Hola everyone! Tatiana here with another update! In this chapter the teams are competing to see who can stay awake the longest but with a huge run, a big breakfast and a twisted quiz and Chris's reading of Webster's Dictionary how will anyone stay awake?
Ahh… It was a beautiful Camp Wawanakwa morning. The blue jays and cardinals were singing to the sun's heavenly glory as it rose over the pristine lake. Shimmering rays of blessed sunlight bathed the tiny island and for a second… Camp Wawanakwa looked like an ordinary summer camp.
"GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD MORNING CAMPERS!" After a massive wave of ear-shattering feedback from the two-bit speaker system, Chris McClean's voice was heard over the loud speaker.
Everyone, possibly including the dead, jumped out of their bunks and rushed out into the middle of the camp. Still asleep on their feet, the campers stood around the speaker pole.
"WHAT?! Fire? Flood? Carbs?!" Candy gasped, hands on her face. Just then the infamous chuckle of Chris McClean was heard.
The TV host walked up to the campers, bright-eyed, coiffed and smiling.
"Good morning. How was your first night in Camp Wanawakwa?" The awake teens just stared at the man, trembling from the massive adrenaline rush but still dead on their feet. Chris laughed again. "Well, I've seem more alert people at a retirement home."
That snapped Halona out of her sleepy haze.
"Hey! Chris! That wasn't nice! What if there are people in retirement homes watching?!" The red-haired girl waved her arms, in her short, black, booty shorts with cartoon dinosaurs, knee-high, white socks, and a black t-shirt with a cartoon dinosaur and "Rawr means "I love you in Dinosaur" written on it.
"Then they will get my joke by the end of the show!" Chris winked at the nearest camera. Then he turned to the campers. "I will give all of you five minutes to be dressed, decent and at the mess hall or you will be disqualified from the incoming challenge." When those words left his mouth, the teens rocketed for their cabins.
Chris was waiting on the porch of the mess hall, looking keenly at his watch as he counted down the time. Then he heard heavy breathing in front of him. Alicea, Sam, Geoffrey, Roland, Halona and Mathias were the first at the mess hall.
"Nice hair Alicea or do you always have the bed-head look all the time?" The man commented, looking at the mussed black hair of the seventeen-year-old girl.
"Oh no. It took a lot of work to make it look like I just woke up." The black-haired rocker delicately ran her fingers through her hair. "I've been up since four, primping up JUST for you."
Chris chuckled and looked at his watch.
"Four a.m. was ten minutes ago." He returned. The campers all groaned.
"You mean to tell me THAT I WENT TO SLEEP ONLY THIRTY MINUTES AGO?!" Roland exclaimed, his hair mussed.
Cut to Outhouse Confessional.
"I totally went to bed at three thirty a.m." Roland looked exhausted as he hung his heavy arms. "I hate waking up early."
Static.
"Then why is the sun up this early? Back home it never did this!" Dominic looked over at the sun rising over the lake.
"Dude, this is Muskoka, Canada. A lot of weird things happen up here." Chris returned. Sam snickered.
"Like his five permanent o'clock shadow." The blue-haired seventeen-year-old whispered. Alicea, Halona, Mathias, Roland and Geoffrey snickered with her. Chris rolled his eyes, quite proud of his furry face.
"I'll have you know that I was voted the second most awesomely coiffed man in television right now." The TV host folded his arms.
"And what awful magazine poll was this on? American Kennel Society Monthly?" Sam asked. The other campers roared with laughter.
A frown threatened to tarnish Chris's celebrity face. The campers laughed even louder.
The rest of the campers came running up to the mess hall, each looking scarier than the next.
"Thanks for rushing. I'd hate to see so many of you disqualified from the challenge today." Chris gave a big smile at the other flustered, akimbo campers.
Amaryllis raised her hand, getting crazy looks from the other campers.
"Yes, Amaryllis." Chris humored her hand.
"Um… Why are we all up so early?-" The girl started before she was cut off by a very angry looking Fiona.
"YEAH! WHY did you drag us out of bed?! This is summer camp; we should be relaxing!" The wannabe model seethed.
