Total Drama Island: The Jacob Files

by JacobTheWriter

What happens when you put twenty-two campers an abandoned summer camp out in the middle of nowhere and force them into dangerous challenges and uncomfortable situations for a million dollars? .

Dedicated to the entire Total Drama community on Discord. The journey started five years ago. Wouldn't have gotten here without you guys.

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Out on a picturesque view of a small, quaint, forestry-like island out in the middle of nowhere, complete with large, sturdy trees, several quaint, relatively well-kept cabins, a small cafeteria, an outhouse far away from the showers and towering over everything else, a large cliff, a man in his early 30s stood on the docks by a sign that read 'Wawanakwa'. He sported a beard and a warm smile on his face, as a new era of reality television set forth onto the world.

This is where our story begins.

Kirk: Wawanakwa, once the site of many summer vacations for the rich and privileged, it has since been abandoned thanks to the effects of time, age, and logistical concerns. Its cabins, once filled with rowdy teens telling stories, holding wild parties or giggly sleepovers, its cafeteria complete with the best food money could be, its atmosphere so peaceful, refreshing, and nourishing to all.

For several moments, viewers observed a montage of young adults from Wawanakwa's past life.

Kirk: For them, Wawanakwa was more than just a place to get away from it all, it was a place to find adventure…

A group of young teens rode the waves of Camp Wawanakwa on a canoe, rain pouring down on them as waves crash and tumble around them, one boy looking more excited than the others.

Kirk: …comedy…

Another picture showcased two guys with flushed red cheeks, over confetti-coated faces as a group of others point and laugh at them, a practical joke having gone terribly awry.

Kirk: …and love.

A couple sat by the bonfire, the fire crackling into the night as they shared a kiss.

Kirk: But all good things must come to an end, and Wawanakwa was no exception. With only a few adults around to keep the island running afloat, it was only a matter of time before the inmates took charge, and when that happened, let's just say things got a bit out of hand.

Several pictures flashed onto the screen, revealing teens partaking in some of the wildest acts imaginable, including multiple fights between quarreling peers and fires to cabins.

Kirk: Eventually, Wawanakwa could no longer afford to be taken care of and was soon abandoned, left to rot in the decades to come, leaving nothing but ashes and memories.

Pause.

Kirk: Until today.

Closing up on the docks, viewers got their first true look at the man guiding us on this journey.

Kirk: My name is Kirk Abendale, and starting tonight, and for the next eight weeks, we're bringing the magic of Camp Wawanakwa back to Canada. We've gathered twenty-two campers, aged 16 through 18 to embark on the most unforgettable summer vacation of their lives.

Kirk then stood by one of the cabins.

Kirk: During this time, they'll have to learn how to live with another…

Out in the forest, a grizzly bear roared with all his might, bearing his claws for all to see.

Kirk: …ferocious wildlife…

As the bear glared at the camera, a dainty, orange-winged butterfly floated about before landing on the bear's noise. Any and all anger he showed dissipated as he stared at the creature, perplexed. Kirk then sat on one of the stumps, a large briefcase sitting beside him.

Kirk: …and brutal challenges, where by nightfall, one contestant will be forced to leave the competition. In the end, only one will be left standing and claim the ultimate prize of one million dollars.

Kirk held up the briefcase for all to see.

Kirk: Twenty-two contestants, eight weeks, one million dollars. Welcome to Wawanakwa. Welcome to Total…Drama…Island!

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(Intro, will be written for the season finale)

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After the intro, the camera panned toward the sky, the sun's ultraviolet rays shining through its lens. Looking down, the first of twenty-two boats set its course for Camp Wawanakwa. The boat itself was of high quality, decked out in a sleek red and white paint scheme, large enough to fit at least one person. A soft, deep voice narrates the following procedure.

Narrator: Here now is the first contestant of Total Drama Island, being taken by boat to Camp Wawanakwa, an abandoned island in the heart of Muskoka, Ontario. Each of the twenty-two contestants was told they would be staying at a resort. They have no idea what awaits them.

Back out at the docks, Kirk awaited for the first contestant to arrive, eyeing the ocean when he saw the boat. He smiled, waving to the contestant.

Kirk: Come on out, man!

Inside the boat was a tall, muscular man with spiky blonde hair, freckles, and a big grin on his face. His clothing harkened to the rural days, a simple gray tank top and black jacket with baggy pants. Before stepping out, he close: his eyes and takes a deep breath, and exhaled.

Mitch: Smells just like home.

Kirk: Welcome aboard, Mitch!

Mitch headed down the boat ramp, suitcase in hand.

Mitch: Well, howdy-do there, sir! It's a pleasure to be out in the open.

Mitch glanced towards Camp Wawankwa, an eyebrow raised.

Mitch: Is, er, that the resort?

Kirk shrugged.

Kirk: Give or take a few, yeah.

Mitch stared at the cabins for a second, then motioned towards Kirk's apologetic grin and begins walking towards the other side of the dock, mumbling to himself.

Mitch: Tain't nothing like it was in the brochure.

As Mitch took his place out on the docks, Kirk's smile boldened upon spotting the next boat.

Kirk: Here comes our next contestant, Stephanie!

As the second boat arrived, a girl slightly shorter than Mitch bounced on her toes, her curly brown hair swaying from side to side, her face lightened with a smile wide enough to light an entire city, her phone prevalent from the right pocket of her blue jacket as she waved to Kirk.

Stephanie: Hi, I'm Stephanie!

Stephanie skipped down the boat, maintaining her large grin when all of a sudden, she let out a gasp, her hands touching her cheeks as she looked up at Mitch.

Stephanie: Oh my gosh, I think I know him!

Mitch stared at Stephanie, his eyes widening as the girl rushed her way toward the country boy.

Stephanie: Were you on TV or something?

Mitch stood firm, frozen like a popsicle, sweating bullets as he gazed at Stephanie. The way her brown hair moved in the wind, her excitable smile, and her light, high-pitched voice brought about several pats inside his chest. What was this feeling? And why was it coming about now? Stephanie watched on, her bold grin morphing into a confused look as she observes Mitch's state.

Stephanie: Uh, are you okay?

Stephanie waved to Mitch.

Stephanie: Hello? Helloooooo?

After a few seconds, Stephanie sighed, her voice going flat as she turned around.

Stephanie: Oh well.

Stephanie walked away, leaving Mitch stuck in his trance. Back out on the docks, Kirk looked out at the open sea, spotting the third boat, carrying with it a girl with tanned skin and a smile just as big as Stephanie's.

Kirk: Christina, glad you could be here!

Christina skipped off the boat with a twinkle in her eyes.

Christina: But of course. How could you not be happy to be out embracing the wonders of Mother Earth?

Christina spun about, making boisterous hand gestures as she rambled on.

Christina: The warmth of the sun, the peace of the forest, the serenity of the ocean. It's all so…enthralling!

Christina sighed dreamily, clasping her hands close to her chest and beaming with pride.

Christina: I dedicate this stay of mine to nature and its protector, Gaia.

Kirk chuckled, smiling at Christina.

Kirk: That sounds great! Good luck with it.

Christina's smile cracked as she eyed Kirk with a hint of suspicion. She walked towards the rest of the contestants, keeping to herself all the while.

Kirk: Alright, next up is-

Percy: Never mind host man, I'll take it from here!

On the fourth boat was a tall, handsome, and very proud man, his hair slicked back as he wore a flashy suit. He sauntered his way down the boat ramp, flashing a confident smirk at his peers.

Percy: Percy's the name, law is the game. Either it's fair or you're a square!

Percy eyed Kirk, vigorously shaking his hand.

Percy: And I must say Kirk, I was very impressed by your offer to bring me in. You shaln't regret it, I'll say it now!

Percy glanced towards the summer camp, scratching his chin.

Percy: But I will have to file a complaint for false advertisement.

Kirk kept his smile tight, almost forced in a sense, his teeth gritted as he quietly spoke to him.

Kirk: Move along now.

Percy nodded, a cheeky grin forming as he patted Kirk on the shoulder.

Percy: Oh ho, evading from your faults, I see, you've got one heck of a future in crime, Sparky. Best of luck to ya!

As Percy made the walk toward the group, his eyes darted towards Stephanie as she futzed about with her phone.

Percy: Well, what do we have here? A fair maiden? A damsel in distress? A vengeful suitor?

