Total Drama Island © Fresh TV Inc. & Teletoon
Total Drama Redemption
Day Nine (09)
"It's day number nine! My favorite day!" Trent yelled as I was beginning to wake up.
I didn't bother to ask him why it was his favorite, since I already knew.
It was now 10:00. "You're getting up just now?" I asked him.
"Well, I haven't really gotten much sleep during the past couple of days because of the challenge."
"Do you feel rested now?"
"Mostly."
I had also recovered from my irregular sleeping pattern.
We brushed our teeth, took a shower and then headed off for breakfast. Some of the other campers were already there, while some had just started to show up, like us.
I sat next to Owen and ate my food.
Then I gave up and passed the leftovers to Owen, who gladly gobbled the sludge.
We were feeling pretty upbeat after having won the first two challenges.
After a while, all the campers showed up except for Gwen and Harold.
Then Chris walked in.
"Duncan! You look like crap, dude!"
"Stuff it." Was the delinquents reply.
Then Courtney explained the situation. "Harold snored all night."
"Maybe that's why Eva voted for him?" I said to Cody.
"Wow, four nights with no sleep? How much are you hurting dude?" Chris taunted.
"You wanna find out!?" Duncan replied.
The rest of the Killer Bass dived under the table. Some Gophers also did the same. Geoff was right; Duncan was pretty frightening when he was angry.
So first he angers Eva and now Duncan? Does Chris have a death wish?
"No, no, it's cool. It's cool." Chris said defensively, raising his arms.
Just then, the door swung opened and everyone turned to see who it was. Pikachu? Santa Claus?
Wrong. It was Harold. And he had a mustache drawn on him with permanent marker!
There were gasps, chuckles and loud bouts of laughter after we all saw Harold's face.
Harold was confused as to why everyone was jeering, then after Geoff explained it to him, the lanky nerd didn't seem irritated by it.
Then Chris spoke again.
"Hey everyone! It's Gwen!"
The Screaming Gophers cheered and clapped for the winner of the last challenge.
Gwen slowly plodded along to her seat. "I'm so tired, I can't feel my face." She said, face-planting the table.
Heather began talking about something with Beth and Lindsay. I knew it was about their alliance. She was intimidating the two into obeying whatever she wanted them to do.
Heather then turned to the Killer Bass.
"Hey fish heads, way to kick out your strongest player. Why don't you just give up now?"
Heather then moved out of the way as Gwen took oatmeal to the face.
Oatmeal! Are you crazy?
"Missed me." Heather taunted as Courtney scowled.
"Okay campers! Listen up. Your next challenge begins in ten minutes. And be prepared to bring it!"
"Chris! We just had a challenge!" Courtney argued.
"It ended just yesterday." Trent seconded.
"I know." The host answered. "But that challenge took five frickin days to finish, so we're kind of behind schedule here."
We all groaned as Chris left, saying he would be back in a while to lead us to your challenge venue.
"Another challenge already?" Cody asked.
"There's a schedule?" Trent questioned.
"What's his name?" Lindsay wondered.
"Chris!" We all replied.
"Ooooooooh." The blonde said.
"Was she dropped on her head when she was born?" Cody asked me.
"No, that's Izzy." I replied.
"You mean your girlfriend?"
"What? We're not even dating!"
"So you do like her."
I narrowed my eyes at him. Then Chris showed up again.
"Alright campers, chop, chop. It's time to go."
He led us out of the Mess Hall and into a wide open clearing by the shore. In that clearing was a wooden court which had two adjacent squares drawn into it. The court was surrounded by acrylic glass, or Plexiglas, as it is more commonly known as.
"I swear this wasn't here before." Cody told me.
"I think it was brought here specifically for this challenge." I said.
"I wonder what it's going to be."
"Well, we're about to find out."
Chris opened the door and we entered the court. Duncan was the last to enter. He immediately fell asleep on the bleachers.
"Wake me up, and it will be the last thing you do." The punk warned the Bass. He then dozed off.
It was safe to say that he was pretty tired.
Courtney then blamed Harold. "This is all your fault, you know! You and your snoring face."
"It's called a medical condition GOSH!" The nerd replied.
He didn't need to take crap from her.
Chef then blew a whistle, silencing us. It was then that I realized that he was dressed in a referee uniform.
