "And Courtney wanted Duncan to stop calling her 'Princess', but that sure didn't stop him!"
"Dude! Just ignore her and sing the song!" The man in the trench coat and sunglasses yelled, though his voice sounded far too high to be a man's.
"Yeah, come on, Raphael!" The brunette yelled. "You can do it!"
Confessional Stall – Wonders who the brunette is as well
-Raphael pulled his Sharpie out of the pocket of his shorts and brought it to his left hand. He wrote something down and then turned it to face the camera. It read, "Any idea who that girl is?"
Raphael licked his chapped lips as he heard the music began playing in the background. Then, he brought the microphone to his lips, and quietly began to sing.
'Marcy; Marcy's mine
And I'm hers
And it's true; she isn't perfect
And that's fine
But what happens now,
To the life I thought
I knew?
I had my whole life planned out
There was no surprise to speak of
I knew without a doubt
What life was all about
But now I'm caught because I'm choosing
Between the life I may be losing
And Marcy
Who I love
I try to stay the course
I think of Marcy and I wander
There's this pulling, aching force
And I'm certain of the source
At first I did my best to completely destroy it
Now I'm starting to enjoy it!
Is this goodbye to knowing my next move?
Goodbye to knowing where I stand?
This change isn't small
Do I go back on all I've planned?
And say hello to uncertain mornings?
Just awake and take it from there?
But I may regret this choice
'Cause I'm reeling
It's too much to bet
On a whim that I'm feeling
Too much is resting on my saying goodbye
But then there's Marcy
Who sees who I am and still has the nerve to care
I know that Marcy
Won't give a damn if I plan my life out or leave it up to chance
Or set up shop on the moon
She'll love me anyway
So I say
Goodbye to my expectations
Goodbye to everything I know
No rules to obey, so I'll wake every day and I'll go
Full steam to who-knows-what, who cares?
As long as Marcy's by my side
I used to just do what was planned and prepared
I wouldn't trust chance because I was too scared
But Marcy is my reason now to try
So to who I used to be
And the life I thought I wanted
Goodbye
Goodbye
Goodbye!'
The moment Raphael cut off that final note, a loud round of applause (or as loud as it can get with six people) sounded from the audience. Chris whistled, Peiton and the brunette girl clutched each other and squealed, Kia just went to painting her nails, and Chef Hatchet even cracked a smile.
"All right, Raphael!" The man in the trench coat shouted. The man then pulled at his trench coat and cast it to the ground to reveal… IZZY!
Raphael's eyes nearly popped out of his head as everyone's favorite Psycho Hose Beast threw herself at the nerd, an insane smile plastered on her face as usual. "That was sooooo amazing!" She yelled. "Encore!"
Raphael began to turn a light shade of indigo as Izzy's tight grasp cut off his circulation from the waist up. After a few minutes of struggling, he finally managed to escape the crazy girl and ran toward Chris.
"Chris!" He yelled. "Give me the clue so that I can get outta here!"
Chris shrugged and tossed Raphael a wooden 'N' and a piece of gray, folded paper. "There ya are, Ralphy," he said, using the nickname that Peiton had bestowed upon him. "Now get going, I'll meet up with you in a few minutes."
"Wait!" Izzy yelled as she chased after the screaming Raphael. "I want to hear an encore! Encore says I!"
Alberto
Alberto sighed heavily as he dumped the mop once again into the rust-stained bucket.
Josh
Josh frowned at the small puzzle book placed before him before he looked up at Jasmine. "This is it?" he asked her. "This is all Chris expects me to do?"
Jasmine looked over Josh's shoulder at the Sudoku puzzle that lay blank on the mess hall table. She noted that it was marked "Easy" at the top and suppressed a laugh… poorly.
"It's not funny," Josh said as Jasmine accidentally let loose a snicker. "It's insulting! Here I am, one of the smartest Campers here, and he gives me a freakin' Sudoku puzzle as my final challenge! And an Easy one at that!"
"Stop your whining and embrace the fact that Chris went easy on you," Jasmine frowned. "You may take this offensively, but I'm pretty sure that your teammates would kill for a challenge so simple."
Confessional Stall – Better at Crossword Puzzles
-"Okay," Josh said. "I understand that maybe I was a little too dramatic with that Sudoku puzzle… but come on! I mean, I'm one of the smartest people here, and Chris' decides that my last challenge should be a freakin' Sudoku puzzle? And on EASY?!"