"Yeah!" Yuko shook her fist. "I was looking forward to the fun in the sun and jumping through flaming hula-hoops!" Everyone but Chris turned and stared.
"Well, I can promise the last one." The TV host chuckled. Then he turned to Fiona. "For one: Camp Wanawakwa is no ordinary summer camp. This is a reality TV series and we did not drag twenty-two whiny teens all the way out here to film you relaxing; that plot has already been covered." Chris smiled at the camera. "And two: I've got you up early for some morning exercise!"
All the campers groaned loudly. Instead of listening to the campers complain, Chris McClean clapped his hands.
All right. I want ALL of you to run one lap around the entire island!" He cheered happily.
"WHAT?!" Complained most of the campers. "One lap… Run… RIGHT NOW!" He called into the air. The teens clamored for the beach and the start of an hour-long run. Chris sighed and laughed again.
Meanwhile, the camera crew was busy chasing the campers as they began their grueling early morning slave's-run. Fiona was leading the pack since the wannabe model was pretty athletic. The other athletic campers such as Roland, Nathan, Jared, Yuko, Amaryllis and Sam were keeping their distance from the girl. Fiona… was in a bad mood. No not bad; as angry as a chili-pepper fed wolverine! Everyone, including the girls gave the sixteen-year-old a large berth. They took this time to get to know each other.
"So… You've got a pretty good stride. You on a track team or something?" Nathan questioned Jared as they ran along side each other. The sixteen-year-old gave Jared a glance.
"I am." He simply returned. Nathan's eyes lit up.
Behind them, the other kids were doing the same.
"Isn't this the weirdest summer you've had?!" Roland gated along side Sam. The blue-head rebel shrugged a little.
Finally they ran the whole island. The beach was looking familiar.
"I can see the camp!" Amaryllis cheered breathlessly.
"All right!" Yuko threw her hands in the air. Then she turned to Jared, Roland and Nathan. "I'll race you there!"
Gunning it with all she had, Yuko darted forward with Roland, Jared and Nathan right on her heels. Fiona was enjoying being in the front of the pack when three campers whizzed by her.
"HEY!" She snarled. Yuko looked back at her and smiled.
"Sorry Fiona! We're having a race! See you at camp!" The spazzy asian girl waved. Fiona gritted her white teeth. For reasons unknown, probably just because she felt like it, the wannabe model sprinted after the three of them.
Yuko was leading, but just by a hair, then Fiona came up behind her. Laughing and having a good time, Yuko didn't see Fiona stretch out her foot and curl it across her ankle. Dropping hard and fast, the seventeen-year-old girl hit the ground leaving Fiona to bolt a head.
Chris McClean was waiting at the mess hall and he saw Fiona run into the camp first.
"Fiona! Welcome back!" The snobby-rich girl laughed loudly as she jumped up into the air.
"Yeah! I'm the first one back!" Fiona cheered.
Chris just smiled but then he saw more campers come walking in. Yuko was being helped into camp by Nathan and Jared, her school girl skirt and her short-sleeved black t-shirt with green letters covered in dirt.
"Yuko… what happened?" For once the TV host quirked a concerned eyebrow. Yuko cast her eyes at Fiona and frowned.
"SHE tripped me!" The ebony-haired girl returned pointing at the blonde-haired beauty. Fiona just flicked her hair.
"I don't like losing." She returned.
"This wasn't a race, you runway reject." Sam glowered. Fiona scoffed.
"This was just a run around the island. It looks like you took it to the bad place, Fiona." Chris stated. That's when the model gulped and had a 360 degree mood swing.
She traced her eyes back to Yuko.
"Uh… "Sorry" is a little late, isn't it?" Fiona questioned coyly. She only got dirty looks from the teens as the rest of the campers flopped into camp.
Cut to Outhouse Confessional.
"I kinda let my competitive nature get the best of me…" Fiona's beautiful face flinched. "I hope that doesn't affect my standings here."
Static.
"Campers! How was your bracing run?" Chris questioned. Most of the exhausted campers fell to the ground, too tired to yell at the slave driver. Chris laughed. "Now I bet you're all hungry. We've got breakfast waiting in the mess hall."
