Hey! Tatiana here! In this chapter the campers are put up for a talent show...

The rest of the campers were inside the mess hall eating breakfast. Then Roland, Sam, Alecia and Geoffrey came walking in, looking like they were up to something. The four friends were whispering amongst each other, possibly planning out their next prank as they got breakfast. Glancing at the chalkboard that the breakfast menu was doodled on, Roland cocked a brow.

"Grits?" The cowboy hat wearing teen questioned. At a closer look he saw that Chef Hatchet was just serving up the reheated remains of yesterday's oatmeal. "Uh… this is the old oatmeal from yesterday."

Chef Hatchet cocked a brow so hard on his head that a vein popped out of his forehead.

"You gotta problem with that… little man?" The brawny black man returned in such a deep sinister voice that made Geoffrey immediately cower and hide behind his lunch tray.

"No, sir." The eighteen-year-old boy peeped and timidly held out his tray. Spooning the slop onto the kid's tray, Chef Hatchet gritted his teeth sending Geoffrey running.

"NEXT!" He hollered. Alecia and Sam had their trays, beaming with huge smiles as they bounced up and down.

Cut to Outhouse Confessionals.

"Two of my biggest fans… Let's see how long those two can go on my cooking without fearing me." Hatchet smiled as he folded his arms. "My army enemies feared my cooking before they feared me."

Static.

Saluting Chef Hatchet with a tear in hier eye, Alecia moved to Geoffrey's table and sat. Grumbling Hatchet turned to his other fan, Sam. Doing the same with the girl, Sam gladly took her breakfast on her shirt as well as on her tray. Giggling loudly, she skipped to Geoffrey's table.

Roland, Sam, Geoffrey and Alecia were busy talking and joking with Maverick, Yuko, Damon, Jared and Halona.

"Good morning!" Chris said cheerily. "All right, I'm here to tell you about your next challenge, so gather 'round." He voiced. The campers came out of the corner and sat uneasily in their seats. "As you've seen, we've been using some of the ideas from last season. The jump, the awake-a-thon and the awesome dodgeball game. Let me assure you that these were only to cull the weakest campers from the stronger." Then Chris sighed unhappily. "Unfortunately, the network I work for has asked that we do another talent show. Apparently it was one of the fans' favorite segments." Popping his lips, Chris sighed disinterestedly. "And no matter how much it kills me, we gotta redo the talent show."

The campers cheered as a select few sunk in their seats. Chris frowned; they shouldn't be enjoying this.

"You have until this evening to pick the acts, showing off your team's best talent. Then these chosen campers will represent your team in a… (shudder) talent show." Chris shook at the thought of another HORRIBLE talent show. "Chef Hatchet will be judging and according to how he feels the performance went, will grade your teammates on talent. The team who scores the highest will gain immunity; the losers will see me after the show at the Campfire Ceremony. Any questions?"

Serinity raised her hand.

"Yes, Serinity?" Chris humored her hand but rolled his eyes.

"Just how many can we enter? What if there's a lot of talent on our team?" To the sixteen-year-old's question, Chris chuckled.

"The more weird or stupid talents, the better. Bring all you got." Then the TV host turned to the Electric Eels team. "You too, Eels. Whoever's got the talent, bring 'em out."

With a nod, the kids raced out of the mess hall, getting an early start on their talent show. Chris puffed out an aggravated sigh.

On one side of the camp, the Electric Eels gathered together to see who was the most talented.

"Okay! Who can do stuff?!" Alecia chimed excitedly. Her crystal grey eyes looked over her team.

They shuffled nervously, wondering whether or not that their various talents would be accepted by their team and finally, Chef Hatchet.

"I… I can play the violin." Clyde whispered to Alecia since he was standing closest to her. The seventeen-year-old beamed.

"No kidding?!" Alecia cheered. "YOU can play the violin?! That's SO choice! How good?"

"P-p-p-p-pretty good, I guess…" He peeped.

Alecia jumped and clapped excitedly.

"There's one. Who's next?" She looked over her team. To her surprise, Cyel cleared his throat.

"I can juggle golf balls… on my golf clubs." Cyel grinned smugly. The other kids didn't know whether to hate him or let him join the talent show.