"There," Josh frowned as he placed a '9' in the upper left corner of the middle box in the first row. The puzzle was complete. "I finished."
Jasmine, who had turned back to her computer moments before, looked at Josh. "Huh?" She asked. "Oh! Um…" She reached below the table and pulled out a wooden 'A'. "There you are."
Josh frowned. "What? Not even gonna bother to check to see if its right?"
"Why would I need to?" Jasmine asked. Then she smiled and said, "Like you said, it was 'Easy'."
Rain
Rain covered her ears in an attempt to block out the sound coming from the woman onstage. She was dressed in an archaic Viking outfit, complete with horned helmet, and was belting out notes far too high for any human being.
"Rain," Chris chuckled as he tried prying Rain's hands away from her ears. "You're gonna have to listen to the music for at least two minutes if you want to pass this challenge."
Rain gave a look that read 'And if I refuse?' Chris seemed to understand the meaning behind the look and said, "Well, you don't have to complete the challenge if you don't want. But it'll come at the cost of you not seeing your charm bracelet again until the end of your stay here."
Rain cringed and Chris knew he had her. The charm bracelet had belonged to her beloved grandmother who had passed away when Rain turned eight. Leukemia. Her grandmother had left her the bracelet in her will and Rain had held the bracelet close to her ever since. She should've known better than to bring it with her to the island.
"You're a sick man, McClean," Rain said as she gestured to the woman, who had been holding the current note for a good minute and a half now (though Rain only heard fifteen seconds behind her plugged ears).
Chris smiled his sadistic smiled and said, "I know I am. Don't'cha love it?"
Confessional Stall – McDonald's! Buh, duh, buh, buh, buh, I'm lovin' it!
-Rain gave the camera a confused look. "Does he really want me to answer that?"
Rain just rolled her eyes at Chris before she set her eyes once again on the woman. She had, thankfully, moved along from the previous note and had moved on to singing something so high that Rain couldn't make out the words.
"Oh, just kill me now," Rain muttered as she sunk low into her chair.
Chris smiled. "Be careful what you wish for," he smirked. Rain glared at him, and he quickly buttoned his lip.
Rain once again turned back to the woman onstage and cringed. Just two stinkin' minutes, she thought. Two stinkin' minutes.
Alex
Alex was working her way toward contorting her face into a permanent frown when she finally snapped. "Okay, that's it!" She yelled. She grabbed Daniel, who was still grinding against her, and threw him off the side of the stage; she turned to Wolf.
"It has to have been thirty minutes by now! It has to have been!"
Wolf pulled his head from the bucket of popcorn and started at Alex. "You're still here?" He asked.
Alex shook her head in disbelief. "Of course I'm still here! I'm trying to get my final freakin' clue! Now as I said: It has to have been thirty minutes by now."
Wolf met Alex's frown with one of his own. He set the popcorn bucket down on the ground and then looked her in the eyes. "Alex… the thirty minutes was up about-" he checked his watch. "Another thirty minutes ago."
A silence overtook the amphitheater and the muscles in Alex's jaw clenched together. "Say that again?"
Wolf shrunk back in his seat, pondering just how upset Alex really was. "The thirty minutes was up about another thirty minutes ago."
Flames all but shot from Alex's mouth as she lunged at Wolf, arms outstretched and nostrils flaring. "YOU MEAN I'VE BEEN DANCING WITH DANIEL FOR A FREAKIN' HOUR?!"
Wolf tried to nod his head in agreement, but found it rather difficult with Alex's hands wrapped tightly around his neck.
Daniel ran toward his fellow Counselor and pried Alex's hands from his throat.
"Hey, hey, hey now!" Daniel cried, keeping a distance between Alex and Wolf with his short little arms. "Violence never solves anything. Except for this one time when violence turned out to be the only way to convince my sister's boyfriend to-"
"And you!" Alex shouted, looking ferociously at Daniel. "You and your friggin' little 'dance routine'! I ought'a kill you!"
Daniel chuckled nervously and he backed away slowly. "But you wouldn't, right?"
Alex shook her head. "Wrong."