Stephanie didn't look up at Percy, her eyes glued to her phone. Percy raised an eyebrow, muttering a quip to himself.

Percy: Or a mute, I see.

Percy maintained his jovial smile.

Percy: Well, what brings a fine young lady like yourself to this decrypted land of wonders and excitement?

Stephanie's mouth proceeded to curl into a smile as she started giggling incessantly, further baffling Percy.

Percy: What, what's so funny?

Stephanie wouldn't respond, still staring at her phone screen, laughing in her own amusement. Percy stood about, his eyebrows furrowed as his annoyance ramped up.

Percy: Spit it out woman, I need to know! Am I humorous to you?

Stephanie at that point stopped laughing and glanced up at Percy, blinking as her voice deflated into monotony.

Stephanie: No.

Percy blinked, pointing to himself as he shifted his eyes around the area.

Percy: Wha-me-I-

Percy glanced at Stephanie as her eyes retreated back to her phone, the childlike wonder slowly returning as she giggled to herself. Percy rerouted his phrasing, each word meticulously calculated to best represent the mood.

Percy: Well, I'm sorry to hear that my dear, but I couldn't help but notice you laughing hysterically.

Stephanie: I can tell you!

Percy paused, an eyebrow raised as his arms floated without purpose. Stephanie turns her phone over, showcasing a small cat in a faded blue leotard bumbling about to classical music.

Stephanie: I found this video of this kitty dancing ballet, it's really funny.

Mitch: Thank you!

Without warning, the southern boy's voice rang out of the docks, his drawl apparent as Stephanie and Percy glanced towards the no longer frozen man as he awkwardly stood, fiddling with his fingers.

Mitch: Uh, I mean um…I-I'm Mitch.

Percy waved at Mitch, walking towards him, Stephanie wandered along, in a distracted daze over her phone.

Percy: Ah, Mitchell, good to see you my friend!

Percy placed a friendly arm around Mitch's shoulder, eyes focused on him.

Percy: What brings you onto this isle of idioms and incompetence? Adventure, history, comradery, or maybe you're into a bit of rooooo-

It was around this moment Percy took his eyes off Mitch and onto the docks, his voice slowing to a crawl as he stared off into the distance, his voice purring with intrigue by what he found.

Percy: My my…

Stephanie looked up, bemused.

Stephanie: What, what is it?

The thing Percy had found was on the fifth boat, no ordinary thing at that either, as standing with hands behind her back was a girl whose tanned skin shone like a bronzed medallion, her smile small yet elegant. When she opened her eyes, they became portals to a hazel-like dream, her long hair flowing amongst the wind as she looked towards her fellow contestants. For their part, Mitch, Stephanie, and Percy all looked back, Stephanie, in particular, twinkling in her own enchantment.

Stephanie: Wooooow…

Mitch: I know right…

Kirk stood by, the boat reaching a complete stop as he motions towards the glittering girl of the hour.

Kirk: This is Andrea.

Kirk extended a hand out to Andrea, the Parisian girl accepting the gesture as she walked down the ramp.

Andrea: Thank you.

When Andrea's feet touched the docks, she looked toward the contestants and smiled.

Andrea: Hello, my name is Andrea Cadelli. Daughter of Antonio, world-renowned businessman.

Andrea curtsied to the group.

Andrea: A pleasure to meet you all.

Percy stepped forward, gently touching Andrea's left hand.

Percy: Well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes dearest Andrea?

Percy planted a kiss on Andrea's hand, a light giggle coming from her as she looked away, touching her right cheek.

Andrea: Oh my, what a gentleman you are!

Percy gazed at Andrea's eyes, his eyebrows wiggling as he laid on his Windy City charm.

Percy: Only the best for a jewel like yourself!

Andrea placed a hand on her chest, flashing a sultry grin towards Percy when…

Marino: Ms. Cadelli, where do you want me to put your suitcases?

A deep voice with a clear Italian accent pierced through. Andrea let go of Percy's hand, motioning towards the rest of the contestants.

Andrea: Leave them with the rest of the contestants, Marino, thank you.

Marino nodded, the well-dressed man, clearly older than the others (potentially his mid-40s) quickly made his way down the boat ramp, wheeling in Andrea's suitcase.

Marino: And you're certain your father does not mind you being here?

Andrea: Of course, Marino. I trust you will keep him company whilst I'm away?

Marino sat Andrea's suitcase alongside Christina, glancing back at Andrea.

Marino: Yes, Ms. Cadelli.

Andrea smirked, chuckling at Marino.

Andrea: You know, you don't have to be so formal. I do have a name.

Marino smiled back as turned toward the boat.

Marino: I know you do, Andrea. Good luck out there.

Andrea gave Marino a small embrace.

Andrea: Thank you, Marino.

Marino headed back onto the boat, waving to Andrea as he departed. As one boat left the scene, another slowly entered.

Kirk: Next up, it's Lyra!

Kirk motioned towards the boat, only to find…no one. Kirk's eyes darted at the vacant boat, then towards the contestants, all varying levels of perplexed at the big patch of nothing, outside of Stephanie who was busy admiring Andrea off in the distance.

Kirk: Err…Lyra!

Kirk's arms rocked towards the boat again, with still no response. His smile dissipated as the state of her nature slowly became prevalent. He took a few steps forward, his voice softening as he peered towards the boat.

Kirk: Lyra?

Finally, a pale girl wearing all black stepped out from hiding, clinging onto her backpack like a scared child, staring at Kirk with big, petrified eyes. Kirk speaks quietly, looking at Lyra.

Kirk: Listen, I know this is a bit of a change for you, Mom and Dad did say you don't get out much. So, if you need anything, just let me know and I'll be there.

Lyra glanced at Kirk and for a brief moment, she let out a smile and nodded.

Lyra: T-thank you…

Kirk stepped out, giving Lyra space to move. She gingerly walked down the ramp, taking several deep, calming breaths along the way as she looked up at everyone. Once on the docks, Lyra looks at everyone and waves, her soft voice barely noticeable.

Lyra: H-hi, I-I'm…I'm Lyra.

Stephanie looked up at Lyra, her loud, bright voice a clear contrast to Lyra's.

Stephanie: Hi Lyra!

Whatever confidence Lyra had immediately evaporated to fear as she jumped up, letting out a shriek as she clutched onto her backpack and ran away, hiding behind Mitch. Stephanie peered toward Mitch, concern pouring onto her face.

Stephanie: Was it something I said?

Mitch shrugged, wondering the exact same thing. Stephanie frowned, looking towards Mitch's back. At the same time, Lyra poked her head on the other side of Mitch, only for her eyes to come across Stephanie again. With her initial fear of the girl formulated, she let out another small yelp and hid behind Mitch again. Stephanie's lower lip trembled as she let out a solemn sigh and arched her back, again looking at the screen of her phone.

Ruby: Hello Wawanakwa!

Stephanie flinched, her head jolting upward as the sound of a peppy, bright, cheerful voice shot through. On the top of the boat ramp was a girl with long red hair, a red shirt, a lighter red skirt, and vermilion eyes, beaming brightly as she skips down and sings. Dreadfully.

Ruby: Total Drama, I'm gonna win! Total Drama, I got it on pin! Total Drama, it's not a sin, to wiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinnnn!

Ruby extended her arms, her voice hitting a crescendo on a high note, shrill enough to cause damage to anyone's eardrums. The only two people not covering their ears were Kirk, mainly because he had to be a professional host, and Mitch, who stared at Ruby's face as the warm fuzzy feeling returned.

Kirk: A wonderful show from our next contestant, Ruby!

Ruby struck a pose, flashing a teasing smirk at Kirk.

Ruby: You meant, Rose, right?

Kirk: Rose?

Ruby brushed her hair back, maintaining her chipper smile for Kirk.

Ruby: It's my singer's name. I'm gonna be touring the world once this is over!

Kirk: Well, let's hope you don't regret it!

Ruby: Thankies!

Ruby skipped down the dock without a care in the world, leaving Kirk by himself. With the camera still on, Kirk put a finger in his ear to check for any hearing damage when a breath of cold air permeated the area. Kirk's eyes would turn to a tall man with short black hair, a small stubble on his chin, and muted clothing staring back at him with an emotionless gaze.

Kirk: Luca! Welcome.

