First of all, this chapter's a little shorter than some of my past ones. It was kind of hard to describe this challenge and it would take too long and be too boring to describe everyone doing it... You'll have to read to see why xC

But enjoy, and review if you don't mind c: The next chapter will be more detailed and better, double swearsies! :D

Marilee slowly walked out of her cabin, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. She had woken up later than usual, so no one was around. "These past few weeks have been terrible," she grumbled to herself. "If one more bad thing happens, I think I might plotz..."

"CAMPERS!" Chris' voice boomed over the loudspeakers. "Report to the campfire grounds immediately to get the low down on today's challenge!"

Marilee was mute for a moment, then sighed and muttered, "Preparing to plotz in five, four-"

"I gotta admit, at first my teammates got on my nerves," Marilee confessed, crossing her arms and smiling slightly. "But now they've sort of grown on me. LeShawna and Jovie are pretty cool, even though Jovie keeps telling me to recycle my juice boxes and all that tree hugging crap. DJ's sweet, but I have this feeling that he's afraid of me…" She shrugged and continued, "Herbie and Xavier… Well, they're nice, at least. Geoff's my brother, so I have to like him, but heck, I'd like him even if he wasn't. And Keith…" She blushed and said, "I like him a looot…"

"That Marilee can really get on my nerves, with her bossy attitude and constantly throwing her juice boxes all over the place," Jovie said, looking slightly ticked. She smiled after a second and added, "But girl's sweet when she wants to be. I'm glad we're teammates. We're getting to be pretty good friends, too."

"It's so awesome that Gwen and I are on the same team again this year," Trent said, grinning. "I was worried that we'd be on separate teams and get all competitive and nasty. Guess I don't have to worry about that anymore."

"It's too bad that Candace and I are on different teams," Geoff mused. "It's going to be hard to make my move if we're competing against each other…"

"Heather and I are getting to be pretty good friends," DJ said, smiling. "It's kind of difficult being on different teams… And she's on the same team as Gwen, who still hasn't forgiven her. That must only make it harder for her."

"Have you noticed that all the people that have been in here today have been talking about their teams?" Courtney asked. "I was standing outside waiting for my turn and that's all that everybody was talking about for some reason… I wonder why that is…" She was silent for a second, then frowned and said, "Great. Now I can't even remember why I wanted to be in here in the first place."

Once everybody was gathered by the campfire pit, Chris took his place in front of the group. "Campers, you've been here for a while now and you've gotten used to your teammates, right?" The kids nodded in agreement and Chris added, "Too bad, 'cause we're switching things up!"

"What? We're being put on different teams?" Heather asked.

"Right-o!" Chris grinned and added. "And today's competition will decide our new team captains!"

"Team captain? That sounds like a good title for me." Marilee pondered for a moment, stroking her chin. "Captain Marilee, her hotness." She grinned. "Yeah… I like the sound of that!"

"Team captain? Team captain!" Courtney exclaimed. "Yes! I can finally use my superb leadership skills to the fullest! Captain Courtney, her excellence… I like the sound of that!"

"Captain Duncan, his toughness," Duncan mused, smirking. "… I like the sound of that!"

Captain LeShawna, her foxiness…" LeShawna thought it over, grinned and said, "I like the sound of that!"

"Captain Geoff, his awesomeness…" Geoff tapped his chin and smiled. "I like the sound of that!"

"Captain Grace, her evilness…" Grace rubbed her hands together and said, "Oh, I definitely like the sound of that…"

Captain Gwen, her gothness," Gwen muttered, trying to think of a better name. "… I don't really like the sound of that. Maybe if I win, I can change the name of the title… Vampire Empress Gwen…" She smiled. "Yeah. That's better."

Chris continued, "All contestants thirteen and over will be able to compete for the title, because who would want a three year old as team captain, am I right?" He chuckled and muttered, "No offence, Grace," when he saw her irritated face. "And if you win and you have a sibling left on the island, the oldest will be captain and the youngest will be co-captain!"

"Okay, so maybe I can't be captain," Grace said, looking a little disappointed. "Buuuuut, if Trent wins… co-captain wouldn't be half bad!"

"What if you're the only one of your family left on the island?" Keith asked.

