A/N: I promised surprises! So now all of the weaklings are gone. Things are going to get MUCH more interesting. I have 39 total chapters slated for this whole story (that's including the ones I've already posted). Review, disclaimer is in the first chapter.

We walked into the main lodge the next morning, tired and all.

"What, no breakfast?" Trent asked.

"Oh don't worry bro. There'll be plenty of food later on!" Chris told him. Chef and Chris started snickering. It was the gross food challenge.

"What you two bozos so giggly about?" Leshawna asked. They started snickering again.

"Congratulations to the remaining 10 campers before reaching the halfway mark in the competition. You'll all be on the jury for the final episode." Chris announced.

"Got the power yeah!" Geoff yelled out.

"The two teams will become one next week, but first, all the girls will be moved to the Gopher cabin and all the guys will stay in the Bass cabin. This week's challenge is as old as history itself: a battle of the sexes." He told us that none of us will be voted off and that we'll get food. He sent us to relocate and move to the other cabins. Bridgette was the only girl who had to move.

"Wow, your hair looks so pretty today! So natural!" Heather came up to Bridgette.

"Thanks I—"

"How do you take care of it? You HAVE to share your secret!"

"Oh, it's nothing really."

"Watch it with this one. She's trouble." Gwen interrupted their conversation. Bridgette walked away as Heather gave Gwen a dirty look. Bridgette walked in when a fight erupted between Heather and Leshawna.

"NOBODY'S LEAVING UNTIL I FIND OUT WHO ATE MY PUDDING POCKETS!" Leshawna yelled.

"I ate them. So what?" Heather said.

"Whoa! Pump the brakes a minute. You're so whatting me? That's my food NO ONE touches my food!"

"Whatever deal with it! It serves you right for leaving your junk everywhere. Especially that." Heather pointed to Leshawna's bra hanging off the bunk. "That is bugging me!"

"Yeah it bugs me too and I didn't have anything in the front or in the back to shake!"

"Yeah well you got so much junk in your trunk your jeans should come with a trash compactor!"

"Ooo you want a piece of this?" Leshawna got ready to punch her upside.

"Uh oh." Bridgette made herself known.

"Bridgette! It's so good to see you! Come in come in welcome to our cabin!" Heather walked up to Bridgette and showed her to her bunk. "We're like a big family in here!" I mouthed no way to Bridgette, hoping she would get what I'm saying.

"Big and dysfunctional." Gwen added.

"Anything you need, just yell." Heather told Bridgette.

"Thanks for the awesome welcome Heather." Bridgette replied.

"Welcome to the club! You'll be so much fun! As long as you do everything Heather says." Lindsay added. "OW!" Heather stepped on Lindsay's foot and Heather laughed. "Oh we love joking around here in the girls' cabin. I made sure that your bunk was next to mine—"

"Hey that's my bed! OW!" Heather stepped on Lindsay's foot again. "So we can talk and share and really get to know each other." Heather finished. Bridgette completely bought it and thanked us for welcoming her.

"What's mine is yours. Nail polish, scrunchies, earrings, just help yourself." Heather told Bridgette.

"Thanks Heather, but I like to keep it natural." Bridgette responded.

"Like my mom always says: a lady could always use a little boost in the looks department." Heather started to draw on Bridgette's eyebrows with an eyebrow pencil.

"And my momma told me ain't nothing free in this world! Watch what you take from this girl Bridgette." Leshawna advised.

"She's right. Nothing's free." I added.

"Mind your own business!" Heather yelled.

"We're a team and we gotta live in this cabin, so this is all of our business!" Leshawna started arguing.

"Yeah we're a team! We should be using this as an opportunity to get to know each other better!" Bridgette tried to mediate things, but it only made them worse.

"You wanna play that way? Fine! Be on their side!" Heather walked away and started to put some masking tape on the floor, dividing the room. "This is my side and that's your side!"

"Yeah that's right. You keep putting down that tape and if you cross it, I'll smack you down." Leshawna said.

"You can choose the weird girls if you want, but just so you know, once you do, you're like, not allowed on our side. Right Lindsay?" Lindsay agreed with Heather.

"Or choose no side at all." I said. I hopped down from my bunk. "I'm not choosing a side. I'll sleep wherever my bunk is, but don't turn the blame on any of us for losing and not winning that prize. Blame it on yourselves for being divided."

"Let's build bridges not walls!" Bridgette added.