Luca looked out towards Camp Wawanakwa, then swapped focus to the other contestants. He nodded, walking towards them, standing alongside a still-conflicted Mitch. Lyra slowly peaked her head out and glanced up at Luca, clearly dwarfed by his presence. Luca motioned towards Lyra, watching as she shied away. He blinked, pondering over what happened, and sighed, staring out towards the next boat.

Kirk: Contestant number nine? Matt!

The difference in tone compared to Matt and Luca was night and day as a man with slicked-back hair, a tank top, and a red jacket stood by, snapping his fingers to a peppy jazz tune. When the boat stopped at the dock, Matt slid his way down the ramp and pointed at Kirk, flashing a cocky smile.

Matt: Aye, Kirky baby! How ya doin'?

Kirk: I'm doing good, thanks for asking!

Matt and Kirk exchange a fist bump.

Matt: I tells ya, ya made the right choice pickin' me. Da Matt is gonna turn you and dis show into real moneymakers!

As Matt boasted about his accomplishments, Kirk could only think; "Dude, this is literally our first day can you not?"

Matt: You just tell these wannabe Willies and Johnny-come-latelys out here to step outta d'way and I'll take care of da rest.

Matt winked at Kirk, clicking his tongue before strutting towards the other contestants. As he walked down, one thing caught his eye.

Matt: I see ya brought da ladies. Nice goin' slickster.

Matt gave a confident smirk as he walked up to Ruby and Christina, their reactions polar opposites, as Ruby stared at Matt with a bold, curious grin, whereas the flower child crossed her arms, turning her head in an attempt to avoid communication.

Matt: So tell me, what do you girls do for fun?

Ruby: I like singing!

Christina: I enjoy meditating and practicing yoga outside for Mother Earth.

Christina glared at Matt's leather jacket.

Christina: Though I see it's something you would have a hard time understanding.

Matt chuckled, patting Christina on the head.

Matt: Listen, flowah girl, I know everything there is t'know about the environment. For one thing, pollution is bad. So is literrin'!

Ruby giggled, standing closer to Matt.

Ruby: He's not wrong!

Christina rolled her eyes.

Christina: Oh please, that's superficial and obvious.

Matt: But it's true, and dat's what matters!

As Matt clicked his tongue, Christina rolled her eyes, staring at the phony greaser with discontent.

Christina: If either of you need me, I'll be soaking in the sun's rays.

As Christina walked off, Matt's eyes fully turned to Ruby as she huddled towards his body.

Matt: So, I see ya like the color red.

Ruby nodded, bouncing on her toes.

Ruby: Sure do!

Matt smirked, observing her wardrobe. All red, all the time.

Matt: I can see why, it brings da best outta you. Makes ya hot like fire.

Ruby gasped, her cheeks turning red as she clung onto Matt's arm.

Ruby: R-really?!

Matt: Yeah! Look, even ya face is gettin' in da spirit.

Ruby rocked back and forth.

Ruby: W-wow…

Matt watched as Ruby broke into a puddle of incessant giggles, his charisma having rubbed off on the aspiring singer. Before he could continue, however, another voice chimed in, also from the Big Apple, also a girl, but…

?: Aye, Matty, you done messin' around with that girl?

Matt's eyes widened, his jaw going agape as he stared out to the dock and finds a girl standing by the dock, arms crossed and with the biggest shit-eating grin you can find.

Kirk: You two know each other?

Phoebe: Yep, that's my dopey brother. Name's Phoebe.

Phoebe glanced at Ruby, a disapproving shake to her head as she continued on.

Phoebe: Word of advice, don't fall for him. The guy's a clown.

Ruby frowned as she let go of Matt's arm and stared at the dock, confused and disappointed.

Ruby: But I like clowns…

As Ruby grew pensive in her own thoughts, Matt stepped up to Phoebe, stammering about as his initial bravado was replaced with anger and shock.

Matt: Whoa whoa whoa whoa, hold tha phone! I thought you was goin' to spend the summer at some camp out in the open?

Phoebe smirked.

Phoebe: Yeah, but when I heard you was gonna be here, I figured I'd take a chance on it, and whaddya know? We both made it!

She patted Matt on the shoulder, getting up to his face.

Phoebe: And now I get ta kick ya ass and watch ya embarrass yourself on television! Isn't that great?

Matt gritted his teeth, gently pushing Phoebe aside.

Matt: You ain't gonna be feelin' too smug once I'm done here. Da Matt's got a million dollah paycheck comin' his way!

Phoebe shoved Matt as she made her way towards the other contestants.

Phoebe: Yeah, good luck with that, Matty.

Matt watched as Phoebe stepped toward the rest of the group, letting out a soft growl as he turned his face away from the others. An amused Kirk watched on, an eyebrow raised as Matt quietly cursed to himself.

Kirk: I bet family holidays are a blast.

Matt glared at Kirk, fists clenched as his voice took a monotone, sarcastic tone.

Matt: Yeah, totally.

With that, Matt took his leave, stepping towards the front of the pack.

Kirk: Well, I know I'm having a blast.

Kirk looked out towards the dock and nodded.

Kirk: Cause I see our next contestant!

Out on the eleventh boat, a girl with long, flowing blonde hair leaned on the boat railings, letting the wind take her curls wherever they'd wish to go. On her face was a pair of sunglasses, blocking out her eyes, her mouth wrapped into a cold frown. As the boat came to a halt, she pulled out her bag and nonchalantly sauntered down the boat ramp, the sun's rays creating a shine of light as she stared at the rest of the contestants. She takes off her glasses, revealing her dark-orange eyes, keeping an eye on each and every contestant…

And then, her lips curled into a smile as she gave a laidback wave.

Jenna: S'up?

Kirk: Jenna! How was the trip?

Jenna shrugged, pulling out a phone with a blue cover from her bag.

Jenna: Eh, it was a'ight. I don't see why you needed me to travel on my own though

Kirk: We spent a lot on boats.

Jenna glanced towards the large sign, then towards the camp, giving Kirk an unimpressed frown.

Jenna: Hey, what the fuck happened to the resort?

Kirk: This is the resort.

Jenna blinked, observing the summer camp again, with a disappointed expression. She sighed.

Jenna: Well, I guess it could be worse. Might get some enjoyment out of it.

Jenna picked up her phone, motioning it towards her face

Jenna: Speaking of which, you don't mind if I—

Kirk: Go on ahead.

Jenna: Sick, thanks.

Jenna proceeded to contort her lips into a duckface and took a photo. Once done, she examined the picture and sneered in disgust.

Jenna: Ew, gross.

As Jenna continued her search to find the perfect selfie, Stephanie watched on, her eyes entranced by the blonde girl.

Stephanie: Wow, she must have an Instagram account too…

As Stephanie considered rushing up to Jenna and asking to exchange Instagram account names,! Andrea lightly chuckled to herself, Phoebe listened on, her voice wrapt in confusion.

Phoebe: What's so funny?

Andrea smiled at Phoebe, composing herself.

Andrea: Oh, I think she's humorous.

Andrea motioned towards Jenna as she posed about in an attempt to find the right selfie.

Phoebe: Who? The girl with the phone?

Andrea nodded, clasping her hands and maintaining her grin, the genial tone of her voice betraying her words.

Andrea: It's adorable watching girls flaunt themselves, thinking they're better than what they are when the true queen is around.

Phoebe stared at Andrea's genuine smile before penciling her brows.

Phoebe: A'ight, you roll with that.

Phoebe muttered under her breath.

Phoebe: Ya fuckin' thot.

Andrea watched on, placing a finger under her chin as Jenna continued on. Now on the eighth selfie, Jenna examined the photo and nodded.

Jenna: Eh, that'll work. Besides, can't keep you guys on me forever!

Jenna snickered to herself as she types out a caption and posts her photo.

Kirk: Good timing, cause here comes our next contestant!

Jenna looked out towards the sea, her eyes widening as she spotted the person on the boat.

Jenna: Whoa…

The camera captured a pan-up shot of the next contestant to enter the show, a girl with long, slightly darker blonde hair than Jenna, white and red boots, a white skirt, a green shirt and a smirk that oozed pure confidence. As the boat comes to a complete stop, Cassandra places a hand on her hip and struts down the boat ramp before brushing her hair back and staring at an invisible camera. Thanks to the power of editing, the viewers watching at home can hear a whispery voice.

Voice: Cassandra…

Kirk nodded, impressed at the surefire nature of the model-like girl.