The next sound to fill the amphitheater were Daniel's shrill, obnoxious screams as Alex chased him around the island. Wolf, meanwhile, just watched while munching on his popcorn.
Confessional Stall – Doesn't love its job as much as others
"I love this job," Wolf said as he threw a few popcorn kernels into his mouth.
Keala
Keala crept silently through the brush, tranquilizer gun ready and lip bit in anxiety. She had two more targets to go: Destiny and Christian, and she was currently looking for the former. She had spotted her a way's back, but didn't thought that Destiny would willingly let her shoot her, even if it were for the sake of the challenge.
"Stupid Chris," Keala heard Destiny say. "Has the nerve to make me sit through a freakin' cheerleader routine. He knows how much I hate those bubble-brained, preppy bimbos!"
Keala peered from behind the bushes, catching Destiny in her line of sight. She saw Destiny heading toward the Mess Hall, and aimed the gun. "I'm sorry, Desitny,"
Keala pulled the trigger, but at the wrong time, for Jamie had just walked into her line of fire.
"Hey, Destiny," she heard him say before he let loose a small yelp. She heard a soft thud as Jamie fell to the dirt, and mentally cursed herself for not checking the area to see if anyone else had been around.
"Jamie!" She heard Destiny scream. Keala took the opportunity to fire the tranquilizer again and pulled back the trigger. Destiny yelped, too, as the dart embedded itself in her upper arm. The sedatives took affect, and she went tumbling to the ground alongside Jamie.
"One more," she said, and, as she had so many times before, scuttled away.
'Christian'
Christian bit his lip in frustration as he looked from the TV screen back to the DDR mat at his feet. He stomped mercilessly on the arrows as an upbeat techno song played from the television speakers. Kimmie stood on the mat next to his, and she was seriously kicking his ass at this game.
Come on Christian, he thought, you can beat her. Just focus on the arrows and press them at the right times. Easy, right?
"Christian, come on!" Kimmie yelled over the music as she stomped on the mat violently. "I want you to win this challenge as much as you do."
Confessional Stall – Not the best dancer
-"Am I the only one who finds it hard to believe that a Counselor from my rival team would want me to win?" Christian asked.
"Ah, give me a break!" Christian snapped. "I've never played this stupid game before."
Kimmie snorted. "Dude, what kid's never played DDR?"
Christian frowned at Kimmie. "I'd prefer it if you didn't refer to me as a 'kid'," he said, placing air quotes around the last word. "I'm every bit the adult you are if not more so."
"Well then let me rephrase," Kimmie said. "Who, by today's standards, hasn't played DDR by the time they reach adulthood?"
This drew another frown from Christian.
Confessional Stall – Dark Decrepit Restroom-stall (DDR)
-"I hate when people mess with me," Christian muttered.
-Kimmie laughed. "Dudes, that Christian kid needs to lighten up! I mean, he's only twelve, but he talks like a freaking 50-year-old."
"Whatever," Christian said, turning his attention back to the screen. He was pleased to see that his little conversation with Kimmie had distracted the Screaming Gophers Counselor long enough for Christian to sneak peeks at the TV screen and play the arrows well enough to tie his DDR score with her.
"What the crap?" Kimmie asked as she saw the scores. "How did-?"
She thought back to the conversation between her and Christian, and how his feet never stopped moving, while hers had. "You little cheater!" She shouted.
Christian shrugged his shoulders and said, "Nothing in the rules against that."
Kimmie was determined now; she was determined to beat the 12-year-old. She was determined to leave him in the dust and beat him at this game so bad that he would beg to be off this island. Or at least go crying to mommy, whichever.
Unbeknownst to the battling dancers, a certain leather-clad Bass girl was sneaking in the amphitheater's audience, an orange tranquilizer gun in her hands.
"Got'cha," Keala said as she aimed the gun at Christian. She fired a shot from her gun, and a dart came sailing out of the tip. The dart whipped through the air, spiraling and spiraling until eventually it came to a stop in Kimmie's right shoulder.
"YOW!" Kimmie cried. She reached to remove the dart, but the sedatives it held were extremely fast acting, and she keeled over the minute she attempted to move her body. Now sedated, Kimmie, much to Christian's delight, was registered unable to hit any of the arrows on her DDR pad.