"Good question, my man!" Chris said. "If you or the other sole siblings win, you get to choose your co-captain. But, it has to be another lone contestant! Same applies to those who win and only have a sibling younger than thirteen!"

Grace crossed her arms and pouted. "… Rats."

"Great," Courtney grumbled, crossing her arms in a huff. "That means my choices would be Candace the chatterbox, Cody the pervert, Keith the other pervert, DJ the wimp, Heather the girl who no longer has a competitive edge and is therefore useless, and Gwen." Courtney rolled her eyes. "Ugh, Gwen. That girl never has a nice thing to say about anyone!"

"So… What's the challenge, dude?" Geoff asked.

Chris did not answer him. He merely smirked an evil smirk.

*T*S*R*

"ARE. YOU. SERIOUS?"

"Why, yes. Yes I am."

"MINIATURE GOLF?"

"Very good, Courtney," Chris said with a couple of claps, like it was a great feat for her to comprehend that.

Somehow, a miniature golf course had popped up on the island and all of the campers were gathered by the first hole. Those competing had their putters with them and Chris tossed them each a colored golf ball.

"M-M-Miniature golf?" Marilee stuttered, not sounding annoyed as per usual, but worried. When Chris tossed her a purple ball, she squealed and shielded her face with her arms, even though it landed by her feet without any possibility of physical contact whatsoever.

"This is how we're going to decide who's team captain?" Courtney screamed, angrily catching her gray golf ball. "How does mini golf relate to leadership skills at all?"

"Do you want a leader who's too incompetent to even play a decent game of mini golf?" Chris asked. Courtney honestly didn't know how to answer that, so she remained silent. "Yeah. That's what I thought." He cleared his throat and added, "After every hole, several campers- I mean, golfers- will be eliminated, based on how much they suck. And, judging from your athletic skills, I'm guessing that will be a lot of you."

"Well, you can kiss your chances of winning it for us goodbye," Duncan told Selena, bouncing his black ball off his putter and catching it in his free hand.

"What's that supposed to mean?" she asked, glaring at him while catching her bright pink ball.

"Hey, I'm just being honest, kid," Duncan said to her, shrugging. "You suck at mini golf."

Selena crossed her arms and stomped her foot. "I do not! Don't you remember that time we went to Putt-Putt Palace when I was six?"

The punk spun his ball on the tip of his finger like a tiny basketball and answered, "Yeah, how could I not? You managed to destroy every other hole we played, injured two employees and got us banned for life."

"… Oh. I thought you did that." She thought for a moment and shrugged. "Meh, I'm sure I've improved."

Duncan smirked. "And I'm sure this will be interesting..."

Duncan leaned back and crossed his arms behind his head. "Okay, mini golf is probably the lamest challenge Chris could have come up with, but it'll be an easy win… For me, at least. Selena will probably kill someone before the third hole."

"I can't believe we have to do this," Jovie grumbled, bending over to pick up the ball she failed to catch.

Candace, who was standing next to her, asked, "Why? Don't you like miniature golf?"

"It's not that." She stood back up and added, "It's just that I've only ever played once or twice."

"Really? Why?"

LeShawna, who was nearby, walked over and asked, "Girl, do you seriously think there are any mini golf courses around the projects?"

"Oh. I guess not… But this will be so much fun!" Candace chirped, gripping her putter so she could practice her putt. "Owen and I play it at the course by the pizza place near our house all the time." She putted her red ball precisely between Jovie's feet. "Well, Owen mostly just goes to the pizza place. I play while waiting for him to finish his extra large pepperoni, sausage and pineapple pizza… But still, It's really fun!"

LeShawna eyed her for a moment. "… Do you ever have a bad thing to say about anything?"

Candace shrugged. "Not really, no. Why would I? This is the greatest island ever! Every day here is like a new fantastical adventure!"

LeShawna and Jovie were sitting together in the Confession Can, looking at each other as if something was amiss. "Is it just me, or is Candace always waaaay too happy?" LeShawna asked her sister.

Jovie shrugged. "It's not like there's anything wrong with being a little too… perky. It can just get really freaky, is all."

"Girl, you're telling me! Still, you can't help but like her, even though she can really get on a sista's nerves sometimes."

"Yeah… Why are we in here together again?"