"THANK THE LORD!" Mathias cried, throwing his hands in the air. Hopping off the ground, the sixteen-year-old was the first inside the mess hall.
When the other campers peeled themselves off of the ground and into the mess hall, their eyes bugged at the huge spread of food.
"Holy… cheese…" Dominic awed. "It's like… Thanksgiving threw up in here!"
It was true. It was a twenty course meal of turkey, cake, pasta and fried foods. Yuko had her face inside a turkey, gobbling up the food. The other campers joined in.
Clyde sulked over to a table and sat, before burying his face inside a cake. Chris smiled, trying to hold in a wicked laugh as he watched the teens pig out. Then he felt someone watching him. Turning he saw Erin studying him with her arms crossed.
"I don't know what you're up to, but I will find out." The weirdo tapped her foot. Chris gave her an easy smile.
"Me? Up to something? C'mon, Erin." He feigned innocence. The nerdy sixteen-year-old wasn't buying it but she quietly made her way over to one of the tables.
"Hey, Sunshine! Park that cute booty right next to me!" Roland waved her over and patted the empty bench space next to him. Erin's silver eyes turned black with anger as she picked up a cupcake and hurled it at the flirt. Splat! It hit Roland right on the forehead.
Cut to Outhouse Confessional.
"That Erin; Ooooh! She's as awesome as a mountain that has never been climbed before." Roland quivered, tongue hanging out of his head. "And spunky too. I think I found my summer camp baby!"
Static.
"Hey! Hey! Check it out!" Sam picked up two turkey leg bones and pulled her arms into her sleeves. With the little bones showing out of his jacket sleeves, the seventeen-year-old rebel smiled. "Who am I?"
The other campers on her table shook their heads.
"Cyel!" Sam blurted out. Everyone, but Cyel, screamed with laughter.
Cut to Outhouse Confessional.
"My arms are not wimpy." Cyel flexed his skinny arms at the camera and glanced at his biceps. "The girls back home say I'm totally toned." Then his eyes grew wide with the realization that his arms were about as toned as those turkey bones. "Ew."
Static.
Several minutes later, the entire camp had just stuffed their faces with the heavy food and was lying around the mess hall. Just as their full bellies, the long run, the lack of sleep and quiet lull of the mess hall put them to sleep, Chris came running into the room banging two pots together.
"Campers! Get up!" The teens groaned as they stood and/or rolled to their feet. Then they spotted a stack of papers under Chris's arm. "The paper under my arm is very important information. In fact, information that all teens should know." The camper's eyes were stuck to the paper as Chris handed them out.
Christina's eyes widened.
"These-… These are instructions on how to KNIT! What in the-?!" The fifteen-year-old daughter couldn't believe her eyes. Then Chris cut her off.
"They are. Each of you are to read this very informative instruction manual on the wonders of knitting." He stated with a wicked smile. "I advise you all to read carefully because a test will be given after your joyous reading."
The campers whined loudly.
"C'mon. Let's see some brain cells reactivated!" Chris gave a thumbs-up. "And I'll see you campers when everyone is finished.
Cut to Outhouse Confessional.
"I will NOT fail a test! It's like something that I do not DO!" Serinity looked square at the camera before her face paled. "Failing a test is that one of the worst things in the world! Well… besides going to juvy, bad politicians, the economy crashing, the environment dying… and death…"
Static.
Finally, SEVERAL hours later, all the campers were finished with their little knitting quiz. Their brains were mush, their muscles were noodles and their eyes felt so unbearably heavy that they couldn't keep them open. Then Chris busted through the front door.
"Campers!" Chris kicked in the front door, startling the lethargic teens. "How'd it go? Did you all finish?"
The campers held up their papers to which Chris scooped them up.
"Good. Now if you'll all follow me." The perky TV host walked out the door with twenty-one zombie teens on his heels.
Taking them to the sight of the infamous Campfire Ceremony, Chris had them sit down on the little log-chairs.
