Hello Everyone! Wasn't that last chapter weird? Well it gets weirder! And just so you know, we really hate Heather. Like a lot. So if she seems overly vicious, that's why.
Disclaimer: we don't own TDI. If I did, Heather would have gotten kicked off a long time ago.
Chapter 4- Noah
I was still in the hospital three days later. They told me I would only need one more day on life support before they would take me off. That was good. I couldn't stand the hospital anymore!
Suddenly, I heard rustling in the room, but I didn't open my eyes because I assumed it was a nurse. I wish I had opened my eyes right there. Right then, a familiar annoying song filled my ears.
"This is your right! That is your right!" My eyes snapped open. "This is your right, that is your left." I darted my gaze around the room. All I could see was the oxygen tank pumping me air. "That is your right, this is your right!" Or was it? My eyes widened as I saw the tank suddenly filling with a purple gas. "This is your right, you're gonna die!"
And then I couldn't breathe. The purple gas was filling the mask that covered my nose and mouth, and completely clogged my throat. It was killing me, and I couldn't cry out for help, as I couldn't breathe. Desperately, I clawed at the mask that was supposed to be saving me, but instead was brining me closer to death.
Finally, I ripped it off my face just as I fell unconscious.
Was I dead? I could breathe again, and my lungs no longer felt as if they were bursting. Yup. I must've been dead.
When I opened my eyes I was on a familiar boat. Chef Hatchet was standing over me, holding a breathing mask to my face. I wasn't dead. I was on the Boat of Losers heading back to Total Drama Island. Dang. I really had hoped I was dead.
When Chef saw I was awake, he took the mask away from my face and barked at me to get up. Grumbling, I did what I was told. We were almost to the island. Aw man. I saw Geoff and Owen waving madly at me as the boat pulled up to the dock. I averted my gaze and tried to pretend I couldn't see any of them.
"Hey, Noah!" Owen shouted in my ear (how did he get on the boat so fast?) "What's up?"
I muttered something under my breath and hopped off the boat, carrying my things, and ignoring Owen. I tried to avoid everybody's questioning gazes. I knew what they would ask if I met their eyes. They could see the scars on my neck and face. They wanted to know what had happened to me. Well, I was determined not let them find out.
"Hey Noah," Justin said, as I walked past him, "What happened to you? Did you get hit by a minivan or something?"
I stopped and cringed. How did he know? "Uh… kind of." I muttered. Dang! I wasn't supposed to tell them!
Then Heather marched forward. I kinda hate Heather. She walked around as if she owned everything. She also tried to boss me around a lot as if I'd listen. She marched right up to me and glared at me.
"Oh, you were only hit by a minivan?" She growled, "I got hit by a truck! A big one! On the highway!"
"First of all," I muttered, glaring at the ground (I didn't want to make eye contact with that vulture) "You must be pretty stupid to be playing on the highway. Second, you can be killed by a minivan just as easily as a truck. Third, I didn't choose to be hit at all!"
"Sure," she growled, turning and strutting away. What the heck was that supposed to mean? Just "sure" and she walks away?
Well she wasn't getting away with that so easily. "Also," I said, before she could get away, "Someone put poisonous gas in my oxygen tank, so I almost died twice!"
"Big deal." Heather called over her shoulder. I glared at her. Man, I hate her! Big deal she says. Yes, it is a big deal. A life threatening deal. Jerk.
Without being told, Geoff happily picked up my stuff and carried it down the dock, so I had to fallow him. As we walked to where I was staying, I saw all the campers sitting around as if they didn't almost die.
Gwen was sitting in a chair on the beach, drawing in her sketch book, trying to ignore Trent and Cody (who I'm not very fond of, by the way) who were sitting next to her. Katie and Sadie were watching Justin as he dived off the dock into the water. Apparently they think he's "hot." Whatever.
Geoff took me to the old Gopher's cabin where the boys had slept. It smelled like Owen. Gross.
Geoff left me as I started to unpack my things on the same bed I had used when I had been on the show (out of force of habit.) That's when I heard someone behind me.
"Can't you leave me alone?" I growled to Heather, "Contrary to your belief, I don't enjoy your company."
"Oh shut it, Noah!" She snapped, sitting down on my bed (I didn't want her sitting there.) "Everyone enjoys my company!"
Yeah right. "What do you want, anyway? I'm busy." I told her. She stood up and moved very close to me. I started shaking. What was she doing? Why is she standing so close?
"I wanted to know why you insisted on arguing with me earlier." She said, "You knew I was going to win." She came a bit closer.
"Actually, I think I was winning," I pointed out, trembling. Why was she coming so close to me? What was she doing? "I took you walking away as a sign of your giving up."
"Ha! Not likely!" she spat. I backed away as she moved even closer. Ugh, why was she so close? Why? "I just didn't want to completely humiliate you in front of all those people." She backed me into a corner. Boy, was I nervous! I was trembling all over.
"Oh yeah?" I growled, trying to keep my voice level, "Well look, Heather-"
I was interrupted when Trent, Cody, Justin, and Owen came in. I glared at Heather as she smirked at me and left the cabin. Growling, I left the cabin to seek out someone else.
There he was, talking to Chef Hatchet. I strode up to him.
"Hey Chris!" I growled, "Are you going to tell us what this is about?"
So, next up is Gwen. This one's gonna be fun! There's this nice fan fiction that I recommend that you read where Heather and Noah fall in love. In our fan fiction, they hate each other's guts! Whoo! My shadow is looking for you…