Chris then went over the rules.
"Today's challenge is the classic game of dodgeball. The first rule of dodgeball is-"
"Do not talk about dodgeball?" I replied. "Fight Club" rules. Owen and I snickered.
"As I was saying," Chris said, diverting the attention back to him. "If you get hit with the ball" He then threw the ball at Courtney, slamming her in the chest. "You're out."
For a moment there, I thought he was going to hit me for interrupting him.
Courtney threw the ball back at Chris in frustration, but the host caught it.
"If you catch the ball, the thrower gets sent out and the catcher gets to bring in another team member out on the court."
"That should make things interesting." Cody said.
"Throwing balls. Gee. Another mentally challenging test." I said sarcastically.
"I knoooooow, right?" Lindsay asked me.
That was a joke, Lindsay.
"Okay now Geoff, try to hit me." Chris said, tossing him the ball.
"If you're holding a ball, you can use it to deflect a ball, but, if it knocks the ball out of your hands, you're out!"
"So, what do I do again when the ball comes at me?" Lindsay asked inquisitively. Was she not paying attention this whole time?
"You dodge." Chris replied.
Geoff threw the ball, Chris deflected it with a ball of his own and Geoff's ball hit Lindsay smack dab in the face.
"Oooooo." Chris grimaced. "You were supposed to dodge!"
"Oh. Right." Lindsay moaned, revealing a bump on her forehead.
"You have one minute until game time. Gophers, you'll have to sit one person out each game."
We gathered in a team huddle as the Bass gathered into theirs.
Heather was saying that we couldn't get lazy after having won the firsts two challenges, as the Killer Bass were going to be trying even harder now as they were down two members.
"Who wants to sit the first one out with sleeping beauty here?" She said, motioning to Gwen.
We were silent for a while, and then I volunteered to sit the round out.
The first round was about to begin. Cody, Leshawna, Owen, Heather and Lindsay were on the court for our team, while Courtney, Tyler, Katie, DJ and Harold were on the floor for the Bass.
"We will rock you!" Cody shouted.
"Queen references were for yesterday!" Harold yelled back yelled back
"Bring it on fishies! Otherwise winning three in a row just won't be as satisfying."
Don't count your chickens before they hatch, Heather.
The Killer Bass were irate.
"Oh, you're going down!" Tyler yelled. "We're gonna bring the dinner to the table, and then, we're gonna eat it!"
Great insult Tyler. I wouldn't want to get into a dissing competition with you anytime soon.
Courtney face-palmed as Chris spoke.
"Both teams ready? Best of five games wins. Now! Let's dodge some balls."
Chef blew his whistle and the third challenge had officially begun.
I decided not to read my book this time and actually watch, no matter how much I hated sports.
Cody was first to throw a ball, but Tyler dodged it. An angry Tyler began spinning around with a ball in his hand.
Luckily for our team, he misfired and hit Sadie, who was in the bleachers. Just a teensy bit off there, dude.
"That'll smear the make-up." Chris commented.
"Nice job." Courtney scolded Tyler. "Now let's see if you can hit someone on their team!"
She handed him the ball, but he didn't have any time to throw because a charging Owen sent him crashing into the wall.
"Ow. Darn it." Tyler grumbled.
Chef blew his whistle, signaling that Tyler was out. The jock headed over to the bleachers.
I tried to say something to Gwen, but she was asleep.
"Nice job Owen!" I yelled. He high-fived Cody.
Chef blew the whistle again.
"Time to unleash my wicked skills." Harold said.
"Yeah? Then bring it string bean, let's see what you got!" Leshawna taunted.
Harold performed 'The Crane' move, jumped in the air and slammed his ball on the ground. It bounced a couple of times before slowly rolling over to Leshawna.
TOTALLY wicked skills right there.
Leshawna picked up the ball and Harold ran in the other direction, squealing like a little girl.
Leshawna hit him on the back of his head and the nerd was sent sliding to the wall head first. A crunch was heard.
That's gotta hurt.
Harold was out and we clapped for Leshawna.
"Can someone remind me what I'm supposed to do with this again?" Lindsay asked. A ball then smacked her in the head.
I'm pretty sure it's not THAT.
Katie high-fived DJ and Courtney as Lindsay went to the bleachers. Along the way, she saw Tyler waving at her and waved back.
