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25 ways to annoy your favorite TDI characters!
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Victim Two:
Trent
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Way Number Ten
Make Everybody Dress up as a Mime
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There was a knock on my door. I shuffled some papers on my desk and yelled, "come in."
A young boy slightly younger than me walked into the room. He had dark hair light green eyes, must have been the musician kid, Trent. I quickly stood up shaking his hand, "sit, sit." I instructed. He did as he was told. I smiled at him, "you know why you are here right?"
Trent just shook his head no.
"Well, Chris wants to get to know all the campers on a more personal level. He is too lazy to do it himself, therefore I am his slave labor!" I announced clapping my hands to top it off.
Trent smiled back at me and began to speak, "Well, My name is Trent Smith. I am 5 foot 11 inches. I am 16.."
"We know that," I said cutting him off, "you wrote that in your application! We want to know things no one knows about you, the secrets behind this Trent Smith."
"Well, when I was a child I used to go to circus' a lot. My mom loved the clowns, that's why."
"mhmm" I muttered trying to sound interested.
"I went all the time, until.." Trent paused. I slowly raised my head and nodded for him to finish, "the accident."
"What accident?" I asked. Trent hesitantly answered me, "its stupid and its silly but I still feel the pain. My mom got one of the mime guys and-" Trent paused this time not wanting to speak.
"And how does that make you feel?" I asked Trent.
"Wait what?" Trent asked, completely confused of what I was referring to.
I shuffled around in my seat, "I don't know, I just always hear those psychologist saying that so I figured I would.. " I closed my eyes and stacked my notes in my drawer, "that is all." Trent sighed thanking me for our session and left.
I smirked.
"CAMPERS UNITE!" I yelled around the camp dragging everyone into the circle, Trent was off with Chris having a session just like the one I previously had with him except Chris wanted the explicit details of his life that he could use against him.
"Why are we even here? You waste a lot of our time as it is!" Noah stated as he rolled his eyes.
Owen nodded, "yeah, I am missing out on lunch."
"Well stop complaining and listen up!" I yelled, "Out buddy, Trent is feeling homesick. He was telling me about his days when he would go to the circus with his grandma before she passed away." I lied. So what?
Everyone looks heart broken, except for the stoic jerks who didn't give a rats ass about others.
"and, he loved playing with the mimes. I just think we should bring the circus to him." I continued.
"Sounds like a waste of time!" Courtney snapped.
I sighed, "I just can't do it all by myself tho, I need help. Maybe a senior advisor?" I hinted slyly.
Courtney smiled, "I'LL DO IT!" She jumped out of her chair and ran up to me.
I smirked knowing this was going to go well.
After everyone was down to help I ran to the costume designer, having planned this previously all the costumes were already finished. I rushed back dumping them all on the floor.
Heather walked over picking one of the outfits off of the floor, "I am not putting this on."
Lindsey grimaced as she saw the out fits, "yeah, me either, it doesn't match!"
"Okay what
ever! Who ever is in, put it on. If not, you don't get the complementary hot shower Chris offered to those who helped." I teased.
Heather screamed, "Just, give that too me!" I handed her the outfits, smirking.
We all sat quietly in the boy's cabin, awaiting Trent to return. Chris had said Trent would be gone for only 40 minutes, its been 2 hours!
The door creaked open slowly, we all perked up. A figure, most likely Trent, turned the light on and we all jumped up silently acting enthusiastic about his arrival. Trent remained emotionless, not moving a inch. Izzy jumped out at time, "rawwrr" she doubled over in laughed, "ohh I mean.." she then began to recite the traditional stuck in a box routine. Trent stared at her, wide-eyed. He slowly moved his glance to the rest of us. He paused then began to scream, running out of the cabin, flailing his arms around.
Gwen jumped in front of me, "I thought you said he liked mimes! Not that he is terrified of them!" She almost was yelling in my face.
I shrugged her off, "I never said he liked mimes." and with that, I walked out of the cabin.
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Way Number Thirteen
Give him a
unicorn tattoo
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The loud music engulfed me. Why must I be the one to chaperon? Stupid contract. Due to Chris messing with every one's contract, I had to chaperon Geoff's party. Earlier that week he begged and pleased with Chris to let him have one. Chris agreed, as long as everyone was video tapped for television. You are probably thinking, how fun a party with the total drama cast, yayyyy-NO! it was most definitely not fun. No one was talking, no one was dancing and no one was doing anything. There wasn't any alcohol that's why. I am telling you, that's why.
I smirked, alcohol that's what these kiddies needed.
*Some time later and bribing the camera men to leave, telling them to come back once everyone was wasted*
"I LOVE YOUUUUUUUUUUU!" Trent slurred. See alcohol does wonders! Trent was trying to get Gwen's attention, Go figure. He always was.
Gwen sat there unfazed by anything. Completely staring at a wall, drink in hand.
Trent sighed in defeat walking to the dance floor and sloppily moving and grooving to his own beat. Well, then again was everyone else.
