I do not own Total Drama
We received no outside word from Chef for the rest of the day. We didn't even get a meal.
Sam remained still for the rest of the day, agonizing over his destroyed innocence. I didn't bother him and sat on the other side of the bottom bunk.
I wondered what it felt like to undergo such a blow. I assumed it would be like finding out you were adopted or that your next door neighbor is a cold-blooded murderer. I could imagine being in pain, but the realities behind it could not simulated in any way. It would have to hit you head on. The brain is kind of funny that way. It knows how you're supposed to feel, but you can never prepare for the wave. And when it strikes, it's force is unyielding and you forget everything else around you. I would have thought that the radiation scandal last year would have left him like this, but no words can ever outweigh actions; ones that you see right before your eye.
Eventually, exhaustion started to overpower me. Our residential quarters lacked any windows and clocks, so it was hard to tell. The door at the entrance was sealed shut. Light couldn't possibly enter this space. Luckily, these people were kind enough to give us a set of lights that dangled along the ceiling. They flickered constantly and were cut off every so often.
I didn't care whether it was day or not, and I let myself fall into slumber.
"Total Drama Island! Coming this summer to Fresh TV!"
I stared at the television screen as I saw Chris McLean, one of the biggest stars in the world. It was practically to not have seen him somewhere. I knew him as a Canadian ice skater at the 2006 Winter Olympics. His work on the ice absolutely dazzled me. And of course, I have heard people at school who knew him from other things. You name it! Movies, comedies, and game shows. It seemed like this was all he needed left to be a universal icon.
Sadly, nobody in Lundar has heard anything from Gwen or Josh since they left about four months earlier. But that didn't mean I wasn't excited for the upcoming series.
My mother was in the other room, preparing dinner that night when the phone rang. Being the mother I knew her for, she picked it up and greeted the caller.
Obviously, I couldn't make out who it was or what they were saying, but just by looking through the short hallway, she showed great concern.
"What?" she said sadly.
She continued to listen to the other person. I certainly wasn't naive. I was eleven years old, so I had a general understanding of the real world.
My mother started to twirl her lush, blonde hair with her finger.
"I'll be right over!"
She then hung up and started to put on her jacket. I rose from the couch and approached her.
"What's going on?" I asked concerned.
"I need to go somewhere."
Her urgency was really eating me up.
"What about dinner?"
"You're gonna have to make yourself a sandwich, honey."
At this point, she was frantically rushing out the door, but I was able to stop her.
"Can I come with you?"
"No. This is something that I must do alone."
"When will you be back?"
My mother froze for a moment, unsure how to answer that question.
"I don't know."
And with those words, she left into the cold spring night.