This greatly infuriated Heather, who launched a ball at Tyler, hitting him in the chest.
Courtney argued to Chef the Ref that Tyler wasn't even on the court.
"Oopsies. Slipped." Heather said.
Courtney was angry and launched a ball at Heather, but Owen caught it, causing Courtney to be out.
Chef then mentioned for Gwen to come on to the court. I thought Gwen was sitting out?
It didn't matter much as DJ dodged Owen's ball and hit a sleepy Gwen with his own ball after Owen ducked.
Gwen had now been hit twice when she wasn't the target.
She didn't seem to have any problem with it, however and headed back to the bench.
Owen was distraught and DJ hit him when the food-lover wasn't paying attention.
Heather saw Lindsay ogling Tyler and again threw a ball at him. The Bass ducked this and Heather was sent out by Chef for purposely hitting non-players.
"May I bring to your attention that the Bass that you need to hit are the ones on the court?" I asked her.
Heather just scoffed and took a seat next to Lindsay. There were now two people left on both teams.
DJ and Katie both threw their balls at Leshawna. The girl deflected one ball, but took another one to her stomach.
Cody was the only one left on our team.
"Easy out guys. Easy out." Courtney said condescendingly.
The Gophers were worried.
Cody threw his ball in the air, caught it, and launched it at DJ. The ball missed at first, but then it spun back and hit DJ in the butt! It was a boomerang ball.
"That is one tough ball to dodge." Chris commented from the sidelines.
Katie then threw a ball at Cody, but the tech geek ducked to avoid it. He then vigorously rubbed the ball against his shirt and flung it at Katie. She ran around, trying to dodge the ball, but she ran into the wall and the ball hit her not long afterwards.
The Screaming Gophers had won round one!
"Using static electricity. Nice." I complimented Cody.
Weren't the balls made of rubber? Rubber can't conduct electricity. How did Cody manage to do that?
I decided that it was some form of black magic, when Heather addressed me.
"Alright Noah, you're up."
"You know, you guys did such an awesome job on the last game that I don't want to mess up your mojo." What the heck was I saying? This was exactly the reason why I got the boot after this challenge.
"Fine." Heather replied before I could retract my previous statement. She gave Beth the go-ahead.
"Hey Cody, why did you sit out?" I asked him.
"I wanted to give my teammates a chance." He replied.
Chef blew his whistle. Round two was about to start.
Trent, Lindsay, Izzy, Beth and Owen were on for our team, while Katie, Sadie, Tyler, Bridgette and Geoff were on for our opponents.
One thing surprised us however: Tyler had all four of balls for the Bass.
He spun around. One of the balls hit Chef. Another one nearly hit Chris. Darn, so close! A third one headed for our bleachers as we all jumped in different directions. The last one hit Lindsay in the head.
"Nooooooo!" Tyler yelled, running over to Lindsay.
"Finally." Courtney remarked.
We regrouped on the bleachers as Tyler was crouching over Lindsay.
"Oh my gosh, my face. How's my face?" The blonde asked as Tyler grimaced.
"It's really…not that bad." The jock told her. "You still look great!"
"He's right." Cody said as I jabbed him in the shoulder.
Trent then went over to Tyler and threw him out.
Tyler didn't look dismayed in the slightest as he asked Lindsay if she wanted to go for a walk.
Heather was shocked. "Hey! Hey! Get back here." She shouted at Lindsay. "You are so close to being out of the alliance!"
I'm surprised she let that one slip.
"Great Gatsby, that is it! GAME OOOOOOOON!" Owen yelled as he went on a rampage, knocking out Katie, Sadie, Bridgette and Geoff in quick succession.
"I don't know what got into me." The big guy said afterwards.
"Remind me not to get on his bad side." Cody told me.
Owen, thou shalt not take a novel's name in vain.
"Ooooo. He dropped it like it was hot!" Leshawna yelled.
"I'm glad someone is trying today." Heather said.
What the heck!? I was actually cheering my team on! Heather then taunted the Bass.
"Hey, it's two-zero. How does it feel to suck so much?"
"It's not over yet." Courtney replied. This is exactly what I wanted to tell Heather. Courtney then slapped her forehead.
"Okay, so who's going this time?" Heather asked.
