I was planning for Heather to have a long and deep poem, but then a funny idea occurred to me. This is likely the last chapter without a real poem, 'cause I don't want to have too many characters without one.
"Evil. Evil again. Evil yet again. Evil is the only way to describe this evilest of all evils. Evil. With a capital everything. Evil. Only two syllables, but a helluva lot more intimidating. Evil- - -"
"Shut the hell up!"
In case you hadn't guessed, the nonsensical monologue about evil came from Chris. The rude comment came from Heather.
Chris glared at the queen bee. "You didn't let me finish my lines! I had a whole 'nother paragraph!"
"Can it, McLean," ordered Heather. "If you think anyone gives a damn about your precious dialogue, you're mistaken."
"It's not dialogue that's precious to me, it's drama! And considering how you were Total Drama's first ever antagonist, your poem should have lots of it. Now, if I may?"
Chris grabbed the paper from her hand. When he saw what it said, he growled, took a lighter from his pocket, and burned it. Then he stomped on the ashes, grabbed a broom, and swept them into the lake. A prehistoric monster rose out of the depths and swallowed them before submerging back into the depths.
"Overreact a little?" asked Heather. "What it said wasn't that bad."
"You're right, but after that I wanted to spite you. The world didn't get to see your poem. I pissed you off! Ha! Ha ha! Ha! Ha ha ha! Ha ha ha ha ha! Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha haha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha hahaha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha- - -" Chris laughed so hard and so long that he ran out of breath and fainted. The evil teen kicked his unconscious body and then swept him off the dock.
"Oh yeah," she said. "I brought an extra poem. This is what I wrote to Chris," she said, before holding the paper up the camera.
F**k you.
Heather grinned. "What, did you actually think I would do what Chris wanted me to? Yeah, right." She walked off the dock.
Thanks for reading and please review! Gwen is up next with a real poem.