They were all piss drunk, no doubt about that. Trent stumbled his way to me and whispered, the alcohol prompt in his breath, "I know what you did to Duncan." My eyes nearly fell out my sockets. Only Harold knew and he promised not to tell. Oh that little brat has got it coming to him, just you wait Harold in eighteen more chapters you are mine.
"I want you," Trent began. My ears perked up as he said that, what was he even talking about, I was about to walk away from the conversation but then he continued, "I want you to take me to a.. shop" he gently popped the P so that some spot landed on me. I softly wiped it away.
Yeah, I was walking away. I might have helped them get alcohol but not freaking drugs! Trent quickly continued, "a tattoo shop! I saw Duncan's tattoo on his arm and I want one!"
He might regret this in the morning, drunk tattoos are never good. I smirked, "My car is parked outside! I'll take you." Trent giggled as I dragged him to my car, we might be 'on an island' but there is a city right off set. I drove through a few of the highways until I reached "TATZ" ohh boy this place looked good.
"NOOOO!" Trent screamed, "Duncan said he did his himself!" Duncan doesn't have a tattoo, does he?
"Trent listen, we're here just get the damn tattoo. Look," I said as I took out my wallet, "I'll pay for the damn thing!" Trent began to smile.
I unlocked the doors and went around my car to Trent but as I passed by my trunk, it began to loudly thump. Wearily I opened the trunk. As soon as the lid swung open, Duncan jumped out screaming, "that bitch!" I pointed to myself as if to ask 'me?'
Duncan laughed, "no, Courtney. She put me in this trunk as soon as you brought the booze out, something about me not getting drunk and disobeying the law."
I nodded, "I swear I saw Courtney grinding all up on-" Duncan cut me off, observing his surroundings,"where am I?"
I laughed, "we're here to get Trent his first tattoo!" Duncan laughed also.
"Where is he anyways?" Duncan asked. I glanced into the shop where Trent was walking around in awe.
I headed to the door with Duncan right by my side, "You know," I began, "I heard a rumor that Trent was the one that shaved your eye brows. But that just the hub bub around town". I lied. My bad. Duncan twitched slightly, but tried to remain calm.
"I want that one!" Trent slurred softly as he pointed to a picture on the wall. It was of a man's back, and it had a large Aztec calendar.
I tried to reason, "But Trent, you aren't Mexi-" Duncan cleared his throat, causing me to stop speaking. He placed his arm around Trent's shoulder. "Listen man," Duncan spoke out, "I have the new idea for a sick tattoo that I think would look bomb on you." Duncan grinned leading Trent to the cashier.
Duncan talked the cashier. I sat down quietly, wondering what was Duncan up to. After the fully tattooed man dragged Trent to the back room, Duncan walked over to me, sitting next to me.
"What'd you tell the guy?" I asked him.
"You'll see." He chucked, "you'll see."
After about an hour or so and probably 17 calls from the cops for noise complaint Trent finally walked out of the back room, he had a large patch over his face. My jaw dropped. Duncan did not.
I looked over at Duncan, Duncan just grinned.
We shoved Trent into the back seat of the car and he began to sleep like a baby.
"The dude deserved it." Duncan said nonchalantly, I started up the car.
I began to drive back the camp, "So you tattooed his face?"
Duncan nodded eagerly and laughed, "just wait til you see it." My eyes bulged, what the hell did I do?
By the time we got back to camp everyone was sleeping in their bed, it was as if the party never happened. I helped Duncan drag Trent back into his bed.
I shot up, glancing over at my clock 8:29. Crap! Chris is waking all the campers up at 8:30. I rushed up in my pajamas running to where the contestants were sleeping, as I ran I heard Chris' voice over the loud speakers, "Aaaaa-ttention campers! Hope you had fun last night. I know the Courtney did" Chris began to laugh, "Meet by the dock in 5!"
I paced faster, gasping for air as I reached the boys cabin. My breathing stopped as I heard Owen whisper, "what's that on your face, Trent?" I could almost hear Trent walking to the dresser, from the angle I was at I could see him standing on front of the mirror. He patted the small patch of gauze and winced. I gulped, trying to not be seen. Trent slowly peeled off the gauze shutting his eyes in pain every so often. Once the gauze was off Trent immediately fell back in a faint. I sprinted inside the room.
"Holy cow.." Owen whispered. All the boys were in shock. I pushed them around in order to get to Trent.
Trent's face was red, there was a rather large colorful tattoo of a dopey unicorn eating a piece of pie.
Leave it to Duncan. Well I guess revenge is a bitch.. wait that's karma.. crap.
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Yeah I only did 2 not 3.. :O kill me now! D:
I just couldn't think of how to write any other one so I left it at that.
I feel like my writing is becoming suckish when I am tackling this story down. Wahhh, whatever. My other stories will have more heart in it ^-^
So yeah lemme know this was entertaining, fun to read, a bore? haha yeah
and if you wish for me to continue... What 2-4 things do you want to happen to.. Courtney (chapter 3)