"I'll go." I didn't want to say it, but I would get kicked off if I don't.
"Justin, how about you?" Heather asked the model.
"What? Me? Go? And ruin my perfect bod?"
Heather sighed. Who had made her leader anyway? Well, it wasn't like I wanted to lead so I let her dictate.
Izzy, Beth, Leshawna and Owen were the others who agreed to go.
"You're not going this time either?" I asked Cody.
"Haha, we have a two to nothing lead. We've so got this." He said confidently.
We looked over to the Bass. Bridgette, Courtney, Harold and Geoff were holding a long stick and poking Duncan with it. They poked him in the nose and the punk immediately got up, broke the stick in half and started threatening Harold. Courtney stepped in to defend him.
"Oh man, they're bringing in Duncan?" Owen asked.
We all gulped. He was their toughest player. Only matched by Eva, who was now gone.
"Don't worry about him guys. It's time to put this matter to bed." Heather told us.
"That's what she said." Cody remarked as we all groaned.
Chef blew the whistle, signaling the third (and possibly final) round to start.
I have to say that it is a totally different feeling when you're actually on the court than when you're spectating.
No big deal, Noah. It's just a game. A game where I could get seriously injured.
The enemies were Courtney, Geoff, DJ, Katie and gulp…Duncan. My stomach sank as I saw the pierced lipped punk.
I threw a ball at Courtney, because I hated her. She easily dodged my pathetic excuse for a throw. Duncan avoided Leshawna's throw.
The Bass collected the balls and threw launched them all at Owen. The dude fell to the ground as the four of us stood over him.
"You okay, big guy?" I asked him.
"Can you parents my phone and worry them not to tell, Santa?" Was his reply.
Owen was out. It was time for round 3 to continue. The Bass gathered the balls and threw them all at me. Oh no! What do I do? Do I go up? Down? Left? Right? WHAM! I felt my body go limp as I collapsed to the ground.
I watched from the sidelines as the Bass used the same tactics to take out Izzy, Beth and Leshawna.
The Bass had won their first game. They jumped in joy.
We sat back on the sidelines.
"We are not losing another game to these guys, got it?" Heather ordered us. "And where is Lindsay? Ugh!" The queen bee stormed off to find the brainless bombshell.
"They just had to go and wake up Duncan." I said.
"There's nothing we can do about that now. We need a way to combat their strategy." Said Cody.
The whistle then sounded, signaling the start of the fourth round.
"Aw man, we don't have a counter-strategy yet." Trent spoke.
"We need some more time to figure things out." I said.
"Okay, you sit on the sidelines while we try to buy you guys some time. Izzy, Beth, Justin, Owen and I will go on the court." Said Leshawna.
"And risk chipping a tooth?" Justin asked.
"Okay, fine. Trent, you go instead of him"
The aforementioned team was up against the same Bass team as the last round: Geoff, Duncan, Courtney, Bridgette and Katie.
The whistle blew and the fourth round had started.
I talked with Cody. "So obviously their strategy involves throwing all four of their balls at the same person."
The Killer Bass then launched all four of their balls at Izzy.
"Can't we just use it ourselves?" Cody asked.
"Duncan invented the strategy. I'm pretty sure he has a way to combat it." I said. Trent was KO'd at this point.
"Yeah, he's orchestrating the whole thing." Said Cody.
"That's it!" I exclaimed. I whispered our counter-tactics to Cody, who agreed. At this point, Owen was taken out.
Heather then returned with Lindsay.
"Sit down and stay there." She ordered the blonde. Lindsay then sat next to me.
"How are we doing?" She asked as Beth got hit.
"Not good, but I have a plan to combat the Killer Bass strategy." Leshawna was then decimated.
The whistle blew, and the Bass had managed to tie the scores.
"This is so unacceptable." Heather grumbled.
Tyler then came in and sat on the Bass bleachers, rubbing his head.
"Okay, this is it. The final tiebreaking game." The host said.
"Hey Cody, remember when you said 'we got this' Two rounds ago?'" I asked the tech geek.
"I guess I spoke too soon." Cody said, chuckling nervously.
"I cannot believe that you guys squandered a two-zero lead." Heather said.
"You should be one to talk. All you've done is thrown balls at the Bass sidelines." I said.