"Yes!" Christian shouted as the letters on the TV screen declared him the winner of the DDR battle. He cheered loudly and wildly only to be stopped short when Keala fired a second dart at him. The dart embedded itself in Christian's lower back and the boy, just as Kimmie had moments before him, went plummeting to the ground.
"Done," Keala cheered before she tiptoed away from the amphitheater, leaving Kimmie and Christian unconscious on the ground.
Confessional Stall – Wouldn't trust Keala with its life
-"What?" Keala asked. "I didn't want to have to explain to Christian why I shot him in the back with a tranquilizer dart!"
Lexie
"Now this right here?" Lexie asked. "This is a whole new level of degrading." She gestured to the outfit she wore, an oversized chicken costumed that looked like it served part-time as a mascot for a fast food chain. The feathers were stained a dull brown from age and the chicken beak, which Lexie had pushed up to the top of her head, was missing its bottom half.
"Go on," Chris said as he patted Lexie's tail feathers. "Do the challenge."
Confessional Stall – No longer wants KFC for dinner
-Lexie was crammed into the stall due to the chicken costume's immense size. However, the size of the confessional didn't do anything to make her stare any less angry. "That mamma's boy Chris better hope I win this contest. I didn't come here to be humiliated on the first day, and be voted out. Nuh-uh; no sir. I came to win!"
She itched at the feathers on her left wing. "Where did Chris even get this costume anyhow?"
Lexie sighed and pushed the broken beak down so that it rested on her nose. Then, she looked ahead at the group of nine Counselors, one co-hostess, and one lunatic chef. "Do I really gotta do this?" She wanted to know.
Chris shrugged his broad shoulders. "The decision is yours to make. However, if you don't complete the challenge, you don't get your final clue, and then you do get your friend 'Momo' back.
Confessional Stall – Free the Penguins!
-The vein in Lexie's neck jutted outwardly as she vented. "Okay… so far today, I've had to give that spoiled princess Kia a pedicure, help Chef bake Norma a batch of cookies – which caught on fire for the record! – Drag Chris' pampered butt from one end o' the isle to the other, donate more than half my own blood –which will no doubt be used for some twisted challenge later on – and a few other things that I'll just keep to myself.
"Now Chris expects me to go out there in front of the Counselors and do the chicken dance? And hold my precious Momo hostage?!"
"Fine," Lexie said. "But if I do all this and my team loses, and then they decide to vote me out, you'd best head for the hills, 'cuz I will then be on your tail like an ox on a matador."
Confessional Stall – Toro, Toro!
-Chris gave the camera a confused look. "'Like an ox on a matador'?" He asked. "Who says something like that?"
Lexie inhaled deeply and walked onto the amphitheater's stage, a wave of laughter following shortly thereafter. The Chicken Dance started playing in the background as she performed the idiotic dance routine. She held her arms outward from her body as though they were wings and began flapping them like an idiot.
"Woo-hoo, go Lexie!" Daniel cheered from the front row as he dug his greedy little hands into Wolf's bucket of popcorn. Wolf glared at Daniel and tried to move the popcorn out of Daniel's reach, but the boy still managed to get to the popcorn anyway.
Lexie felt the heat rise to her face as Jaro and Reggie let out catcalls and Osairia took pictures with her camera phone. She could hear Chris laughing his pampered ass off behind her as she shook her tail feathers in a ridiculous fashion.
The dance continued for a good five minutes, and every single one of those minutes were filled with laughter and ridicule at poor Lexie's expense. But so came the consequences of signing up for a reality show with Chris McClean, one of the most sadistic men in Ontario, as the host.
"Okay, I think that's enough!" Chris called at the five-minute mark. He pressed 'STOP' on the CD player he'd been using and Lexie quickly ran offstage.
"You're gonna pay, McClean," she said as she began removing the chicken costume.
Chris just smiled and tossed her a wooden 'A' and a piece of folded red paper. "You know you enjoyed every minute of that," he smirked.
Russell and Grace
Grace and Russell ran screaming from the Wawanakwa cave, a rather large, rather angry bear following close behind.
"Russell thought Kimmie said the bear was sedated!" Russell hollered as he and Grace scuttled up the same tree Raphael had nearly an hour ago.
"It was!" Kimmie called from her spot on the ground. "But you guys took so long, I guess the sedatives wore off!"
