You all voted... or some of you did, and now I've responded. Classes start for me tomorrow again, so writing may slow down as I try not to fail another class. Thanks for sticking with me.

Fifth Campfire Ceremony

Confession Cam:

(Genevieve) "Voting is always the hardest part of the competition. Having to choose a member that I feel isn't worth being on the team… especially when I myself made a mistake as well. But, even I could have worked the word 'totally' into a sentence or two."

(Walter) "The worst part, deciding who did the worst, which is really easy when you practically won the competition." He rolls his eyes. "This time's not so hard… I really don't think I'm good looking. If I was, the girls would be interested in me."

(Zak) "I have a feeling I'm gonna be faced with a lot of tickle monsters the rest of the competition, probably even after I get voted off."

(Erik) "She murders for a living. You'd think she'd know how to throw-up on demand, or at least could have helped coach Walter through cooking some sort of insto-throw up."

(Brooke) "Totally… it's really not that hard. Now, for the wait. That's the worst of the competition, between the end of a challenge and waiting for someone to go home."

(Nessa) "Yeah, I'm safe… not that surprised. Anyway, nothing against Brooke, but I kind of want my own tent… Wait, that sounded wrong. I'm not voting her off. But, if Christie goes home, I'm taking over that abandoned tent. Phoebe already claimed Vinson and Russell's tent, but there was dog fur in there still, so I didn't want it anyway."

"Hey, Autumn… Bex…" Madison said approaching the two. Bex had taken all her things into Autumn's tent, seeing as her and Madison no longer had a tent, but rather a few charred things.

"Sorry, Mads," Bex said. "There's really only room for two in here."

"Oh, no, Ah'm aware of that," Madison said. She dropped the suitcase from her sister in front of her feet. "But Ah need a place to store mah stuff. Any room in ya'lls tent? Ya'll can use any of mah stuff ya'll want."

Autumn sighed. "Yeah, you can keep that in here."

"Thanks!" Madison said. She was already in a pair of pajamas, much different from her loose black sweatpants and over-sized shirts from before, she was now in a pair of green shorts and a white camisole.

"But, where are you going to sleep?" Autumn asked after pulling Madison's suitcase in.

"On the beach," Madison said. "So long as it don't rain, Ah'm good."

"And if it does rain?" Bex asked.

"I'll sleep under a tree," Madison said. "Anyway, Ah gotta find Misty so I can kidnap her blanket in case Ah get cold."

As Madison ran off whistling, the other two girls look at one another. "Well, at least she's entertaining," Autumn said.

"And she distracts Rufus most of the time," Bex said. "Which is more peace for the rest of us."

"Campers!" Chris said by the campfire. "Iguanas… it seemed you didn't strike today."

"Oh, just get on with it already," Erik yelled.

"Touchy… anyway," Chris said. "There are nine campers before me, but only eight marshmallows on my plate. The camper that does not receive a marshmallow must immediately walk the Dock of Shame, board the Boat of Losers, and leave Camp Wawanakwa 2… forever…

"The first two marshmallows go to Nessa and Manny," Chris said throwing them their marshmallows before waiting.

"Get on with it!" Christie shouted.

"Fine, touchy. Brooke, Walter, you two are safe." Chris threw them marshmallows. "You are too, Phoebe," Chris said tossing one to her. "The rest of you, Erik, Christie, Zak, and Genevieve, you all got votes." He paused for a long moment. "Zak, Genevieve, you're safe.

"Campers, I have one more marshmallow, but there are two of you. One of you has lost your chance to win the $250,000. Erik, you were unable to even come close to doing well against your idiot cousin in head to head competition."

"Not fair," Erik said. "That's totally her favorite word!"

"You managed to say it there," Nessa said.

"And Christie, not only did you fail to throw up at the thought of Walter's cooking, but your teammates are sort of afraid that you might kill them in the night because you're psycho like that. Anyway, the last marshmallow goes to… drum roll please…" Bongo drums begin to sound. "Erik. Christie, time for you to go."

Christie frowned. "I'll kill you when this is over!"

"That doesn't sound good for you Iguanas."

"You too, Chris!"

"I better get some kind of security detail soon," Chris said still smiling.

"Bye, Christie," Nessa said.

"Nice getting to know you," Brooke said.

"Nice to see you leaving too," Phoebe called semi-quietly in the hopes that Christie wouldn't hear her.

"I did not vote you off," Walter called. "Seriously!"

"I call her tent," Nessa said and ran to the campsite.

Somewhere near the center of the island, Greg and Felton looked around, totally lost and now without light. "Hello! Is anyone out there?"

"Can anyone hear us?"