"You haven't hit anyone either, smartass." She retorted.
"Guys. Arguing will not do us any good." Leshawna said, stepping between us. "Noah, what's your plan?"
I then told them my plan. It was perfectly foolproof. Hopefully.
"I'll go in this round." I said. "I have to help implement this plan."
Cody also agreed to go. The guy had sat out for three rounds in a row.
Heather wanted to go as well, to prove that she could hit Bass that weren't spectators.
Gwen went in, muttering that "she wanted revenge".
Owen also wanted to go in. He would not be contained for three rounds in a row.
The Bass had sent out DJ, Courtney, Katie, Bridgette and Geoff. No Duncan? They were plotting something, that's for sure.
"Gophers, Bass. Let's send this sample to the lab, and see what you're made of!"
The whistle sounded. This was it. The fifth and final round. Make it or break it, do or die, etcetera, etc.
Gwen kicked the ball up. She tossed it to Cody.
"Come on people." Heather said. "Quick feet, fast hands."
Cody tossed the ball to me, and I tossed it to Heather. She then flung it at DJ, who jumped over it.
Bridgette then threw at Heather, who jumped. Owen and Cody both threw, both of them missing.
Courtney then threw at Cody, sending him out.
This pissed me off. I grabbed a ball, sent all the rage into it and threw with all of my might, which wasn't that much. SPLAT! Courtney had ducked, but it hit Bridgette in the head.
It was now four all.
DJ flung a ball at me, but I ducked. Geoff threw at Heather, but the queen bee caught it. This sent Geoff out and Beth was brought in.
Then, something happened that I thought would never, ever happen.
I got over excited about a sport. I threw a ball at Courtney, but she caught it. Damnit! I was out and Duncan was brought in. Oh fuck me.
Katie then threw a ball at Owen, but the big guy deflected it. Owen threw the ball he had in his hand at DJ, who was sent out. Geoff then misfired at Beth, and was thrown out by the farm girl.
Things continued like this for quite some time. People were sent out, only to be brought back in a while later, only to be sent out again. The cycle continued. It was the final round, and winner takes all. The Gophers were determined not to lose this challenge after they had the lead, while the Bass did not want to make it a hat-trick in terms of sending someone home.
Gwen slammed Courtney in the face. "That's for the oatmeal." She said.
Haha, take that Ms. C.I.T.!
I was back on the court after Leshawna caught out Tyler.
Staring us down were Duncan, Bridgette and DJ.
"It's time to use the counter-strategy." I said, as we all pelted Duncan with balls.
I figured that since Duncan was the leader of the whole operation, he would tell the others how to play well. With him out, they had no leader.
Bridgette then launched a ball at Gwen, but Cody jumped and took the blow. He sacrificed himself for a noble cause.
I then threw a ball at DJ, but the dude caught it, sending me out. Harold was brought in.
"Good luck you two." I told Gwen and Owen.
I sat on the bleachers.
"Are you okay? You took a ball to the balls." I said to Cody.
He chuckled. "It hurts, but I did it for Gwen!"
DJ and Gwen then took each other out.
Owen launched a ball at Bridgette, and the surfer girl was taken to the cleaners.
It was now down to two dodgeballers: Owen and Harold.
The Gophers cheered. We had Owen and they had Harold there was no way we could lose this right? Right?
That's what I thought the first time around. Actually, the first time around, I was too busy reading my book. I thought Owen would win for sure when I watched the episode on TV. That's a more accurate way of saying it.
"Since it's finally down to two people, I'll add in some extra balls." The host said, adding in four more balls to the arena. There were now a total of eight.
Owen picked up four balls. "Sorry dude, but you've gotta go down." He said to Harold.
Harold made some kung-fu poses and then taunted Owen with his hands motioning for him to 'bring it'.
"Oh, he'll bring it, alright." Cody said to me.
Owen charged at the gawky Harold. He fired two balls at the same time, then rattled off a third, and then another.
Harold jumped over two, spun around another and skipped past the last one.
Owen then spun his arm around in a circle and launched the ball at Harold, who bent back his body and dodged it.
Needless to say, the Screaming Gophers were stunned.
"Harold knows 'The Matrix' move?" Cody asked me.
"Apparently." I replied.
Courtney called for a time-out, and Chef blew the whistle.