Russell and Grace continued to scream as they ran rapidly into the forest, a bag of marshmallows tucked under Russell's arm, and the bear staring hungrily at them.
Hillary
Hillary laughed as she made a beeline for Chris' trailer, with nine wooden letters held tightly in her arms and a wave of angry Counselors following behind her. To none of their great surprise, she had managed to manipulate all of them into completing her nine tasks for her, and was now hurriedly on her way to collect her treasured necklace.
"Get back here you pampered Daddy's girl!" Daniel yelled as he tossed his shoe at her head.
But Hillary kept on running, and soon enough, the trailer was in view. She laughed even louder as she rapped loudly on Chris' door, eager to get inside.
"Hillary!" Chris smiled as she burst into his trailer. "Glad to see you figured out your final clue."
"Yeah, yeah," Hillary snapped. "Just tell me what the hell I need to do!"
Confessional Stall – Patience is a virtue
-Chris frowned. "Why is it that none of these kids have patience?"
"Okay, okay," Chris said. "Geesh, have some patience. For the final part of this challenge, you will need to…"
"CHRIS! OPEN THE GODDAMN DOOR!"
Chris and Hillary turned to the trailer door and saw Russell and Grace running toward them through the screen. Russell had a bag of marshmallows tucked under his arm, and a Wawanakwa bear was following close behind them, eyeing the treats with a look of pure desire.
"Dude!" Chris shouted. "Drop the marshmallows!"
But Russell and Grace ignored Chris and burst through the trailer door. They slammed the door behind them and the bear came to an abrupt stop as it slammed face-first into the trailer, which shook from the impact.
"Dude!" Chris yelled again. "Why did you keep the bag?"
Russell was panting heavily and couldn't seem to find enough breath to formulate a coherent response. Instead, all that came from his mouth were bits of drool and the words "bear", "Kimmie", "run fast" and for some odd reason "Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious".
Chris turned to Grace with one eyebrow raised. Grace got the gist of the raised eyebrow and acted as a translator for Russell. "What he means to say is, we were so startled by the bear, since Kimmie said he was heavily sedated when we went into his cave, that we took off running so fast and ended up forgetting we were holding on to the marshmallows."
"Oh," Chris said, feigning comprehension. But his eyebrow still remained raise as he said, "But why did he say 'Supercalifragilistic-blah-blah-blah'?"
Grace shrugged. "Why do we humans do most of the stuff we do?"
Confessional Stall – Not the best at riddles
-"Why can't any of these Campers ever give me a straight-forward answer?" Chris asked.
The trailer door burst open again and Raphael crashed to the floor, his faded blue sweatshirt covered in dust and grass stains and his hair even more mussed up than usual. His glasses were askew and he, like Russell and Grace, was panting heavily.
"Izzy?" Chris asked.
Raphael nodded and the crazed redhead crashed into the trailer door shortly thereafter. "Come on!" She shouted through barred teeth, a crazed look (even more crazed than usual) in her eyes. "Encore! Encore!!!!"
Raphael pulled Russell in front of him and whimpered. "M-make her go away," he begged.
Russell smiled sympathetically at the nerd and turned to Izzy. Then he shifted his eyes so that they were looking over Izzy's shoulder, clapped a hand to his head, and shouted, "Izzy should look! Russell sees the RCMP!"
Izzy's jade green eyes widened and she took off into the woods, running at full speed and shouting at the top of her lungs her trademark catchphrase, "YOU'LL NEVER GET ME ALIVE!", which was followed with a bout of insane laughter.
"Thank you," Raphael said to the Superman-emblem-bearing teen.
Russell flashed Raphael a pearly smile and said, "Russell says 'You are most welcome'."
"AAAAAAAAAAAH!"
Chris rolled his beady eyes as he eyed the door. "Oh great. Now what?"
Ben and Peiton came running into the trailer with what appeared to be a large raccoon monster chasing them. The raccoons gnashed their teeth at the trailer's screen door and Chris screamed.
"They're gonna eat my trailer! They're gonna eat my freakin' trailer!"
Peiton smiled sadistically. "Aweeeeeesomeeeee!"
Ben gave his sister a look of concern. "No!" He shouted. "Not cool, because we're in the trailer!"
Peiton shrugged. "Oh well; we had a good run." She turned to the others. "And I'm sure you guys did, too."