Kirk: Well, that's one way to make an entrance.

Cassandra's eyes turned towards Kirk and her initial confident, alluring demeanor morphed into a far more excitable one as she spoke at a million miles an hour.

Cassandra: Oh my gosh, I know right? I hoped it turned out really good! I wanted to do something that really captured me, or at least some part of me and I thought, hey why not think back to the time I won a beauty pageant?

Jenna raised her eyebrows, glancing at Cassandra.

Jenna: Oh sick, you won a beauty pageant?

Cassandra's smile shone proudly as she looked at Jenna.

Cassandra: Sure did! Won the Miss Muskoka pageant a couple years back.

Jenna grinned, impressed.

Jenna: Damn, good stuff. You're Cassandra, right?

Cassandra nodded.

Cassandra: Sure am! And you're—

Jenna: Jenna. Nice meeting you.

Cassandra: You too! And may I just add that your boots are so Cass-tastic, especially with the fur on the top.

Cassandra motioned toward Jenna's boots. In response, Jenna tilted her left knee into different angles, showcasing her boot for the fashionista.

Jenna: What? This? Eh, it's nothing. I got it at Target for a few dollars. Kind of a bargain, really.

Jenna smirked, pointing to Cassandra's jacket.

Jenna: That jacket though? That's sick.

Cassandra giggles, turning towards her back and brushing her hair to reveal her leather jacket in its full form.

Cassandra: Aaaw, thank you! I'm kind of a sucker for leather. It just speaks to me, y'know?

Jenna: Hell yeah.

Cassandra and Jenna exchange a fist bump as they make their way down the dock.

Jenna: Y'know think we're gonna get along just fine.

Cassandra: Oooh, I hope so!

As the two budding young fashionistas took their place among the docks, Andrea took a peak at them, her eyes scanning them from head to toe before furrowing her brows and squinting her eyes, lightly humming to herself.

Andrea: Hmm…

Yet another boat would enter the docks, containing not one but two contestants as a well-built man with dark skin and dark-colored clothing held the hand of a girl with a big smile as she took in all the sights and sounds.

Kirk: Our starry-eyed couple, Mustafa and Penny are here!

Mustafa raised an uncomfortable eyebrow at Kirk.

Mustafa: You know, you could have just introduced us without the couple part.

Penny giggled.

Penny: Oh, I'm sure it's fine. Besides, it's kinda cute!

Mustafa paused to think about this before letting out a sigh, gazing into Penny's eyes and smiling.

Mustafa: You're not wrong.

Mustafa let go of Penny's hand, stepping aside.

Mustafa: Ladies first.

Penny smirked at Mustafa as she made her way down the ramp.

Penny: Someone's a gentleman.

Mustafa rolled his eyes, picking up both his and her suitcases before walking down the ramp. His eyes took a peak at the camp, leaving more questions than answers. Penny's eyes meanwhile light up with excitement.

Mustafa: I'm assuming something happened with the resort?

Kirk: Actually, you're standing on it right now.

Mustafa: But—

Penny stood by Mustafa as the two proceeded to say the exact same line, one far more ecstatic than the other.

Mustafa and Penny: It's a summer camp.

Penny beamed on, about to launch out of her shoes.

Penny: Oh my gosh, I haven't been to one since I was in third grade.

Kirk: Sounds like you'll be right at home then!

Penny smiled at Kirk, shaking his hand.

Penny: I know I will. Not sure about Mustafa, though. He can be a bit picky at times.

Penny snuck a glance at Mustafa, her boyfriend hiding his face with his arms to forbid anyone from seeing his embarrassed blush.

Mustafa: Penny…

Penny snickered as she turned towards Mustafa, patting him on the back.

Penny: Alright, I'll stop messing with you. Just promise me you'll go into this with an open mind.

Mustafa lowered his arms and saw Penny's sincere smile and gave her a small grin back.

Mustafa: Anything for you, Penny.

Penny: Awesome.

Penny gave Mustafa a light peck on the cheek and extended a hand to him. As Mustafa grabbed onto her hand, he looked out toward the growing sea of bodies, one person in particular catching his eye.

Mustafa: Well, look at that.

Penny: What is it?

As Mustafa pointed towards the group, Penny moved her head forward to get a closer look before letting out a small gasp, her eyes capturing the sight of Andrea still in thought over Cassandra and Jenna.

Penny: No way.

Penny excitedly waved toward Andrea, raising her voice to garner her attention.

Penny: Hey Andrea!

Upon hearing Penny's voice, Andrea turned away from Cassandra and Jenna and looked out towards the front of the dock, her eyes shimmering upon spotting Penny and Mustafa.

Andrea: Penny! Mustafa!

Andrea ran up toward Penny and Mustafa glomping them with a big hug.

Andrea: Oh my gosh, I can't believe you guys are here!

Penny: I know, right?

Mustafa chuckled, giving Andrea a big smile.

Mustafa: Hey Andrea.

As the three friends continued their embrace, Stephanie stared at them, her eyes glued to their smiling faces. She put her phone in her pocket and walked up to Andrea, lightly tugging on her shirt.

Stephanie: Do you guys know each other?

Andrea nodded eagerly, unable to contain her excitement.

Andrea: Yes, these are my best friends!

Andrea let go of Penny and Mustafa, giving them space to introduce themselves to Stephanie.

Penny: Hey, I'm Penny.

Penny waved to Stephanie before pointing to Mustafa.

Penny: And this is my boyfriend Mustafa!

Mustafa shook Stephanie's hand, giving her a polite smile.

Mustafa: A pleasure to meet you.

Stephanie's pursed lips wilted into a frown as she lowered her head and jolted her hand away from Mustafa.

Stephanie: Oh, I see.

Penny and Mustafa eyed each other, noting the change in Stephanie's expression as she walked away from the group. As Stephanie made her way back to the group, she slumped her shoulders and picked up her phone. On her screen was a profile picture of another girl. one with light brown hair, freckles and, curiously, a whole mess of stickers. She pressed on the screen, revealing a picture involving herself, her friend and two guys inside a school cafeteria, one carrying a guitar and one clearly hiding behind Stephanie. She sighed, speaking in a small, quiet voice.

Stephanie: I wish you guys were here.

Stephanie lightly touched the screen with the tip of her finger toward the sticker-claddened girl

Stephanie: Especially you, Annie.

Stephanie let out a long, deep sigh as she stared at the picture.

?: Hey Stephanie!

Stephanie blinked, turning her phone off and looking up, the twinkle in her eyes returning as her jaw dropped to the proverbial ground. On the next boat was the same girl with freckles, wearing her finest beret to match her outfit.

Stephanie: Annie!

Stephanie put her phone in her jacket pocket and ran up to Annie as she came down the boat ramp.

Stephanie: Annie, Annie, Annie!

Upon reaching the docks, Annie would be lifted up by Stephanie, squeezed into a monstrous bear hug by her best friend.

Stephanie: You're here, you're really here!

Annie wriggled her head as much as she could, the vice grip of Stephanie low-key suffocating her.

Annie: Yep, I'm here!

Annie let out a few coughs, giving Stephanie a cue to put her friend down. Upon regaining her footing, Annie watched as her friend bounced up and down on her toes, flapping her hands like a human bird.

Stephanie: Aaah, this is so crazy, I thought you were taking a summer job!

Annie: I was, but when I heard you were gonna be here, I just had to sign up! Gotta be there for my bestie.

Stephanie placed a hand on her chest.

Stephanie: Aaaaw Annie…

Annie looked over towards the rest of the group, her eyebrows raised as she examined each contestant, she whispered to Stephanie.

Annie: Oooh, look at all the people.

Stephanie: I know, right?

Annie giggled.

Annie: I should introduce myself.

Stephanie nodded rapidly.

Stephanie: Yeah, totally!

With that, Annie stepped forward, strutting in front of Stephanie and smiling at the rest of the contestants.

Annie: Hi—

But before Annie could get going, Stephanie ran up to her, speaking rapidly and excitedly.

Stephanie: This is my best friend, Annie. We've known each other since kindergarten!

Annie stumbled back, her composure rattled by Stephanie's sudden introduction as she stifled a giggle. Stephanie looked towards Annie, breaking into a sheepish grin.

Stephanie: S-Sorry Annie.

Annie: No, that was great!