LeShawna shrugged. "Because doing this separately would have taken too much time."

"Oh…"

"Okay! Those who aren't competing, take a seat on the Bleachers of Failure!" As Zoey, Herbie, Xavier and Grace sat down on the bleachers that were randomly on the sidelines of the course, Chris added, "This is also where the losers will be sent after every hole. But enough chit chat! Let's see what you're made of!"

*T*S*R*

"Yeah, I'm first!" Selena yelled, running up to the starting point of the first hole.

"Try not to kill anyone," Duncan yelled out, making her spin around and stick her tongue out at him. Once she was done, she took a look at what she had to work with.

The first hole was pretty basic, with no hills and turns. It would only take a straight putt to make it in, making it the most basic of basic mini golf holes ever invented. It at least had a running windmill by the hole to make it look less plain.

"Now, this is a pretty simple hole," Chris explained, taking a place next to Selena. "It's what I like to call 'The Bunny Hole' and even the simplest of morons could get through it…" He pulled out a large rock with a smiley face drawn on it from behind his back and placed it by his feet. "Watch this." He pulled a golf ball out if his pocket and dropped it on the rock. It bounced off the rock, rolled down the course and landed straight in the hole. He looked back at her and laughed. "But it might be a little harder for you…"

Selena was still seething over his comment and asked, "Okay, why does everyone think I'm such an idiot? I mean, I know I'm no Noah, but it's not like I'm the stupidest person on the island! Why does everyone treat me like a mindless buffoon?"

Flashback: Yesterday

Heather wrapped a towel around herself and stepped out of the shower. As she was about to leave, she couldn't help but notice that Selena was there and was getting ready to do something rather peculiar, not to mention downright stupid.

The blonde had her towel wrapped around her, but it looked like she hadn't taken her shower yet. She had just plugged her hair drier in, along with several extension cords so it would reach, and was making her way to the nearest shower.

"Selena?" Heather called out, making her turn around. "What on earth are you doing?"

"Taking a shower," Selena answered, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "What else would I be doing?"

"But shouldn't you put the drier down first?"

"No. I'm taking it with me to save time," Selena told her, continuing to walk to the stall.

"But you'll electrocute yourself!" Heather cried, clearly worried.

Selena giggled and waved a hand. "That's only with toasters! Does this look like a toaster to you?"

Heather stared at her for a minute, then shook her head and sighed. "Just give me that thing before you kill yourself."

End Flashback

Selena pouted. "I really hate those flashbacks…"

Selena put her ball down and took a few small practice putts. Once she was really, her actual putt was not quite so small. In fact, she swung with such great force, she not only missed her ball, but her putter went flying out of her hands.

"… Oops."

The putter hit one of the sails on the windmill in just the right place, making it come back like a boomerang right toward her. The club smacked her in the face and knocked her to the ground.

Everybody cringed, even Chris. "Ooooh… I never thought anyone ever got hurt while playing miniature golf…" After hearing him say that, Marilee's expression only looked more worried.

Selena meagerly stood up, a hand covering the eye that the putter hit. "Ow. I guess I'm just special like that."

Chris nodded and shrugged. "Oh well. You can take a seat on the Bleachers of Failure."

"Can I at least get some ice for my eye?" She asked, finally uncovering her eye. It was extremely swollen and an interesting shade of purple.

The host sucked a little air in through his teeth, as if seeing it made him hurt too, and said, "Sure. Just… Please don't sue, okay?"

Selena gave a thumbs up. "No worries." She walked past him, only to trip over the smiley face rock due to her impaired vision.

"Uh… Somebody help the Cyclops to the infirmary."

"I'll do it!" Marilee said a little too quickly, yanking Selena up and dragging her off to get her eye fixed.

Chris looked as they walked off and said, "Well… It can't get lamer than that. Geoff, you're up next."

Geoff took his place at the starting point, positioned himself and the putter, and hit the ball perfectly. "Yeah!" he cheered. Unfortunately, he hit the ball a little too hard. It went flying in the air, bounced off one of the sails on the windmill, and smacked him in the forehead.

As the party boy gripped his head and whined in pain, Chris face palmed . "This is just pathetic. Can I please get someone with a brain to putt?"

