So even though all my writing sucks I got a couple of reviews to continue. This chapter is more of an informational chapter to explain stuff, a bit of Heather home life description. She's such a meanie head. Again if I put anything that's to related to one of your stories tell me and I'll take this off. I sometimes copy without knowing and I really hate that.
Disclaimer- I'm talking with the government now about owning the word "fictionator" but other than that I own nothing.
Bridgette's POV
Chris had actually left us be that whole afternoon which was certainly strange considering he was well, him. I decided in the morning to go surfing. I yawned.
"Hey Courtney do you want to go swimming with me?" She mumbled something.
"Come again."
"Thanks but no thanks. A whole day of dealing with a certain boy really takes it out of you, especially without a challenge to distract him. Why don't you go ask Geoff? He's always up for a swim with his favorite girl." Even if she was on the verge of sleeping you could still hear the smile in her voice.
"Okay but you know what? I think your just jealous because I have a guy that's really sweet while yours has been to juvie more than a…" I couldn't exactly finish the sentence with a pillow in my mouth.
"Bridgette, Duncan is not "my guy" and more than likely never will be. Though yes I do think its sweet how Geoff always wants to go swimming with you." I stuck my tongue out at her, knowing that I had won. She smiled and rolled her eyes. I walked out of the cabin to go search for Geoff. Though he may not always say the right thing, or be the smartest he was one guy I loved to swim with the most. I knocked on the guys cabin.
"Hey Geoff, I was wondering if you would like to come swimming with me." In a blink of an eye he was running down to the beach in his trunks.
"Race ya' there." I shook my head and started out after him. He won of course with that massive head start. It was pretty cool and all, Geoff trying to flirt with me all that swimming, the fact that we "misheard" the announcement to come to the mess hall and continued to swim. All was great until I grew a tail.
Geoff had been up on the beach and I noticed he began to change clothes. Not like the normal take off a shirt then putting on another one, no this was more like your wearing one thing one moment then all of a sudden your wearing pirate clothes, without the eye patch, hand and hook.
I began to scream noticing I too had gone through a transformation. I was not expecting to look down and notice I had on spaghetti strap shirt that didn't even cover my stomach, or the tail below that. Soon my shrieking had stopped even though I was pretty sure I was still trying to use my vocal cords. I tried saying other things but they wouldn't come out either. I looked at Geoff confused, but he wasn't looking at me. He was looking at the floating orb above me that seemed to be taking my voice. Weird I thought that only happened in movies and little fantasy stories.
My voice "flew" away but I saw where it went. To the top of the cliff is where it had gone. I guessed Geoff hadn't seen it. He was staring into space, um deep in thought?
Heather's POV
"Campers, I see Geoff and Bridgette didn't show up. What a shame. They probably had a strange urge to go to the water today." Well that's two less campers to have to deal with when I take over this island. Now the only problem was that I had seemed to multiply?
There where copies of me standing right in front of me. They looked exactly as I and there were four of them.
"Chris why are there four Heathers? Wasn't one enough." The ghetto queen interrupted my thoughts with her stupid yet practical question. Why were there four of me? Lindsay raised her hand probably to say something stupid.
"Ooh, oh I know! So that one of the Heathers can tell the other one how pretty they look in something even though it's obviously ugly, like right now!" All five of me slapped their heads. I was right, something stupid she said.
"All will be explained right about now! When Chef made his breakfast yesterday he added a secret ingredient, a potion called fictionator. This ingredient after being digested will read through your mind and check out your personality. After doing that the potion causes the brain to send out waves to the rest of your body to transform you into the most fitting movie character of your stereotype. I can tell you why Heather copied herself, it's because in most stories and or movies the story has a villain. Heather happens to fit the villain to most every story so she's copied herself to fit those tales. I would tell you who you are but what fun would that be?" Ugh he's so annoying. Well at least I have my clones and to muck this place up even more.
