Wow, that was a quick flight. We had just been told we were descending to our next location, the Amazon.
"Hey that must be good luck!" Gwen said happily. I can't believe her. Didn't she know the saying that would lead to our doom!
"When a team member predicts good luck, it never turns out well!" Sierra said reading my thoughts. Gwen then began to silently panic. Serves her right, at least if she cause bad luck she'll get voted off. Finally.
"I hope none of the Amazons predicted good luck. That would be disastrous" Chris rang through the speakers. Shut up Chris. We began to land and hit a very bumpy runway. Not the smoothest landing I've experienced. Everyone stumbled out of their seats and got off the plane to examine our surroundings. This place had disease written all over it. I quickly found Trent and clung onto him as if he were bug repellent. He just laughed, probably not worried.
"Alright campers, I like to call today's challenge The Am-Ah-zon race! Teams will hike along this ancient path, choosing your path. When you reach Machu Picchu you will search for golden treasure and whoever finds it first wins the challenge."
"Um, how far is Mucky Pitchit?" Asked Owen.
"Machu Picchu is a hop, skip and a jump from here. Plus eighteen hours. So you'll have to stop at dusk."
We began hiking. This was brutal, and I didn't even have Trent to talk to. Gwen and Duncan were fuming that we had made up, and we hadn't even told them we were together yet. I wasn't eager to either. They would just torment us more. Ignoring them hadn't worked the previous times, and head on arguments were even worse. We couldn't win, so it was best not to upset them.
We finally came to the fork in the road. Everyone else had gone left but Gwen, still trying to make up for the Amazon comment, said it would be better to choose right. Sierra and Cody argued that there was strength in numbers but Heather, who was eager to see Gwen make another mistake, decided to take the chance. I at this point didn't care. It's not like I had a huge chance of being eliminated. We all started on the right path. After a while of walking Cody signaled to us that there were zing zings in the area. Even with that warning, we were still captured and tied to a tree. Gwen reached into Cody's back pocket to get batteries for our walkie-talkie, but got a shot from his EpiPen. Great, she's going to have an adrenalin rush now. Turns out the flashlight and batteries were in his left pocket. When we reached Chris, he didn't consider our situation an emergency even with Gwen acting stupid. I really hate Chris now, and that says a lot. He then ordered us to sing. He's got to be kidding.
Heather: We should've just gone left. We wouldn't be in this mess!
Sierra: I said so too, but then Gwen used Cody's epipen!
Heather: Now if he gets bitten,
Cody: My obituary's written...
Sierra: Oh, what would I do then?
Gwen: Tied up in rope is no joke! Spears in our face, get us out of this place. Ain't having the luck that I anticipated. Probably means I'm eliminated. Yeah, I'm out!
Heather: Ouuut. Oooh, oooh, yeah. Yeah. Yeah.
Since when did Gwen turn into Eminem? Once the song was finished the Zing Zings claimed Heather was some sort of Goddess and untied her. Bitch.
After they fixed her up with a new gold tooth, Chef stormed in claiming a team had already won and that the Zing Zings were just Peruvian teenagers. So much for Heather being a goddess.
We had lost. Just Great. We were at the elimination ceremony and I had convinced Gwen and Sierra to vote off Heather, which they happily agreed. Chris showed our elimination confessionals, showing the 3 of us voting off Heather and Cody voting off Sierra, sending her into a crying fit. Way to be a jerk. And this was coming from me! I was eagerly waiting for Heather to be pushed of the plane, when Chris revealed this to be a non-elimination challenge. Things never go my way.
After going back into economy class, everyone was shocked Heather was still here. I made my way over to Trent and Gwen to Duncan. We, of course, sat on opposite sides of the plane.
"I can't believe Heather is still here," Trent said angrily.
"I know! Chris did it on purpose for the world's stupid entertainment!"
"Well, maybe next time."
"Yeah if no one else messes up. Chris will have no hesitation kicking out the rest of us."
"If you go I go. That's my new motto."
"Really? You would choose me over a million dollars?" He paused to think for a moment.
"Maybe. Definitely Maybe."