"Oh, oooooh!" Candace waved her hand in the air and bounced up and down wildly. "Chris, pick me! Chris, Chris, Chriiiiiis! Chriiiiis, piiiiiiick meeeeeeee! Chris, Chris, Chris! Chriiiiiiiiiii-"

"Will you just pick her so she'll shut up?" Gwen asked, clearly irritated by the cheerleader's persistence.

"Fine," Chris sighed, shaking his head. "You don't really have any more brains than those two, but be my guest…"

"Yippie!" Candace skipped up to him, placed her ball by the starting point, and simply putted it. It smoothly rolled over the fake grass and sunk into the hole perfectly.

"Huh." Chris looked back at her and smiled. "You may not have more brains than those two, but you at least have better motor skills."

Geoff, who had been in too much pain to move too far away, looked at him and asked, "What does driving have to do with mini golf?"

Chris and Candace stared at him, both wondering if he could get any stupider… And they both decided that would be a no. They looked back at each other and Chris said, "Okay, I suppose you do have more brains than him."

*T*S*R*

Almost everybody had already taken their turn and gotten the ball in in under three hits, so it was still only Selena and Geoff who had been eliminated.

"Okay, looks like we've almost got through the first hole. We just need LeShawna, Jovie and Marilee to go." He looked up from his clipboard and saw LeShawna and Jovie, but no Marilee. "Hey, where'd she go?"

"Maybe she's still with Selena at the infirmary," Jovie suggested. "I guess we'll have to go while we wait for them."

As LeShawna stepped up to putt, Selena had just arrived back and sat down on the Bleachers of Failure next to Geoff. He looked and saw a lack of his sister and asked, "Where's Mar?"

Selena shrugged, removing the ice pack from her eye for a moment. "She said she needed to stay behind. She wouldn't tell me why, though."

Geoff sighed, gripping his aching head. "Dang it. I was afraid of this..."

"Afraid of what?" Selena asked, placing the ice pack back on her black eye.

"Nev… Never mind." He didn't feel like explaining it to her. And it was certainly a long story. "I'll go get her."

He stood up and started walking toward the campground, calling out her name when he was far away enough from the golf course.

When he finally arrived, he stuck his head through the open window of her side of the cabin. "Marilee? Mar? Hellooooooo?" He pulled his head out and tapped his chin in thought. Once something came to him, he smirked, walked into the cabin and loudly said, "Oh, darn! Guess she isn't here, Keith. You'll just have to make out with somebody else, maybe Selena or Jovie or-"

"I'm not four, Geoff!" a voice sounding exactly like Marilee's called out, coming from under one of the bunks Geoff couldn't see under before. "Like I'm really going to fall for that!" Geoff grinned a triumphant grin, while Marilee thought over what she had just done. "D'aw, crap biscuits…"

He walked up to the bunk and bent down, seeing her curled up in the fetal position, a blanket wrapped around her so only her face was visible. "That's funny. You sort of look like you're four," he joked.

"You cannot make me go out there!" Marilee told him, gathering her blanket even tighter around herself. "I can never play miniature golf ever again!"

Geoff sighed and said, "C'mon, you've got to face this stupid fear sooner or later."

"It's not a fear! It's a deep, fiery hatred!"

"Marilee, what happened when you were ten was a one in a million thing. Even I know that and I flunked my Probability and Statistics class last year!"

"How could I ever play mini golf again ever since… The Incident?" she asked, a slight shiver in her voice.

"It's still the same game. You grab a putter thing, hit the ball and-"

"I still know how to play! I just meant I can't bring myself to do it!" She covered her face so she couldn't be seen at all. "I don't want to hurt anybody else…"

"Okay, you may have injured about seven people, but you didn't hurt that one redheaded kid that bad," he said, reaching out to yank the blanket off of her completely.

She looked up at him, not convinced. "It took three doctors to get my ball out of his-"

"I know, I know," Geoff interrupted her. "But I promise you that that won't happen again." When she didn't even bat an eyelash at that comment, he whined, "C'mon, I wanna be team captain!" and gave her a super sad face.

"Then just win it for yourself!" She grabbed the blanket back from him and covered herself with it once more.

"I can't… I already screwed up."

Marilee sighed under the blanket. "Why am I not surprised?"