"I never knew you could call a time-out." Trent said.
Owen came over to us.
"What do I do? He keeps dodging everything."
"Just keep throwing more things at him. There's no way that he can dodge them all." Trent said.
"And he can't win if he keeps dodging. He'll have to throw sooner or later. And we all know that he can't throw for crap." Heather said.
"Throw the ball wherever you think he's going to dodge. That way, he'll get hit unexpectedly." I suggested.
"Did we win yet?" Lindsay asked. We ignored her.
The whistle blew. It was time to finish this.
"You've got thith Owen." Beth said, trying to pump him up.
We cheered for Owen, who was holding a ball. Harold was standing at the other end.
"Harold! Harold! Harold!" The Bass began to cheer their last member on.
Owen spun his arm around a great many times. "Cowa…bunga!" He yelled, firing the ball in missile like fashion at the lanky nerd on the other end. The ball slammed into his chest, knocked him to the glass and onto the ground.
The Gophers cheered.
Our cheering was cut short when Harold revealed that he had actually caught the ball.
Talk about premature celebration.
"The Killer Bass win!" Chris exclaimed.
Owen slumped to the ground. "It's impossible! Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy?"
The Killer Bass carried Harold off as Chris approached us.
"Gophers? What happened?" He asked.
"Harold happened, Chris. Harold happened." I replied.
"Well, I'll be seeing you guys at the bonfire ceremony tonight. Your win streak has ended. It's time for you guys to vote someone off."
We went our separate ways, wondering who we should vote off. The official meeting was to be held at dinner.
As I was heading to the cabin, someone came up to me. I didn't expect them in the slightest.
"Hey man." DJ said.
"Hi." I relied. "What do you want?"
"Well, remember that bet we made yesterday?"
"Yeah, I remember."
"Well here's your money." He said, giving me ten bucks.
"Wow, you're an honest guy DJ. Most people wouldn't remember to give money to another person cause of a bet."
"Well, I'm not like most people."
"Well, enjoy your victory." I replied.
"Thanks. I don't want Courtney to see me talking to a member of the other team."
"I don't think Heather would approve either." I said as we headed our separate ways.
I went into my cabin and saw Cody. We decided to play our nightly chess game at that time.
"I wish I were you right now." I told him.
"Why?" He asked.
"You're not one of the people on the chopping block."
"But why would you be on the chopping block?" Cody asked me.
"Let's see… I only managed to hit one person by myself, I was the one who allowed Harold to come into the game, I took the role of leader and doomed my team, and I could go on and on."
"Why are you only focusing on the negatives?"
"I'm focusing on the truth."
"Other people could go as well. We'll just have to find out at the meeting who else is on the chopping block."
"Yep. I like chess way more than dodgeball, don't you?" I asked, trying to divert our conversation.
"They both have their pros and cons." He replied.
"Chess is way less physical, that's for sure."
"Yeah, there is that."
"Hey Cody, you never told me how you managed to throw that boomerang ball."
"A dodgeballer never reveals his secrets." He said.
Our game ended in a draw. We were both thinking about our first elimination ceremony and what would happen in it. We would soon find out.
We went to the dinner table, where the other members of the Screaming Gophers were sitting. The Killer Bass were at the other table, rejoicing that they didn't have to go yet another marshmallow ceremony.
"We went from heroes to zeroes in less than a day." Said Owen.
"But who's to blame for it?" Heather asked us.
The last time around, it was obviously me, but this time, I had done my part. I think.
"How about you since you only managed to get one player out?" I suggested.
"Um, Earth to Noah, you only got one player out as well." The queen bee shot back.
"Guys! Stop the quarreling. Can we please sit down and discuss who to vote off like civilized people?" Trent said.
"Civilized people don't join crazy reality shows." Gwen said.
"Does this make-up make me look fat?" Lindsay asked.
"Okay, that's it. Meeting adjourned!" Leshawna said, frustrated.
So we never decided as a team who was going to be sent home.
I went over to the Confession Can
"I'm not really that good at sports, but I'm glad I decided to participate instead of just sitting on the sidelines and reading a book or some nonsense like that. It was actually pretty fun! The only thing that would have made it better was that we lost. And that was partially due to me. We'll see who the blame is assigned to at the marshmallow ceremony."
