Let's continue. Now let's see...I think EVERYONE commented on the team switch. Yes, Lindsay is heroic. But with Courtney gone, there's not really anyone else I could switch. Sorry, but the team needs a token hero, and Gwen's original storyline has been torn up as far as this story goes. Thanks to the reviewers: Bloodylilcorpse, queenoftrouble, 123NumberGirl456, Elizabeth Life Stone, Katie Grimm and Glowing Insanity.

I didn't have any nightmares about Mal that night. That was a pleasant surprise. I went to the confessional afterwards, in the early morning – like just after sunrise. "I didn't have nightmares last night. That was great! I hope that's an omen for the rest of the season."

I decided to do something fun, so since the other girls in my cabin were all asleep, I took a can of blue spray paint out of my bag (hey, so I like doing graffiti) and went to the back of the cabins. On it, I sprayed the words What's your label? I'm label-free (Later on, Sierra made a blog for me, and gave me a label, actually: the "Lawless Artist", so I can't say that any more).

I was glad the cabins' roof stretched just past the walls, because it started raining minutes after I'd finished, and if it wasn't, the graffiti would wash away.

The girls in my cabin were woken up when Chef tossed powdered gruel into our cabin. None of us actually ate it, though. I think the only person who enjoyed it was Scott, since he actually came to our door to ask us if we had any left over. We let him have it all.

Lindsay was still a little bit apprehensive about being on our team, so I appointed myself her bodyguard. Heather addressed a few comments to her, but whenever she did, I was there.

"Thanks for protecting me." Lindsay said gratefully.

I shrugged. "I hate bullying for no reason. I saw how Heather treated you in the first season, and I figured you deserved a fair chance on this team."

Lindsay looked downcast. "I don't like being on a team of villains." she said. "Everyone on the other team was always nice to everyone else, and I wasn't scared of anyone."

I looked at her skeptically. "You're scared of people on this team? Seriously? Who?"

"Everyone." Lindsay said, oblivious to my annoyance. "I'm scared of villains. Isn't everyone who's not a villain?"

I crossed my arms. "So what's your definition of 'villain'? Were you scared of Duncan, Alejandro and Heather before they were villains?"

Lindsay paused in thought. "I was always scared of Heather." she confessed. "And sort of with Doug. But...whatever it was...he was always nice to me. So not really."

"So you're only scared because they're called villains now?" I scowled. "That is one of the most shallow things I've ever heard! Seriously, bubble brain, get a life!"

Lindsay looked upset. "What did I do?"

I gave a sigh. "Okay, sorry, Lindsay. But I don't take any of that back. I mean, I guess you really can't help being a bubble brain. The audience likes you because you're sweet and pretty, but they also like you because they think you're hilarious."

Lindsay smiled warily, not sure whether I was complimenting her or not (I wasn't, but I was impressed that she kind of knew I wasn't being nice).

I wondered how Gwen was faring among the Heroes. They were probably having fun welcoming her.

The weather cleared up in the afternoon, and Chris finally called us out to a clearing. Sierra was also back, looking a little tired, but nowhere near as beat up as Sam was.

She frowned. "Why's Lindsay with the others? Isn't she on our team?"

"I decided she and Gwen should switch teams." Chris told her brightly. "Fun, huh?" I saw Sierra instinctively reach into her pocket, but then her face changed, and she looked worried. Obviously something had disappeared, and I wondered what it was.

"It's challenge time!" Chris called out. "Chef didn't have time to cook Team Loser's breakfast this morning...because he was busy making these!" Two large stacks of pancakes stood there, a flag with our team logo on each plate. "That's right – it's eating challenge time!" I was glad I hadn't eaten any powdered gruel that night. I was starving hungry, and those pancakes looked pretty good.

Each of us would take turns scarfing down pancake for sixty seconds, then a sound (a screech for us and a choir for the Heroes) would play, signalling that our eating time was up. Then we'd run an obstacle course. If we barfed at any point, we'd be benched, but if we didn't, we could eat again. The person who finished the pancakes would have to run the obstacle course again, and the team who did it first won.