"C'mon, you haaaaaave to do it!" he whined. "You're the best mini golfer I've ever seen!"

Marilee turned her back to him and grumbled, "I'm not a little kid anymore, Geoff. You can't just expect me to do whatever you say just because-"

"I'll give you a juice box for every hole you play!" Geoff blurted out, desperate for her cooperation.

Marilee instantly rolled over, uncovered her face and raised an eyebrow. "What flavor we talking about here?"

Glad to have piqued her interest, he pulled a box out from behind her back and answered, "Mango Tango."

Her eyes lit up and she whispered, "I love Mango Tango…"

"And we'll both love being in charge of our team. Let's do this!"

"I guess you dudes are wondering why I want to be team captain so bad," Geoff mused, a Mango Tango juice box in his hand. "Well, nobody's ever taken me seriously. They think I'm just some party-obsessed screw-up, and that's so not true! I can be really smartical when I want to be! And I'll bet one of the reasons Bridgette broke up with me is because she's all responsible and I'm all… not." He took a sip from his juice box and smacked his lips. "Huh. These are pretty good. No wonder my sis likes them so much… Anyway, I want to prove to everybody that I can do something without messing it up… And if we win and I'm team captain, I could make my team wear fezzes all the time…" He laughed and added, "That'd be awesome!"

By the time Marilee and Geoff returned to the course, LeShawna and Jovie were done, and had actually done pretty good for two people with little to no experience.

Marilee slowly approached the starting point, gingerly taking a putter from Chris and placing her purple ball on the plastic grass a good five feet away from her.

"Uh… Shouldn't you put the ball… closer to your putter?" Chris asked, crossing his arms.

"Don't pressure me!" Marilee squeaked. She turned back toward the course. Stretching her putter as far as she could without stepping closer, she tapped the ball, flinching back as soon as it started creeping forward.

The ball slowly made its way to the hole, going at about the speed of a slug. After half a minute of waiting, Duncan asked, "Anybody want to go catch a flick? This could take a while…"

Eventually, the ball made it to the hole and slowly dropped inside. "Ugh, finally," Chris groaned. "That was really pathetic, but you at least made a hole in one. Well done, but try to pick up the pace next time, okay?"

However, she had already run over to the Bleachers of Failure. "Gimme!" she said to Geoff, holding out her hand and looking panicked. He handed her a juice box and she starting sucking the juice down, as if it's sweet taste was the only thing keeping her from hysterics.

Geoff crossed his arms behind his head and sighed, "Ah, victory's gonna be sweet! Sweeter than Mango Tango!"

*T*S*R*

During the second hole, Gwen and Heather had been eliminated due to Gwen's teal ball rolling in the miniature lake on the course and Heather's maroon ball bouncing off the little bridge over the lake and hitting Chris in the shin. Hurting the host certainly called for disqualification.

As they took a seat on the Bleachers of Failure, Gwen muttered, "I just hope you're not on my team again this time around…"

Heather sighed a sad sigh and asked, "When are you going to forgive me, Gwen? I've apologized to you a thousand times and you won't even hear me out. What do I have to do to prove to you I've changed?"

"Vote yourself off the island," Gwen spat at her, crossing her arms and turning away.

Heather frowned and propped her elbow on her leg so she could rest her head in her hands. She was starting to think it was going to take more than a verbal apology to get Gwen to forget about how horrible she had been last year…

After everyone else had gone, Marilee, once again, tapped the ball every so lightly to avoid heavily injuring anyone, like she feared, but it somehow managed to make its way into the hole in only one hit. Geoff walked up and handed her a second juice box, still just as satisfied as he was the first time.

Keith, however, had some constructive criticism for her. "You really should hit the ball harder, babe. And you don't have to flinch away like it's gonna eat you. Why are you so afraid of mini golf, anyway? I thought you were afraid of blood."

"Mini golf's the reason I'm afraid of blood!" Marilee told him, clutching her juice box to her chest. "Do you know how many innocent people I made bleed thanks to this stupid, downscaled game?"

"What are you talking about?" Keith asked, cocking an eyebrow.

Marilee sighed, took another long sip of her juice box and opened her mouth to tell him the tragic story.