I exited.
"Attention Screaming Gophers! Report to the campfire pit immediately for the bonfire ceremony!" Chris said over the speakerphone.
As I said, let's see who gets assigned the blame.
We made our way over to the campfire pit for the first time.
Chris was standing there.
"It's now time for you guys to vote." He motioned to the voting booth, which looked similar to the Confession Can. "The votes will be done alphabetically." Was that his way of deciding the order for everything? "Beth, you're up first."
I went in after Lindsay. Again, it reeked of perfume.
"Okay, so there are a lot of people that I could vote for at this point, but I vote for Justin. He's like and Anti-Me. He simply uses his good looks to get whatever he wants, and for this challenge, he didn't even lift a single finger. All he did was sit there, doing nothing." It then occurred to me that this was exactly what I had done the first time around. I continued "Plus, he's always so… silent. Justin's my vote!" I left the voting booth and Owen entered. This continued until all of the votes were casted.
"Screaming Gophers. Welcome to your first ever bonfire ceremony on TOTAL…DRAMA…ISLAND!"
We covered our ears and Chris continued.
"You've already placed your votes and made your decisions. One of you will be going home, and you can't come back. Ever!"
Being back at this place reminded me of how much of a dick I was the first time around. I accused my entire team of being stupid and got marshmallows pelted at me. Everyone was cheering as I left. I was a real jerk.
Chris continued. "When you hear me call out your name, come pick up a marshmallow."
He then called out the people who were safe. While I reasoned why they were safe.
"Owen." For being the best player during the challenge.
"Gwen." For winning the previous challenge, as well as doing well in this one.
And those two (Owen and Gwen) would then advance all the way to the finals the first time around.
"Cody." That dude was a master baller.
"Trent." He didn't do too badly either.
"Heather." She didn't do much. Her meanness was overlooked by the fact that some people sucked more than her at dodgeball.
"Beth." She was solid. Not much else to say there.
"Leshawna." She also did pretty well.
"Izzy." She didn't suck.
And that left three of us. Lindsay, Justin and I. Why was I stuck with a gorgeous babe and a male model? Not good.
"Lindsay." She tried. She really did.
"The final marshmallow goes to…"
So it comes down to this. This was it. The moment we had all been waiting for.
It was me versus Anti-Me.
Oh man, I am screwed. All the girls love him. They would never vote for him. He's got that charming smile and that handsome face. I'll go home again, just like last time. Maybe it was fate? Maybe there was no way to change the outcome? Maybe it was destined to be like this?
A million more questions popped into my head. After a period of what seemed like forever, Chris announced the final name.
"…Noah." Holy crap!
I ran over to receive the final marshmallow. It was my first one. It tasted so sweet.
"And that means Justin, you're out."
Some of the girls were sad as Justin went to the cabin to grab his luggage. After a few minutes, he came back with it and walked the Dock of Shame, boarded the Boat of Losers and left Total Drama Island.
No one said anything to him, and he didn't say anything back. He left as he arrived: silently.
"So Chris, we're not having another challenge tomorrow right? I mean, we've had two eliminations in two nights!"
"Maybe..." The host replied. "You'll just have to find out tomorrow!"
The rest of us then grumbled and headed back to our cabins. With a guy like Chris, anything was possible.
"I'm gonna miss that guy." Owen said once we entered. He was talking about Justin.
"Why? Cause you have a man-crush on him?" I asked
"No. He's pretty smoking hot, but I don't like him. I mean, I like him, but I don't like like him, you know what I mean?"
"Not really."
Owen then tried to explain it to us when he was really just confusing us more and more.
I have to say, nothing much changed with Justin gone. He was always so silent. Now I understood it. When Heather was yelling at us for not trying, she wasn't talking about me. She was talking about Justin.
I went to sleep that night a very happy camper. Pun definitely intended.
So Noah's safe! Yay! This is the longest chapter ever so far. Sorry if it seemed too episode-centric, I tried to change it up a bit, as well as tie in some loose ends with this challenge. (Such as how Heather and Owen were out in the first round)
"Dodgebrawl" was the first episode of TDI that I watched so I want to thank Cartoon Network for airing it at the moment in time. That was the reason I got into Total Drama.
This outro is getting pretty long, so, until next chapter, good bye.