"Great job campers. A run, a big breakfast and a quiz… Wow… I suppose you are all tired?" The man questioned, trying to look sympathetic. All the teens nodded. "Aw. Well I've got good news and bad news."
"The good news is we have a nice campfire for this evening! The bad news… The actual challenge starts now." Chris simled as the teen groaned loudly.
"WHAT IS THE STINKIN' CHALLENGE?!" Fiona growled.
Chris kept calm, yet twisted eyes at the angry campers.
"An awake-a-thon." He smiled. "Everything you've done before this was to… prepare you for the challenge. The exhausting run so that your bodies are tired, the heavy breakfast to make you sleepy and the pointless knitting quiz for mental fatigue."
They all heard knitting needles and saw Junpei knitting a sock. Cue awkward stare-down.
"At least Junpei is putting his knitting knowledge to good use…" Chris said slowly. Then he snapped out of it and began explaining the challenge. "Your challenge is to stay awake for the longest time possible. The camper who stays awake the longest will win one for their team." Chris clapped his hands. "So your challenge starts… now."
The teens glanced at each other and blinked.
"And to "help" with your challenge-" Chris sat at one of the log chairs, pulled a HUGE book, set it on his lap and opened it. "-I will be reading several pages out of Webster's Dictionary."
The campers moaned loudly as Chris put on his reading glasses.
This was going to be a looooooong day.
Day turned into night and the stars shone brightly down over Camp Wanawakaa. As the day, the dictionary reading and the absolute fatigue wore on, many campers fell asleep. Devils and Eels alike were dropping like flies. Only the truest, most hardcore remained. Sam, Damon, Geoffrey, Erin, Junpei and Yuko sat there, eyes barely open but still powering on. Finally, Sam swayed violently and fell off of her chair, dead asleep.
"And Sam's outta here!" Chris smiled at seeing the seventeen-year-old blue-haired rebel happily asleep in the dirt. "We're down to five campers left! For a special treat, I've arranged for Chef Hatchet to do a little dance for you all."
And right on cue came a very unhappy Chef Hatchet, once again in his sugar-plum fairy ballerina outfit. The campers were too tired and afraid to laugh. Chris clapped, holding in a guffaw.
"All right! And Chef Hatchet will be performing his rendition of… Swan Lake to the musical stylings of Canada's premier smooth-jazz keyboardist!" Chris pulled out a boom-box and hit play. As easy-going music filled the air, the TV host quirked an entertained eyebrow at Hatchet. "Do your dance, Mr. Hatchet."
Chef Hatchet sighed.
Cut to Outhouse Confessional.
"I HATE that costume…" Chef Hatchet glowered at the camera as he folded his beefy arms. "It chafes and does nothing for my lower-body figure."
Static.
To the smooth jazz and Chef Hatchet's surprisingly graceful dancing, Geoffrey, Junpei and Damon fell off of their chairs, asleep.
"Ladies… you two are left. Which of you two lovely ladies will pull off the impossible?" Chris turned up the smooth-jazz. Yuko turned to Erin and glared. Erin just blinked sleepily but firmly.
Thirty minutes later, Yuko and Erin were still going strong. Chris was getting tired of watching these two campers nearly drift off to sleep. Silently wishing that one of them would fall asleep, he was cut a break. Erin fell to the ground, asleep.
"And we have a winner!" Chris cheered. "Yuko! You have won this challenge! Congratulations!"
The spazzy seventeen-year-old gave a thumbs up before she too fell over, sleeping. Chris rolled his eyes.
"Sheesh. Chef, you're gonna have to help me get these campers to their beds." The TV host sighed. Hatchet stopped his ballet dancing and groaned.
Picking up Fiona, Chris left the rest of the campers to Chef Hatchet to carry. Fiona groaned in her sleep and looped her arms around Chris's neck. The TV host got stiff before he saw Hatchet grinning at him. Frowning, Chris walked to the girls' cabin with Fiona in his arms.
Cut to Outhouse Confessional.
"I bet you all thought I was asleep, huh?" Fiona snickered at the camera before an evil smirk curled onto her face. "Fooled you and Chris."
Static.
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-Tatiana.