"Chris McClean!" A voice boomed throughout the forest, startling the raccoons and causing them to scatter off in multiple directions.
Alice nearly knocked the door off its hinges as she kicked it open and stomped over to the frightened host. She grabbed him by his shirt collar and pressed her face close against his.
"Where is it?!" She asked. "Where is my journal?!"
Chris let a girly squeak escaped Chris' lips as Alice began to shake him fiercely. "Well?!" She demanded.
"If you'd let me down, I could tell you the answer."
Alice immediately dropped the host, who then sunk to the floor in a heap of expensive clothing and way-too-pampered hair.
"I suppose I deserved that for not emphasizing the fact that I wanted you to let me down gently, but I digress. As I was saying…"
"GYAAH!"
"Of course," Chris muttered as Derek came bounding into the trailer, a pile of purple God-knows-what following close behind him. Peiton caught sight of the slop and a second smile spread over her face.
"That is so cool!" She yelled. "I knew that Chef's food was disgusting, but I didn't know it could move!" She lunged at the slop, which, upon seeing the frightening look in Peiton's eyes, slithered away. Peiton frowned in disappointment at having not caught her prey.
Alice turned back toward Chris who shook his head. "Nuh-uh," he said. "I ain't gonna be interrupted again. I'm waiting for a few more Campers to show before I start my explanation."
The eight Campers waited impatiently for their competition arrived. Within four minutes, Mitch, Alex, Christian, Even, Ashlynn, Keala (who dragged in a sedated Destiny), and Jordan showed up, followed by Rain, who was covered in what Chris hoped wasn't blood and was wearing a broken Viking helmet on her head of black and red rivers.
"Well, I think that's enough waiting," Chris said as Lexie came into the trailer, muttering something about "chickens" and "Colonel Sanders". "For the final part of your challenge, you must use the nine letters you have received to spell out a word."
Hillary grimaced. "What kind of idiotic, and most likely unrealistic, word can we spell with these letters?"
Chris smiled. "Figure it out. And figure it out ON YOUR OWN."
Alberto came into the trailer and looked at Chris. "What'd I miss?" He asked while scratching his head of short, brown hair.
Chris only got halfway through explaining the final part of the challenge before Peiton popped up by his side. "Done!" She shouted, nearly shattering the eardrums of everyone in the trailer.
Chris laughed. "Yeah, right, hun," Chris laughed. "It took forever for Kia to figure out what the letters spelt. I doubt that you-"
"Wawanakwa," Peiton whispered, low enough for only Chris to hear.
Confessional Stall - Not Crazy!
-"Oh, come on!" Chris yelled. "How is it that we keep getting the crazy girls who seem to figure out the challenges before anyone else?!"
Chris frowned. "Was I right?" Peiton asked.
"…yes…"
Peiton let loose a 'whoot' and pumped her fist into the air. "I am victorious!" She shouted and she suspiciously began to hang in midair in a rather cartoon-like fashion.
Chris frowned at the strange goings-on, but regardless, turned to the crazy girl and said, "Yeah, good for you," though the sarcasm was rather obvious. He turned to his right and pressed a bright green button that was screwed into the wall. The button blinked and the far east wall of Chris' trailer slowly folded upward, revealing twenty-four metal lockers, each with the name of a Camper on it.
Chris walked to the one that said 'PEITON' on it in big block letters and gave the lock on it a single twist. The locker popped open with a hiss, and Chris pulled a gold necklace out from the top shelf.
"There," he said. "There's your cheesy necklace. You can go wait in the Mess Hall until the challenge is over."
Peiton giggled maniacally before bouncing out the trailer, toward the mess hall.
Chris turned back to the other Campers and said, "Hurry up, Campers; you've only got 5 minutes left."
Rain came up next with a rather interesting solution; she had broken the letters into bits so that they could be arranged to spell out "Chris McClean: 1986 – 2008"
Chris gulped nervously and stammered, "Y-you pass."
Rain smiled and turned toward her designated locker, dumping the letters into a trashcan on the way out of the trailer as she passed Raphael. The nerd silently arranged the letters in the proper order at Chris' feet, and Chris gave him an approving nod.
Even was trying to piece together his letters when he noticed something, or rather someone, that was missing. "Wait; why are there only nine Screaming Gophers?"