"I'm not overreacting about the mini golf thing… I'm not!" Marilee declared, clutching a Mango Tango juice box in her hand. "Y-You see, I used to be a great miniature golfer. One of the best in my province, actually. So anyway, when I was ten, I was entered in this big mini golf tournament. I was in the lead, and I was on the final hole… I-I guess I putted it too hard and it bounced off a big clown statue or something and ricocheted off a ton of people… I hurt so many people that day… One of them even got amnesia for a while…" She looked down at her lap and sighed. "I haven't picked up a putter since." She glumly drank her juice.

After she was done telling Keith, he didn't look shocked. He looked like he had heard that story before. "That actually sounds familiar… Something just like that happened at a mini golf tournament I went to several years ago…"

Marilee, who had looked rather droopy, perked up a bit at hearing that. "R-Really? What year?"

"Uh… 2005, I think."

"No way," she gasped. "Th-That was the year I was in it! Where was the one you saw?"

"I'm pretty sure it was in Toronto."

"Keith! That's the one I was in!"

Keith thought it over, then gasped and pointed at her. "You're the cute girl who won!"

Marilee grinned and giggled. "So even then I was cute? Yay…"

"Wait a second… Did you say you did that thing with the ball?" Keith asked her.

"Yeah, and I wish you wouldn't bring it up."

"But, Mar… You didn't do that."

Marilee stared at him, then asked, "What the heck are you talking about? Of course I did! I saw my ball with my own eyes!"

"Wait, I remember that… It wasn't your ball!"

Marilee was truly shocked. Either the trauma she had lived with for four years was a sham or her boyfriend was just insane. "Would you care to elaborate, then? Because I'm extremely confused!"

"Okay, okay, let me think for a second…" Keith gripped his head, deep in thought. "Uh… There was that golf ball gun the mascot guy was using at the beginning of the tourney, right?"

"Yeah, I remember that stupid thing." She rolled her eyes. "I'm surprised nobody got sued over that…"

"Yeah, uh… Well, some kid had gotten his hands on it somehow. He shot it and it bounced off this big clown statue thing and-"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Marilee yelled, interrupting him. "So… You're trying to tell me that I've been obsessing over this for years, and it wasn't even my fault?"

"… Pretty much, yeah."

"What'd the little twerp look like?" she asked, placing her hands on her hips.

"He was about twelve or thirteen, shaggy blonde hair… The weird thing is, he was wearing a leather jacket and it was, like, July-"

"GEOFF!" Marilee screamed, throwing her empty juice box on the ground furiously.

"The whole freaking thing was Geoff's fault!" Marilee yelled, throwing her hands in the air. "When he was thirteen, he went through this weird leather jacket phase and refused to take it off, no matter how hot it was outside! He shot the ball gun, he hurt all those people, and he ruined my mini golf career!"

Keith watched her seethe, clearly worried about what she would do next. "H-He didn't mean to do it, babe! He looked guilty after he did it!"

She growled for a second, then took a second to calm down, angrily shook her head and said, "It'll do no good to get angry at him now. I'd just make an even bigger fool out of myself. I'll deal with him later…"

"Keith, you're up, dude!" Chris called out, making the two realize that the others had been playing the next hole the whole time they were talking.

He looked back at his girlfriend, concerned, and asked, "Are you going to be okay?"

"Yeah, yeah…" Marilee nodded, looking back toward the cabins. "You go ahead and play… I have to go get something."

*T*S*R*

Marilee strolled into the cabin, a determined look on her face. Ever since she found out the truth of her dark, miniature golf-related past, everything was different. She didn't have to be afraid of causing anyone any harm. She didn't have to hold back. She could play to her fullest ability. And that was a lot.

Bending down by her bunk, she pulled out a thin, long case from underneath it and set it on her lap. Unlocking each clasp, she slowly opened it, smiling upon seeing what was inside it.

Her trusty putter was nestled in the black velvet lining, a certain shine casting off of it even though it was moderately dark in the cabin.

"Hey, Camille," Marilee said, like she was talking to a small child instead of a small golf club. "Mommy's back. She's back…"

The Total Drama Rock cameo was for you, Frank xD

I know you all are probably wondering why she brought her old putter with her to the camp if she was terrified of mini golf… Well… Your guess is as good as mine xD