Annie placed a hand on Stephanie's shoulder, smirking at her.

Annie: Besides, that was the perfect opportunity to introduce our friendship to everyone watching at home!

Annie waved to the camera, filled to the gills with charisma.

Annie: What's up Annie Posse?

As Annie blew a kiss to the public, Stephanie looked out toward the camera, waving both her hands in a more frantic manner.

Stephanie: Hiiiii!

Stephanie let out a few giggles, causing Annie in turn to start chuckling. As the two laughed among one another, Andrea glanced at Penny as she scratched her chin.

Andrea: What's an Annie Posse?

Penny shrugged.

Penny: Must be a friend thing they've got.

Andrea smiled, watching as Stephanie and Annie shared one last hug before making their way to the others.

Andrea: It sounds nice.

Penny: Yeah, it does.

With the friend bonding moments now in the past, the attention now turned to the next contestant, a well-kept guy with an abnormally large smile on his face.

Kirk: And now, our next contestant, Quentin!

Upon spotting Kirk, Quentin proceeded to sound out the sign-on to most Windows computers from the mid-to-late 2000s before stiffly waving at Kirk.

Quentin: Hello sir, I am Quentin Quigley, your personal human computer.

Kirk stared at Quentin, hand covering his chin as he nodded.

Kirk: Uh huh. And—

Quentin: I respond to your every command. Just tell me what to do and I will complete it.

Kirk: Okay, can you walk off the boat?

Quentin gave Kirk a thumbs up, slowly walking down the boat ramp.

Quentin: Is there anything else I can do for you?

Kirk took another glance at Quentin, his unflinching green eyes forcing the host to crease back, his eyes darted toward the growing group of contestants, pointing towards them.

Kirk: You can go stand by these guys, that'll be all.

Quentin: Consider it done!

As Quentin jogged up to the other contestants, Kirk lowered his head, masking his face with a hand as he silently pondered why in God's name they picked this goofball to be on the cast before the low groan of the next boat blared out. Kirk looked out towards the boat as the soundings of Fall Out Boy played on a small radio. On the boat was a tall man with warm skin, a red jacket adoring him as he headbanged to the tune of Uma Thurman. When the boat stopped, the charismatic young man walked off the boat, a chill smile directed towards Kirk.

Dante: Yo, Kirk! My man.

Kirk: Dante, welcome!

Dante and Kirk exchanged a fistbump.

Dante: Thanks dude, I saw you on 365, good stuff!

Kirk: Thanks!

Dante's eyes shifted towards the summer camp, playfully wincing as he did.

Dante: Oof, guess that resort didn't pan out.

Kirk: Actually—

Before Kirk could finish his statement, Dante patted him on the shoulder.

Dante: Hey, it's alright bro. Don't worry about that resort, I'm sure we'll make the most out of this summer camp.

Jenna: Yo, Dante!

It's around this time Jenna stepped forward, waving a hand towards Dante's direction. He glanced over towards the dock and smirked.

Dante: Well, I'll be damned.

Dante sauntered to the other side, catching a better glimpse of Jenna.

Dante: Jenna McDermott, queen of Albany High.

Jenna smirked, lightly patting Dante's jacket.

Jenna: Dante Monterez III, football and hockey king of Albany High. Don't get many opportunities to talk to fellow high school royalty.

Dante chuckled.

Dante: Well maybe you oughta stop by to watch the Eagles drop a forty on a team.

Jenna put her hands behind her back.

Jenna: I know, I know, but volleyball and lacrosse got me pretty tied up right now. Besides, I bet all those cheerleaders keep your hands full anyway.

Dante feigned his disappointment.

Dante: That's a shame, we could always use another girl like yourself on the sidelines. Could give some of the boys motivation.

Jenna smirked, flirtatiously winking at Dante.

Jenna: What, little ol' me?

Dante brushed back his short hair, before flexing one of his muscles.

Dante: Damn, kinda makes me wish I wasn't swamped with sports or debate club. Bet the girls in volleyball would go crazy for this gun show.

By that point, Jenna could no longer keep the flirting charade going and breaks into raucous laughter. It wasn't long until Dante followed suit.

Jenna: For real, man. Stoked you could be here.

Dante: Same, glad to finally get an opportunity to know you better.

The two popular kids exchanged a fistbump, standing by each other as the next boat reached the dock. On said boat was a girl with short black hair, looking away from the docks as she muttered to herself.

Angela: Okay, be yourself Angie, you got this. You're not gonna let the pressure get to you or anything.

Kirk waved to Angela as the boat came to a halt.

Kirk: Hey Angela!

With her concentration shaken, Angela jolted her head up and turned to face the group, her eyes widening upon seeing the amount of people now lined up at the docks. She clasped her hands, the sweat slowly coming down her forehead as she stared at the others and mumbled out loud.

Angela: W-wow…a lot of people here…

After standing about like a fool for a few seconds, Angela waved to the group, nervously smiling at the others.

Angela: Hi, um, I'm Angela.

As Angela stared out to the others, Jenna's voice chimed back.

Jenna: Yo, Angie!

Angela's eyes peered out towards Jenna, a big smile on her face as she waved to her. Feeling a sense of comfort, Angela broke out a smaller grin and took her first step on the boat ramp. Then, disaster. Angela proceeded to slip, losing her grip as she slid back first from the ramp to the dock. Kirk watched, wincing as Angela fell.

Kirk: Ooooh, that's gonna be on YouTube in the morning.

Jenna gasped, shooting a sharp glare toward Kirk before she rushed up to Angela.

Jenna: You alright?

Jenna extended a hand to Angela, watching as her face turned beet red.

Angela: Y-yeah, t-thanks…

Jenna stood close to Angela, helping get her situated when a soft, yet clearly judgmental British voice cleared their throat.

?: I presume I've missed comedy hour with the common folk?

Jenna looked out toward the boat, glaring at the next person to join the group, a girl with red eyes, a ponytail, an elegant style of wardrobe, and a thoroughly unamused frown.

Kirk: I see you've met our next camper, Ileana!

Ileana walked down the boat ramp, exchanging a sneer at Kirk.

Ileana: In no way, shape or form did I acquiesce to several weeks of tomfoolery and inadequacy at a summer camp.

Jenna jumped in between Kirk and Ileana, arms crossed as she glared at Ileana.

Jenna: Newsflash, honey, you did. And a word of advice? Don't be talking shit you can't cash back.

Ileana stared at Jenna with an icy gaze.

Ileana: If you think I'm going to dignify your inelegant ramblings, you're sorely mistaken.

Ileana turned her attention toward Kirk.

Ileana: In fact, I'll be taking my leave. I refuse to damper my reputation by aligning myself with these hooligans.

Kirk nodded.

Kirk: Alright, but I hope you can swim.

Kirk motioned toward the front of the dock to Ileana. As she watched the boat sail away, Ileana let out a defeated sigh.

Ileana: Very well then.

As Ileana and Kirk finished their short exchange, Stephanie, Annie, and Matt watched on, Annie whispering to Stephanie.

Annie: Boy, someone's got a stick up her butt.

Stephanie: No kidding.

Matt smirked, pointing to himself.

Matt: Aye, I bet I could help her out.

Stephanie glanced up at Matt, her eyebrows penciled as she stared at the wannabe greaser.

Stephanie: I mean, you can try.

Matt: Oh, but I will.

As Ileana made her way toward the very front of the group, her eyes would come across Matt, a coy smirk planted on his face.

Matt: So, I hear ya da English rose around dese here parts?

Ileana observed Matt's face, the sleaze oozing from his eyes to his mouth as she furrowed her brows, staring up at Matt and giving him a glare.

Ileana: Never refer to me in that nature again.

Matt stepped back, raising his arms in defense.

Matt: Whoa, hey, relax, I'll settle down.

Ileana: Good, because you are not to converse with me for as long as we remain in this environment. Is that understood?

Now sweating bullets, Matt nervously nodded, his arms visibly trembling as he stammered about.

Matt: Y-Yes m'am. R-Right away m'am.

As Matt ran back to the rest of the group, Ileana cracked her first smile of the day.

Ileana: Splendid.

Ileana turns around, facing the other side of the dock. Behind her back. Phoebe eyed Ruby, motioning towards Matt and smirked, rolling her finger around her head, making the cuckoo taunt. Ruby giggled in response.

Kirk: Alright, at the homestretch everyone!