"Really?" Alecia set her hand on her hip, suspicion written on her bright face. "Then show us."

The seventeen-year-old brunette rich boy shrugged and walked into the boys' cabin, retrieving his golf bag. Taking out two golf putters, including his lucky gold one, he pulled out three golf balls. With careful, skilled movements, he was soon bouncing the balls on the thick end of his putters, successfully juggling. Everyone was floored.

"Sweet! There's two! Who's next?" Alecia beamed. Amaryllis stepped forward.

"W-Well, I can play the piano rather well." She said shyly, stealing a glance at Dominic before looking away with a red-hot blush.

"Woo! Man, we're gonna win for sure!" Dominic cheered.

"Three." Alecia said unexcitedly. "Anyone else?"

"I've had exactly three years as a runway model. I can catwalk very well." The oblivious sixteen-year-old voiced. Candy did her best sashaying catwalk in front of her team.

After she was done, all the boys cheered.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the camp with the Tasmanian Devils, Mathias was demonstrating his dancing abilities. Busting out a silky smooth jazz move, his team was impressed. Clapping, Yuko giggled.

"Wow, Mathias! That's so coolio! Where'd you learn to dance like that?" The static black-headed girl beamed. Mathias simply smiled.

"I dance way better with music. I can Mosh awesomely too!" The sixteen-year-old boy tipped an invisible hat to Yuko, making her giggle more.

Sam laughed from sitting on the steps of the girls' cabin.

"Anyone can Mosh, Mathias." The seventeen-year-old girl chuckled as she looked at her fingernails. The Devils turned to the girl.

"I don't see you contributing, Samantha." Mathias returned, feeling a little insulted. Sam yawned and stretched.

"Well, I can draw pretty well...and it's Sam." She snapped.

"Great! We have act number dos!"Junpei held up two fingers. Looking over the other kids, he popped the obvious questioned. "Anyone else? I've heard Serinity sing and I believe she could be the fourth act!" Serinity's eyes went wide and she shook her head. Fiona sighed.

"Serinity! Your voice is flat-out AMAZING! C'mon… for the team." Glancing around at her team, Serinity gave a quick nod, agreeing to sing for the talent show.

"Cool. Three." Junpei smirked. "How 'bout you Nathan? Anything?"

"Yeah; I've got a guitar." He answered. "I'll play."

"Four. Anyone else?" Junpei questioned. "Yuko? Do you have a special talent?"

"YEAH! YES, I DO have a spectacular talent!" The girl jumped off the steps of the cabin and raced to Junpei. "It's SO spectacular it's guaranteed to bring the house down!"

Though the other campers didn't like how she cackled, they agreed to let her on.

"Hey Roland, you're pretty funny; why don't you do a skit up there or something?"

The eighteen-year-old boy leaning on the railing of the girls' cabin shook his head, making his team gasp.

"I dig making people laugh but I can't do it on the spot… stage-fright; you know." Roland answered. A feeling of doom circled the team.

Maverick cut through the disappointed silence and looked at Nathan.

"Hey, man; go get your guitar and play us something." Maverick offered before he yawned again. "Give me something to jam to. I've been without my music for four days and it's killing me."

Just then Sam and Nathan came out of the cabin again, art pad and guitar in hand.

Later that evening, it was time for the talent show. Standing on the stage of a crumby amphitheater-like section of the camp was Chris McClean, trying to look like he was thrilled to be host this part of the show. All the teens were seated in front of him and brimming with excitement.

"Campers! You got your acts picked out?" The teens nodded excitedly. "Cool. Now for those of you at home, something will appear at the top of your screen. Do not be alarmed. This is the Chef-O-Meter. It monitors Chef Hatchet's like or dislike of the camper's performance." Chris turned to the campers. "All right, I've randomly chosen a team to go first. Electric Eels… You're up!"

Short? I know. This is just a taste for what's coming up. Remember to leave the "Confessionals" in the reviews. So just for not making you guys wait for next Saturday, I'll update it later today or tomorrow. That's how much I love you guys. *sniff sniff*

-Tatiana.