Ashlynn, who had been working with Even, looked up from her jumble of letters. "Excuse me?"
"There's only nine of us; where are the other three?"
Ashlynn looked around the trailer and she frowned. "Chris?" She asked. "Where are Phoebe, Jamie, and Jack?"
Chris motioned Ben and Alberto in the direction of their lockers before he shrugged his broad shoulders. "Beats me," he said. "But they'd better hurry up and get in here if they plan on winning this challenge."
As if on cue, Jamie and Phoebe entered the trailer, swaying back and forth like holiday drunks. The two of them, albeit rivals, were leaning against each other for support, and grasping each other in an awkward hug.
"Guys!" Even shouted at the duo. "Where have you been?"
Jamie, being the more conscious one of the two, answered. "Keala… darts… no bueno."
Even turned to Keala who blushed as red as her leather jacket. "It was a part of my challenge," she explained.
Even then turned to Chris, who simply said, "I ran out of ideas (A/N: So did the author of this story)."
"So you had Keala shoot them with darts?!"
"Uh-huh!"
Confessional Stall – Prefers paintball guns over tranquilizers
-"Does Chris really care that little about our safety?" Even asked.
-"Hey!" Chris shouted. "I had Keala shoot two members of her own team to even the score! Granted, she ended up shooting three Screaming Gophers and one crocodile by accident, but my point still rests!"
"What were you thinking, man?!" Even cried. "You can't just tell people to go around shooting others!"
Chris shrugged. "Ah well; what's done is done. Now if I were you, I'd quit wasting time on this argument, since you know you won't win, and get back to solving the final part of this challenge!"
"But what about Phoebe and Jamie?" Ashlynn asked as she presented Chris with the correct spelling of 'Wawanakwa'. "They're far too out of it to complete the challenge!"
"Not my problem," Chris said. "Blame Keala. If she'd completed her other challenges faster, she could've shot Jamie and Phoebe sooner, and they wouldn't still be zonked out."
Keala flipped Chris the bird as she walked to her locker, having already spelt out 'Wawanakwa' alongside Lexie and Hillary.
"You're an ass, Chris," she said. "You know that?" She pulled her sketchpad from the locker and hugged it tightly to her chest.
"Momo!" Lexie cried, pulling a stuffed penguin from the depths of the locker. "Mommy's so sorry she let that bad man get you! But I promise, I'll never let anything like that happen again!"
Hillary clipped her diamond 'H' necklace around her neck and laughed. "How immature," she sneered. "You still carry a stuffed animal around!"
Confessional Stall – Doesn't have a secret collection of Beanie Babies…
-"That girl better watch herself," Lexie said as she held Momo tightly in her lap. "Momo ain't just any stuffed animal!"
"Three minutes left, Campers," Chris said as Even removed a beaded bracelet from his locker; the bracelet was a token of friendship from his elementary school buddy long ago.
Russell, Grace, Jordan, and Shaya had already gathered their items for the Gophers (Russell's dog's collar, Grace's wolf necklace and cherished bracelets, Jordan's autographed photo of the TDI, Season 1 Cast, and Shaya's photo album), while Josh and Christian collected their chess tournament trophy and valued emerald respectively. The six teens had left for the Mess Hall, leaving only Alex, Jamie, Derek, Destiny (who was still unconscious), Alice, Phoebe, Ashlynn, and Mitch in the trailer.
"Done!" Alex and Mitch cried at the exact same time.
Chris gave the two of them a nod and they ran to their lockers. Alex was overjoyed to be reunited with her stuffed panda, while Mitch held a pink button-up shirt close to him and smiled.
"There's one player left for the Bass and four Gophers still remain! Will this season be the opposite of the last? Will the Screaming Gophers actually be the first ones to send someone home?"
Alice glared at Chris. "Shut it, McClean," she said. She kicked the letters at Chris and stomped toward her locker, pulling her journal and 'Twilight' copy out in a huff before she bounded out the trailer's front door.
"Seriously!" Ashlynn yelled. "How do you expect Jamie and Phoebe to do this? They're still sedated!"
Indeed, Jamie and Phoebe were both in La-la Land with twin trails of drool running from their mouths. Jamie made an attempt to move his letters around, but felt his fingers were still too numb to do so.
