Heather and Gwen are watching Total Drama Island re-runs on the TV. They are sitting on a pink couch, their eyes glued to the TV as they talk.
"Do you ever think about how our youth was stolen by reality TV show producers who exploited us for money?" Gwen asks Heather. Gwen has short hair that is teal with black highlights. Her hair is to her chin, and has side bangs to the right side of her face. to her chin with partial bangs swooped to the right of her face. She's wearing a black shirt with black sweatpants.
"Constantly." Heather tells her. Heather is sitting on the opposite side of the couch with her right leg and foot propped up on the couch cushion, with her left leg hanging over the couch and the remote in her hand.
"I was so obsessed with how other people saw me, and with everyone believing I was a "good person", but…" Gwen rests her chin in her hands.
"You weren't a "good person" because you were fifteen," Heather tells her, looking over at her. "And your developing brain was still grappling with complex mature concepts, like morality. Empathy was a big one for me."
They look over to the TV as there is a clip from Total Drama Island. In the episode, Heather is wearing a ballerina outfit and instead of dancing like she planned on doing for the talent show challenge, she reads a diary out loud. It is Gwen's diary.
"We weren't old enough to have the life experience necessary for a well-rounded understanding of ourselves, others, and the consequences of our actions."
Gwen starts to feel stressed over Heather's words, knowing she's right.
"We felt like we were adults, and the producers treated us like we were! And our stupid teenage mistakes, which everyone makes by the way, were aired to the entire world! And they just follow us, and follow us, and follow us." Gwen puts her hands over her forehead in frustration. "WE WERE KIDS!"
"You gotta let that shit go, Gwen." Heather reminds her.
Next, they are watching the episode of Total Drama Island where they are forced to face their biggest fears. Gwen's biggest fear was being buried alive, so she is set up in a glass casket with nothing but a rectangular peephole in the middle. She is scared as they are about to bury her into the sand.
"It's nothing years of therapy won't fix." Heather tells her as they watch the scene.