Stephanie glanced up, ready to see the next contestant when all of a sudden, she let out a gasp. Annie watched as Stephanie's body froze, anticipating the newest arrival.

Annie: What. What is it?

Stephanie tugged at Annie's jacket, pointing towards the boat. Annie would soon break into a gasp of her own, and for good reason as on the boat was a mountain of a man, taller than any other contestant before him. As motivational rock music played in the background, Sylvester tore off his jacket, revealing his toned muscles, complete with depth and ripples. As for the people on the dock, most could only stop and stare at the impressive specimen, some out of shock for his mere size (Matt, Dante and Mustafa), others because of their amazement over his look (Stephanie, Annie, and Ruby). For a first demonstration of his strength, Sylvester picked up his suitcase, bench-pressing it multiple times with ease. Once Sylvester was done, he dropped the suitcase down to the boat and walked off.

Kirk: Wicked show of strength, Sylvester!

Sylvester glanced at Kirk and smiled, his voice deep yet jovial.

Sylvester: Hey, thanks man! Work very hard on it.

Sylvester grabbed onto Kirk's hand, shaking it profusely, blissfully unaware of Kirk's winces as he observed the area.

Sylvester: Woah, we must be summer camping. I like that!

It was around that time a certain someone who had been staring at awe of Sylvester could no longer contain herself, amazed and transfixed by his appearance, Annie broke out into a big grin and spoke in a loud voice.

Annie: Whoa, who brought the hunk sandwich?!

The very moment those words left Annie's mouth, everything came to a screeching halt, the focus now turning to Annie as she glanced back at the others. Matt and Dante were busy snickering to themselves, Jenna and Angela looked at her, baffled by what just happened and Stephanie stood by, shaking her head. Upon seeing Stephanie's disapproval, Annie's cheeks turned bright red as she hid her head under her shirt. Sylvester let go of Kirk's hand, looking at Annie and Stephanie, amused.

Sylvester: I never heard of hunk sandwich. Is easy to make?

Stephanie peered towards Annie, now a crimson mask of embarrassment before turning to Sylvester.

Stephanie: I think she meant that you were the hunk sandwich.

Sylvester: Oh, I see. I don't get, but I see.

Kirk chuckled as best he could as he tended to his hand.

Kirk: Sounds nice man, now move along.

Sylvester: Oh, can I shout someone first?

Kirk: Go ahead.

Sylvester smiled, waving to the camera.

Sylvester: Yo Adrian, I made it!

As Sylvester walked over to the other side of the dock, Kirk watched on as the other girls, mainly Ruby and Cassandra watched on, admiring his mere presence. "If that kid doesn't wind up winning the season, I'll find a hat and eat it." He thought to himself before turning toward the ocean, the penultimate boat arriving.

Kirk: Here comes Maddie!

On the boat was a rather unassuming figure pulling up her glasses, giving a pleasant smile to the other contestants. She walked off the boat with her backpack and waved to the others.

Maddie: Hi, you must be the others! I'm Maddie.

Quentin hopped into view, shaking Maddie's hand.

Quentin: Hello, Maddie. I am Quentin Quigley, your personal human computer!

Taken aback at first by the unusual nature of Quentin, Maddie broke back into her prior grin.

Maddie: Nice to meet you Quentin. I hope we can be friends at some point!

Stephanie walked up to Maddie, waving at her.

Stephanie: I like your glasses!

Maddie glanced at Stephanie and grinned back.

Maddie: Aw, thank you Stephanie. I really like your jacket!

Stephanie glanced at her jacket, tugging at the fabric before breaking into a giggle, speaking in a sing-song like tone.

Stephanie: Thank you!

As the other twenty contestants stood about, either vibing to themselves or conversing with one another, Mitch stood firm towards the back of the group, hands clasped together as his eyes darted about, first observing Luca as he stood idly by. Then towards Ruby as she had her eyes closed, lightly humming to herself. Mitch couldn't help but stay locked onto the red-haired girl as she swayed about without a care in the world. She just seemed so beautiful and innocent. In fact, the more Mitch thought about it, the more he realized all the girls here were remarkable, in their own different way. And the more he thought about that, the more he asked himself. "Is there someone out there for me?"

Kirk: Alright everyone! Our final boat is nearing the dock.

Mitch looked up upon hearing Kirk's announcement, awaiting the arrival of contestant twenty-two. Upon spotting the, for the first time, his eyes widened and his jaw went agape, the entire world around him slowing to a crawl as he saw the final arrival. She was a tall girl with long, brown hair and eyes and sported a soft, gentle smile as she clasped her hands by her lap.

Kirk: This is Kylie.

As Kirk motioned toward Kylie, she gave a small wave.

Kylie: Hello.

The longer Mitch stared at Kylie, the deeper he fell into a trance. Her long, flowing brown locks, her warm smile and her soft, Irish-accented voice being more than enough to get his heart racing. As Kylie sauntered down the boat ramp, Jenna and Angela waved out to her.

Jenna: Yo, Kylie!

Kylie glanced toward Jenna and Angela, her face lighting up as her slow walk became a brisk jog.

Kylie: Jenna, Angela!

Kylie rushed up to Jenna and Angela, giving them a hug.

Angela: Hey Kylie! Glad to see you.

Kylie: You too!

Jenna: Gotta admit, I didn't think you were coming.

Kylie shook her head.

Kylie: No, but then I heard you guys were going to be here and I figured it'd be worth a shot.

Jenna patted Kylie on the shoulder.

Jenna: Hey, the more, the merrier!

Kylie let out a small giggle before her eyes turned towards the back of the dock, staring at a still very much in a trance Mitch. She tapped Angela's shoulder, pointing towards him.

Kylie: Who's this guy?

Angela's eyes turned toward Mitch, scratching her chin.

Angela: I dunno. I never saw him until now.

Kylie: I'm gonna talk to him.

Angela: Okay!

Kylie skipped up to Mitch, wandering through the various bodies, quietly saying "Excuse me" all the way. As this was going on, Mitch began to tremble violently to himself, his heart beating ever faster as he came to terms with his newfound fixation, especially as she walked closer to him.

Kylie: Hello!

And there she was, the girl that caught Mitch's eye now standing right in front of her. Mitch looked down at Kylie, right hand clung onto his left arm, anxiously shifting his eyes around before glancing back at Kylie.

Kylie: I'm Kylie, what's your name?

Mitch stammered about, once again shooting her eyes around the area before taking another glance at Kylie, her eyes shimmering about as her grin remained prevalent the whole time she'd stood firm, which admittedly had only been a few seconds, but the moment Mitch locked onto Kylie, it was as if a weight had been lifted off his shoulders.

Mitch: E-Er…I-I'm Mitch.

Kylie giggled at Mitch.

Kylie: That's a cute name, Mitch. I hope we can be friends!

Mitch: Erm…y-yeah, s-sure.

Mitch's lips curled into a smile, his body relaxed after finally being introduced to Kylie. As he looked into Kylie's eyes, that warm, burning sense Mitch felt earlier was replaced with a sense of calmness, serenity and peace. Out in the open, however, Andrea stood by, vibing to herself when her eyes snuck a glimpse at Mitch blushing profusely, Kylie standing by him. As soon as Andrea saw that, she again furrowed her brows and squinted at them.

Andrea: Hmmm…

Kirk stood by the edge of the dock, holding a camera.

Kirk: Alright, I need everyone at the end of the dock to come together. We need a group photo of everyone for promo purposes.

The group of twenty-two would soon rush over to the middle of the dock without pause or delay. As Kirk walked up the boat ramp to capture a bird's eye view of the cast the producers ensembled, the nature of their personalities remained prevalent. Lyra stood by Luca, barely showing her face among the sea of bodies. In fact, much of the taller members of the crowd (Luca, Mitch, Dante, Cassandra and Stephanie) stayed in the back, giving credence to those smaller than them. At the front, Angela and Jenna sat together, holding each other's hands. Ruby wrapped her around Percy's shoulder, carrying a big smile. Andrea meanwhile sat on her knees, Penny and Mustafa placing a hand on both shoulders. Kirk backed himself up, ready to give the picture that would cement this group as potential TV stars.

Kirk: Everyone say, Wawanakwa!

All Contestants: Wawanakwa!

With that, Kirk took his snapshot and hopped off the boat. Lucky for him, and everyone else, the dock didn't break.