The obstacle course had four red balls. Then a rolling pin and a boot.

"That won't be so hard." Scott scoffed.

"Oh, really?" Chris said. "I wasn't gonna add this, but since Scott's not impressed...bring it in!" It was a round contraption that would spin around like crazy. Chris called it the salad spinner.

"How does it work?" Mike asked.

"Probably painfully." Chris answered. "I don't know, we didn't have time to test it."

"Oh, thanks a lot, Scott!" I snapped. "That'll make it so much easier for me not to hurl."

It was time to start. Alejandro spoke up, looking at Heather. "We need a team leader, and I think it should be you."

"Fine." Heather said. "You go first, but you'd better have a big appetite!"

"As you wish."

Sierra was already eating her stack, but Alejandro was doing surprisingly well. Even when he found a couple of rats (Chris mentioned the booby traps in the pancakes only after that), he ate quickly. Sierra found some fish eyes, and it looked like she was about to barf, but she kept it down. Still, even with her major skills, Alejandro was on the obstacle course long before her.

I watched him on the first obstacle. "How does he do that?" I wondered out loud. "I mean, how can he tuck himself into a ball like that if his legs are paralyzed?"

Heather looked over at me. "You're right." Her eyes narrowed. "Wait a minute...he's faking it?" She huffed. "He is SO dead!"

"Don't kill him yet." I advised. "He's pretty good at this challenge." I nearly had to eat my words when he almost barfed after the salad spinner, but he didn't.

Heather wanted Scott to go next, but he complained that his stomach hurt and I offered to go. "I'm starving!"

As I spoke, Sierra finished the obstacle course and Cameron ran up to start eating.

And apart from the chilli flakes I found in some of the pancakes and a disgusting amount of syrup, I could deal. The pancakes were still much better than any of the food I'd had in juvie, and I really was hungry after not eating any breakfast.

The screech sounded. "Run, Bailey!" I heard Alejandro yelling. "Run as if your life depends on it...which it does!"

I managed to keep the pancakes down after the obstacle course, but I didn't think I'd be able to eat again.

Time passed. People continued eating and doing the course. Gwen was the first to barf, all over Duncan, in fact, poor guy.

After he was done, Heather looked at Lindsay. "Lindsiot, you're next."

I scowled. "Don't call her that! But yes, Lindsay, it's your turn."

Mike went up against Lindsay, and they both started eating like crazy. Mike was on the obstacle course first, and as I watched, I saw him doing something when he left the salad spinner. Then Lindsay was sent flying on it, as it spun faster than ever before.

We won narrowly. We were ahead, but Sam caught up. Heather and Zoey were eating, but Sam got Zoey to tag him, and Alejandro got Heather to tag him.

"Come on, Ale-whatever!" Scott called out as Sam was nearly done.

"Don't bother!" Heather yelled. "Obviously, he can't do it!" That was the exact thing Alejandro needed to hear. Sam finished just after him, and he couldn't catch up during the obstacle course. Alejandro had won for us!

Sam was voted off that night. He just wasn't useful enough to the team to keep.

As for exile, Scott eagerly volunteered.

But after elimination, Gwen went up to Duncan and said "Hey, can I talk to you for a minute about something? Privately? It's really important."

Duncan came back to the spa hotel, looking downcast. "What's wrong?" I asked bluntly. "What did Gwen say to you?"

Duncan gave me an irritated look. "She dumped me, okay? Now can you give me some space?"

"Okay, okay." I said defensively. "Excuse me for caring why you're unhappy."

I turned in early. Now, Lindsay was sharing a room with me. Oh well. At least she wouldn't ask any questions.

Ugh, this chapter felt SO uninspired. Notice that Bailey saw the lever on the salad spinner being changed, but she doesn't know that's what it was. But she'll be watching Mike closely from now on.

Next chapter: A blue moon, Heather's Lindsay imitation, and Alejandro's "paralysis" is addressed!