"Where are they anyway?" I asked no one in particular. After looking around I became very proud of myself. One of my clones was arguing with Leshawna, another one was bitching to Gwen about who knows what, and the other two were bossing Beth and Lindsay around. All I had to do was sit back and enjoy the misery. My mother once compared me to a flower that lives off the tree and sucks the energy and life right out of it. I was only nine so it didn't bother me much. All I did later was steal three hundred dollars from her wallet. What can I say; you have to start out small. I love the life of a spoiled bitch!
Looking around I could tell who most of my fellow campers were. No doubt Lindsay and Tyler were from the old fairy-tale Repunzal. You could tell by her frequently growing hair. The fact that I, or really one of my copies, was locking her in a tower helped me guess.
"Chris, where did the multiple castles and towers come from?" I think my question was understandable. Where would they get the kind of money for that anyway?
"Oh yeah about that, yeah we kind of dipped into our budget for uh edible food and medical tents to get this all planned out. Oh and if your missing some clothes, DNA, or other items it's because we had to sell them on the Internet."
"Is that even legal?"
"Yes Heather, you signed a contract. Oh and by the way thanks."
"Thanks for what?"
"Your DNA sold for the most. Turns out a lot of people like making voodoo dolls these days." I growled at him and he backed away. I began to focus on seeing who the other stereotypes were.
I laughed when I came to Courtney and Duncan. Courtney's hair and been put up by who knows what and was strangely wearing a dress. She had to be beauty from that old movie "Beauty and the Beast." So if she was the beauty then Duncan was the beast. Ha that should get on the CIT's nerves. Duncan fit the part of beast. He had grown horns and only wearing a pair of jean shorts and a black cape looking thing. He really needs to put on a shirt before someone ends up puking out his or her liver. I don't even know what a liver is but I felt like puking it up.
It seemed since Chris had mentioned Bidgette and Geoff earlier and something about water I had to guess they were playing the part of "The Little Mermaid." Figures. Those water freaks should really be more pruned than my grandma by now. Really the last time I saw my grandma was when she thirty-seven but she had more wrinkles than an elephant. I couldn't imagine her now. At forty-three I could only imagine that women.
Anyway back to the topic. Some people I couldn't figure out since my mom stopped reading me bedtime stories when I was five. Something about getting mad at how the stepmother was treated afterwards and I threw the book at her, causing a very painful trip to the hospital.
The one thing that infuriated me the most was that no doubt in my mind Gwen was Cinderella considering clone one had taken her to the castle and made her clean. She had been wearing a maid outfit and Trent was wearing something suited for royalty. There's that feeling again. Every time I think about Gwen and Trent being together I feel like barfing. Chris had decided to reenter the room and tell us about living arrangements.
"Well campers I hope you know who you are. Whether you do or don't I need to tell you that you'll be living out the part of your character for how ever long it takes until you complete the tale. Your sixteen I'm sure you know how the stories go. I know for a fact that the castles outside have your names written on them. Seriously there is a sign above them that says your name on it. Now shoo I got a three 'o' clock massage and I'm not about to give that up. Now move." Everyone stayed put.
"Oh Chef."
"HE SAID MOVE YOU IDIOTS! MOVE!" I don't know about the others but I was out of there faster than the speed of lying, and for me that's pretty fast. I saw the "castle" that had my name on it. It was really more of a room with a bathroom attached.
"Chris! Why don't I have a castle?"
"Oh yeah you. You'll be able to switch with any of the Heather's if you'd like throughout the story. Good luck." I hate that guy.
So it's short and more of a factual chapter. This was more to explain the plot of the story. It gets more interesting later. (I hope) I really think my writing isn't worth a load of crap. Again if you have suggestions for couples and what characters they should be please put them in a review. This is who I have so far…
Gwen/Trent- Cinderella
Duncan/Courtney- Beauty and the Beast
Geoff/Bridgette- The Little Mermaid
Eva/DJ- ?
Please and thanks for reviews. Oh and tips those too. I'm trying.