Kirk: Okay, perfect! Now everyone, follow me. It's time for us to take a tour of the island.

A few minutes later, the contestants would converse on a small makeshift elimination area, complete with eleven stumps that were once trees, a small fireplace with large gray rocks forming a circle, and a stand for Kirk to speak. Flanking him were two more people, one taller, one shorter, both wearing traditional camp counselor gear, including a cap, a gray shirt and camo shorts.

Kirk: This is Wawanakwa, once a hot camping destination for well-to-do young adults to hang out and spread time with one another, it now serves as your home for the next eight weeks.

Kirk motioned around the area.

Kirk: Here's how it works. Every three days, you'll be given a challenge to do. Win, and you're guaranteed safety. Lose, and you meet here to decide one another's fate. At the end of the night, one camper will be sent home, forced to walk the dock of shame, and catch the Boat of Losers.

Kirk turned towards the dock area, now accompanied by a smaller, more rickety-looking boat that clearly hasn't been painted in some time.

Kirk: Any questions?

Maddie raised his hand, her eyebrows raised in concern.

Maddie: Excuse me, Is this safe?

Kirk nodded.

Kirk: It should be. Rented it out for a few hundred dollars.

Maddie's eyes glanced toward the boat, an air of uneasiness floating around. Angela raised her hand next.

Angela: Uh, who are those guys standing right by you?

Kirk: I'm glad you asked! This is Jack and Roosevelt, your camp counselors.

Jack waved to the campers while Roosevelt stood firm, arms crossed as observed them.

Roosevelt: We serve as Kirk's right hand men, and the direct authority when he isn't around.

Jack: We're in charge of taking care of you guys and making sure everything is to your liking.

Kirk: They also will be representing the teams! Jack for Team A, Roosevelt for Team B. We'll be unveiling those after the tour. Now-

Before Kirk could move on, Snnie raised her hand, bouncing up and down on her seat.

Annie: Ooh, ooh, ooh! I have a question.

Kirk: Yes, Annie?

Annie clasped her hands together, nervously looking towards Kirk.

Annie: Can I be on a team with Stephanie?

Stephanie gasped, smiling at Kirk.

Stephanie: Ooh, yeah, can we?

Kirk blinked.

Kirk: Uh, we'll see.

Annie clenched her fist in celebration.

Annie: Yes!

Stephanie and Annie proceeded to high-five each other. A few minutes later, the contestants would find themselves inside a small school-styled cafeteria, complete with green and brown colored walls, two tables, and a large menu, At the front of the kitchen are several trays worth of brownies and cinnamon rolls.

Kirk: This is the cafeteria, where you'll meet every morning, noon and night for a meal from our award-winning chef, Mr. Ernie Campbell.

A tall, dark-skinned guy smiled at the group, motioning toward the brownies and rolls. A radio stands by the checkout area.

Ernie: We got welcoming gifts for y'all!

A crash roared through not long after as Ernie hopped up to his feet and cocked his head both ways, maintaining a defensive position. A girl with long blonde hair and an apron stumbled up to Ernie, a sheepish smile on her face.

Sidney: Sorry about that, you wouldn't believe how many pots and pans there are in those counters.

Sidney dusted herself off, smiling to the confused crowd and pointing to herself.

Sidney: My name's Sidney Brack and I'm responsible for the brownies!

Sidney put an arm around Ernie's shoulders and smiled.

Sidney: This guy here, he's got you rolled-up and ready to rock out with some tunes! Enjoy.

The contestants clamor about into different groups. Some immediately flocked toward the brownies or the cinnamon rolls, while others like Luca, Lyra, Percy, and Mustafa stayed behind. Percy pat Mustafa on the shoulder, giving a wry smirk.

Percy: Boy, I tell you, these are some fancy feet we've got here!

Mustafa blinked, taken aback by the sudden gesture from Percy.

Mustafa: What does that mean?

Percy: It means there are multiple people that are jumping into the action all willy-nilly.

Lyra glanced at Percy, her voice barely audible as she began stammering.

Lyra: U-um, e-excuse me, P-Percy, is it?

Percy raised an eyebrow, moving his head closer towards Lyra.

Percy: What say?

Lyra's eyes shifted from Percy to the floor multiple times, nervously tugging on her hands.

Lyra: I um…I d-don't t-think there's any r-real meaning behind…uh-

Percy scratched his head.

Percy: I'm sorry, did you hear something, or is my mind playing tricks?

Mustafa shrugged.

Mustafa: Don't look at me.

With Percy's attention now reverted towards Mustafa, Lyra let out a defeated sigh.

Lyra: Never mind.

Lyra closed her eyes, her expression pensive as she hid herself under her sweater. Luca meanwhile stood firm, stoic as he examined each contestant garnering food as if he were analyzing their potential in the game, the bonds they would make and or share with others. Meanwhile, with the brownies, Angela took her first bite into one…and her face began to contort into unusual shapes, the taste itself being indescribable, so I'm not even going to attempt it. Angela eyed Sidney, the woman responsible for the bastardized brownies, a light cough coming through.

Angela: H-hey uh, you're Sidney, right?

Sidney grinned, nodding at Angela.

Sidney: Sure am! Whatcha need, sweetie?

Angela shifted her eyes toward the brownie, wondering how she was going to break it to Sidney without hurting her feelings. She glanced towards her face, the twinkle in her eyes still prevalent.

Angela: Um…c-can I have the recipe for your brownies?

Sidney smirked, wagging her finger.

Sidney: Ah ah ah! It's a secret recipe.

Angela faked a smile, tightly clenching her brownie.

Angela: Oh, sweet, uh, I get you! Masterchefs don't share secrets with customers.

She laughed nervously, Sidney chuckled back.

Sidney: Oh, I'm not a masterchef, that's Ernie.

Sidney motioned to Ernie as he was in the middle of handing out rolls. Sidney then pointed to herself, speaking with all the pride in the world.

Sidney: I am however the world's best baker! Why, I've been in so many baking competitions, it's hard to know where to begin.

As Sidney began to ramble on about her allegedly illustrious baking career, Angela turned away, walking on her tip-toes to the nearest trash can to throw away her brownie, only to find…

Ileana: Excuse you.

…A thoroughly unamused Ileana staring right back at her. Angela stepped back, her arms raised in defense.

Angela: Uh, I can explain.

Ileana: Please do.

With the sweat slowly forming in her forehead, Angela spoke at a brisk pace.

Angela: I was uh, I was going to throw this brownie away. Didn't really taste that good to be honest.

Ileana folded her arms.

Ileana: I see.

Angela laughed nervously, briefly eyeing Ileana's unflinching glare before spotting the brownie in her hand.

Angela: I see you're doing the same thing! Gosh, uh, what a coincidence, I uh…I guess we have similar tastes.

Ileana: And yet you felt this excused you from waiting your turn?

Ileana walked towards the trash can.

Ileana: If you were paying any sort of attention, which given your lack of awareness, I doubt, you would have cognized that I was present before you for the same reasons.

Ileana would soon plop her brownie in the trash can, icey red eyes transfixed on Angela all the while.

Ileana: Now, you may expel your brownie.

Angela remained frozen in place for a few seconds, unsure of how to react. Ileana sighed.

Ileana: That means throw it away.

Angela blinked, everything clicking together, anxiously laughing.

Angela: Oh, yeah, right, I knew that!

Angela hustled over to the trash can, throwing the tattered remains of her squished brownie away.

Angela: There!

Angela glanced up at Ileana, watching as she still had that sour glare on her face

Angela: What?

Angela paused for a few seconds letting out a gasp.

Angela: Oooh, right, I forgot to introduce myself. Sorry, sorry.

Angela broke out into a smile, extending her hand for Ileana.

Angela: I'm Angela.

Ileana stared at Angela's hand, all covered in brownie crumbs and chocolate. Her lips curled into a sneer.

Ileana: Ileana. If I may make a recommendation, it would be beneficial for you to wash your hands upon having touched filth. Makes you less of a mutt that way.

With that, Ileana turned on her heel and sauntered off, leaving Angela all by herself. She furrowed her brow, lightly kicking the floor as she muttered to herself.

Angela: Yeah, but that won't stop you from acting like a—

Ruby: CINNAMON ROOOOLLL!