"Dunno," Chris said. "But you better pray that they finish, because Derek just completed his puzzle."
Derek smirked as he snatched up his pocketknife from the locker's floor. Then he turned to Ashlynn and said, "Good luck," before walking out the trailer.
"Wawanakwa, right?" Ashlynn asked, moving out of the way to show Chris the letters.
"Good girl," Chris joked, earning him a slap upside the head before Ashlynn turned to her locker. She turned the lock and pulled out her necklace, which she quickly fastened around her neck.
"One member for the Bass and three for the Gophers, and only a minute and a half left."
"Three Gophers?" Ashlynn asked. "There's only Jamie and Phoebe."
"But you're forgetting," Chris said. "Jack never showed up."
Ashlynn looked at Jack's locker, one of the remaining four that remained unopened. Then she looked at the floor of the trailer and found Jack nowhere in sight. "Crap," she said. "Was Keala supposed to shoot him, too?"
Chris nodded. "Yep. My guess is that-"
Jack walked dizzily into the trailer, dart still in his butt, and collapsed beside Phoebe and Jamie. Eight wooden letters fell from his pockets and he struggled to move them, spelling 'Wawa' out in only a few seconds.
"Well, if the three of them can pull this off, it looks like the Killer Bass will be sending someone home tonight," Chris smiled. "My guess is that it'll probably be Keala if anyone. But hey, I've been wrong before."
Jack still continued to shuffle his letters and managed to spell out 'Wawanakw', but realized that he was missing a fourth 'A'.
"Where's my A?" He grumbled.
Ashlynn looked at him. "What?"
"My A," he said again. "Where is it?"
Ashlynn looked about Jack but couldn't locate a fourth 'A'. "Didn't you complete all your challenges?"
Jack's mind flashed back to his battle with Cujo and remember how he'd walked away (sedated) before he finished.
"Dammit," he muttered.
"Oooh, that sucks," Chris laughed. "And there's only thirty seconds left. If Phoebe and Jamie manage to wake up and spell Wawanakwa, you'll at least have a tied score."
"And what will that mean?" Ashlynn asked.
Chris shrugged. "I'm not sure yet. A lot of the nerds on seem to think that if the two teams tie, both teams lose a member. I guess we could just do that."
Ashlynn groaned. She had been hoping Chris would say 'there would be a do-over', but sadly, that was just not the way the sadist worked.
"Ten seconds," Chris said. "Nine… eight… seven… six… five… four… three… two…"
"Wawanakwa," Jamie said.
Chris looked at the cynic. "Say what?" He asked.
Jamie pointed to the two sets of letters that lay before him and Phoebe. Both had been arranged to spell out 'Wawanakwa'.
Ashlynn smiled. "All right, Jamie! You tied the score! We won't be the only ones sending someone home tonight!"
"Ah, ah, ah," Chris said. "That's not entirely true."
Ashlynn looked at the host, a look of fear on her face. "Oh, no," she said. "Don't tell me…"
"Jamie managed to score a point for you guys by arranging his letters correctly, which means he also gets his camera back.
"However… Jamie also arranged Phoebe's letters for her, so technically she didn't figure it out on her own. And that means that Phoebe is disqualified."
Ashlynn's face fell. "You're kidding me, right?"
Chris shook his head. "Nope. She's out, which means I'll be seeing you and your team at the bonfire tonight. You may want to tell them the news…"
Ashlynn sighed.
A/N: Chris that devil bastard! Making the Screaming Gophers lose! :(
Sorry to anyone I placed on the Screaming Gophers; you guys will be losing one member at the first ceremony.
And also, sorry for the poor quality of this chapter. I ran out of ideas halfway through…
By the way, the song that I had Raphael sing was 'Goodbye' from "I Love You Because" (A Modern Day Musical Love Story)
THE EVER-ANNOYING END OF CHAPTER QUESTIONS!!!!!!!
1) Who was the strange girl watching Raphael sing?
2) Who will the Gophers be sending home?
3) Will Phoebe be able to cope with the fact that she won't be able to reclaim her mother's surfboard?
4) How long will it take for those freaking sedatives to wear off of Jack, Jamie, Phoebe, and Destiny? I mean, Christian's already wore off!
5) WHY AM I GIVING YOU ALL THESE IDIOTIC QUESTIONS?!?