"Okay." I went to the end of the cabin and ripped off all of the tape. "There are no walls, and we are going to get along. Heather, I will burn this tape and all of your makeup if you don't cooperate. Leshawna, I'll get rid of the rest of your food if you don't cooperate. We're getting along whether you like it or not!" Leshawna and Heather grudgingly cooperated as we got to know each other. There was still a vengeance hanging in the air though. We walked to the main lodge and listened to our challenge.

"It's time for today's challenge!"

"Uh, where's breakfast at?" Leshawna asked. Chris and Chef started snickering.

"Stop doing that!" Heather yelled.

"Let's tell them today's challenge is THE BRUNCH OF DISGUSTINGNESS!" Chris said. "You'll be getting a nine course meal. Each member of each team must finish each dish. You will not know if the next dish is grosser than the last. Not as gross…or just as gross. Just that it will likely be…gross."

"Tell them what they'll get if they win Chris!" Chef added.

"The winning team spends two days at the local five star resort where they'll be pampered, eat gourmet food, and be given antibiotics against anything they may have caught while participating in this challenge! The losing team will go hungry tonight and spend the next two days here on Total Drama Island with Chef." Chef smiled a wicked devious smile and we all gasped.

"We are going to win this challenge." Heather said. We sat down at the tables.

"Take a whiff boys! 'Cause all I smell is victory for me and my girls!" Leshawna threatened.

"I'll eat anything, even my gitch if I have to. Will I have to?" Owen held up a pair of his boxers.

"Let's begin the challenge!" Chris told us. "First, some hors d'oeuvres." Chef showed us the first dish: meat. I already knew what it was: beef testicles.

"All right meatballs! Bring it on!" Owen said and gobbled up the food.

"Well, technically, you're right Owen. But these are kinda special." Chris turned it over to Chef.

"It's beef bourguignon! Beef testicles!"

"Testicles?" Owen barfed on DJ. Everyone now eyed their food very carefully.

"Ugh! I don't know if I can do this to my bovine brother!" Geoff said.

"It's easy. Watch." I took a testicle and popped it in my mouth. Ugh! It tasted awful, but I smiled after I finished stomaching it. I proceeded to do it with the rest. The rest of the girls did so. I talked with Bridgette so she would eat meat, and she did so. We won the first challenge. Bridgette and I managed to talk to everyone so we could win, but we didn't get to the girls—except for Lindsay. I managed to eat everything; disgusting hangnails, live animals, chewed gum, I did it all. But we were still tied despite my efforts.

"It's time for delicious dolphin wieners! Hot dogs made out of dolphins!" Chris told us.

"But dolphins are our friends!" Bridgette exclaimed.

"What are you waiting for? It's already dead! If you don't eat it, we don't win!" Heather shook some ketchup for her hot dog. I got out some mustard.

"Oh I can't! I'm a surfer! I swim with dolphins!"

"EAT IT!" Heather yelled.

"NO! I'M NOT DOING IT! You can't pressure me!" Bridgette got really angry.

"I'm with you sister. I'm not eating no dolphin." DJ said.

"Okay, I'm not having this! We'll break the tie with an eat-off. Whoever can drink the most shot glasses of fresh delicious blended cockroaches will be the winner." Owen and I were chosen for the drink off. I started downing shot glasses like there was no tomorrow. Owen was going very slowly. I kept going because I knew it was good for me. I drank nine shot glasses, where Owen drank six. "Julie wins!" I cheered and so did the rest of the girls. Owen collapsed onto the ground. Everyone started vomiting however, and I had to duck to make sure I didn't get caught up in it.

We got to leave for two days to the resort. That reminds me…Playa des Losers. I should go there when we get our day off. I felt so pampered, I ate actual food, and I got shots and then some more to make sure I didn't get anything from the food I ate/drank. We came back to the island a weekend later, but we were still at odds with each other. The guys were out at the dock, bonding more than ever.

Me: Things are going to get much more interesting.

Julie: But the good stuff is gone because the Duncan-Courtney relationship is practically gone.

Me: For now!

Julie: I guess...

Me: I wonder how Duncan is taking it.

Julie: I think he's blaming Heather. Just like the original.

Me: Eh, maybe. I don't know.

Julie: You wrote it. You should know.

Me: This time, I don't. I didn't give it much thought I suppose.

Julie: Hm...I need to go to the boat. They're waiting for me. Bye!

Me: Bye.