That loud bray impersonating as a note was enough for Angela to jump into the air, clenching her chest in the process. Angela turned her head over, spotting Ruby, Dante, Cassandra and Ernie. Dante and Cassandra stood back, watching as Ruby danced about with her cinnamon roll, again partaking in an off-pitch tune.

Ruby: Cinnamon roll, I love yoooou, you're cinnamony awesomeness, this is true! With all your curls in a spiral, it makes my heart go viral viral viral!

Ruby bounced around in a circle, breaking out into a giggling fit as Ernie clapped.

Ernie: Oooh girl, you got some energy to ya! You trying out for American Idol?

Ruby shook her head.

Ruby: No, but I should! I bet it'd be so much fun.

Cassandra lightly clapped.

Cassandra: Ooh yeah, totally! Plus, you'd stand out from the rest of the pack.

Ruby gasped, placing her free hand on her left cheek.

Ruby: Really?!

Cassandra nodded, motioning toward Ruby's outfit.

Cassandra: Sure thing! I can tell that red is totes your color!

Ruby smirked at Cassandra.

Ruby: Oh, it's not just a color.

As Ruby flipped her hair back, she broke out into another bit of singing. This time a run.

Ruby: It's a lifestyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyllllllleeee!

Ernie hooted and hollered out, raucously clapping his hands.

Ernie: That's right, girl. You slay those notes like the queen you are!

Dante and Cassandra clapped as well, more reserved than Ernie.

Dante: Dude's got a point, you're rocking it right now.

Beaming with enthusiasm, Ruby strutted over to Dante, grabbing onto the collar of his shirt.

Ruby: Oh, sweetie, if you think I'm stopping here, I'm just getting started. I'm gonna be the envy of every pop artist in America!

Ruby let go of Dante's shirt, brushing her hair back and extending her arms.

Ruby: First cafeterias, then auditoriums, then the world!

Ruby skipped off, again engaging in one of her songs. As Ruby faded out into the distance, Quentin stiffly made his way toward Dante.

Quentin: Excuse me, I could not help but hear a dying cat on the premises. Would you care to comment on it?

Dante chuckled, patting Quentin on the head.

Dante: Sorry computer dude, not gonna be much use for this one!

As Dante touched Quentin's head, he made several dinging noises. By this point, Kirk had cleared his throat.

Kirk: Attention campers, finish your snacks and get washed up, we're continuing our tour in five!

From there, the contestants would all be set in a group, congregating over, of all things, a port-a-potty .

Andrea: Please tell me that is not where we are to do our business.

Kirk: No, this is our confessional!

CONFESSIONAL

Kirk: You'll be using this area to air out all your inner secrets regarding either yourself or your fellow contestants!

STATIC

Angela: Let's see, so far today, I've slipped down a boat, tasted a rancid brownie and I got scolded by this Ileana girl, all because I held that stupid thing for too long.

Angela sighed, covering her face with her hands.

Angela: Yeah, this is gonna be a long summer.

STATIC

Christina sat on the seat, legs crossed and eyes closed as she addressed the confessional.

Christina: I must say, this is quite the cozy interior for meditating on life.

Christina sighed, a small frown growing in her face.

Christina: It's just a shame Mother Earth would not be able to see it. Oh well, I suppose it will do.

STATIC

Phoebe: Okay, so far? This all kinda sucks. But 'ey, it'll all be worth it if I knock Matty down a peg or two. Just you watch, it'll be a cinch!

STATIC

Ileana attempted to sit down, shuddering as she did.

Ileana: This is most certainly not sanitary.

Ileana glanced in both directions, her pupils starting to widen.

Ileana: And also a little cramped…

Ileana gulped, visibly trembling as she clasped onto her hands.

Ileana: Oh dear, I think the claustrophobia is seeping in…

STATIC

Annie would sit on the confessional's seat, putting on lipstick as she did, not minding her business when her eyes caught the invisible camera. Annie put the lipstick down, staring in sheer confusion.

Annie: What?

END CONFESSIONAL

Kirk and the contestants would stand before the four cabins, wood-crusted buildings complete with stairs, windows, and comfortable beds for all. Jack and Roosevelt stood by the cabins, complete with rolled banners.

Kirk: And finally, here are your cabins! These will be your living quarters for the next eight weeks. One for the guys, one for the girls.

Maddie nodded, mumbling to herself.

Maddie: Makes sense to me.

Kirk smiled, clasping his hands together.

Kirk: Now then, I think it's time to create our teams. If I call your name, come stand by Jack!

Jack put his hands behind his back, flashing a grin towards the contestants.

Kirk: Andrea…

Andrea skipped over towards Jack, flashing a humble grin. As she did, Jack broke out into a blush.

Kirk: Mustafa…

Mustafa nodded, jogging over to Andrea.

Kirk: Kylie…

Kylie walked by, whispering to Angela and Jenna.

Kylie: See you soon.

Angela and Jenna waved to Kylie as she made her to Jack's corner.

Kirk: Percy…

Percy snapped his fingers, strutting over to his new group.

Kirk: Maddie…

Maddie walked over without much fanfare.

Kirk: Cassandra…

Cassandra pumped her fist to the air as she skipped over to her team.

Kirk: Angela…

Angela blinked, genuinely surprised over not being the last one picked.

Kirk: Ileana…

Ileana smirked, walking over to her team. As Ileana did so, Angela glanced toward the sophisticated girl and gasped, running past her and toward her new team. Ileana simply gave Angela an annoyed scowl.

Kirk: Phoebe…

Phoebe grinned, walking toward her new team, convinced she wouldn't have to deal with Matt going forward.

Kirk: Stephanie…

Stephanie had once again dug her face into her phone, completely unaware of what was happening

Kirk: …and Mitch.

Stephanie looked up at Kirk, a confused expression as the host stopped adding to her team. Andrea waved out to Stephanie.

Andrea: Come over, my dear! You're needed with us.

Stephanie broke into a toothy grin as she walked over to the group, Mitch following suit.

Kirk: From now on, you will officially be known as…

Jack unraveled his team, revealing a yellow mole in a fighting stance.

Kirk: The Sneaky Moles!

Percy: Now, wait just a minute good sir! What are you calling us sneaky for? Do you take us for thieves?

Percy eyed the host, his hands on his hips as he tapped his foot.

Maddie: I don't think it really matters, Percy. Besides, it's a cool name!

Ileana: I concur.

As the team came to a mutual agreement regarding the team name, Stephanie took this time to do a headcount of her team. As she reached eleven, a daunting realization caused Stephanie's smile to waver.

Stephanie: W-wait, w-where's Annie?

Kirk: As for the rest of you, you'll be standing alongside Roosevelt. Starting with, Matt…

Matt pointed at Kirk, winking at him as he walked over to Roosevelt.

Kirk: Ruby…

Ruby stuck out her tongue, skipping over to Roosevelt.

Kirk: Annie…

Stephanie let out a gasp as her best friend was called up. Annie walked over, exchanging a sad glance with Stephanie, mouthing the words "sorry".

Kirk: Jenna…

Jenna let out a sigh as she moved towards her team.

Kirk: Dante…

Dante trotted over, standing by Ruby as he did.

Kirk: Quentin…

Quentin: I am on the team opposite to the Moles!

Quentin walked over soon after repeating the obvious.

Kirk: Luca…

Luca raised an eyebrow, examining his new team before giving a polite nod and beginning his trek.

Kirk: Penny…

Penny kept her grin as she skipped over to her new team.

Kirk: Lyra…

Lyra would take small steps toward the group.

Kirk: Christina…

Christina blew a kiss to the sky as she sauntered off.

Kirk: …And Sylvester.

Sylvester grinned, completing his new team as he exchanged a fist bump with Matt and Dante.

Kirk: From this day forward, you shall be known as…

Roosevelt unfurled his own banner, an orange one consisting of a bear in its own fighting stance, growling at the opposition.

Kirk: The Tricky Bears!

Sylvester: Hey, that's sick! We like burly bears.

Dante nodded.

Dante: Dude's got a point, that's a pretty sick name.

Ruby bounced on her toes.

Ruby: I could write a song about it!

And that was exactly what Ruby did as she began dancing about.

Ruby: Burly, whirly, twirly bears, tricky, sticky, pixie pairs! Only one can claim the share, and it's the boys and girls on the Tricky Bears!

As her team suffered through yet another song from Ruby, Matt snuck a glance at the other team, Phoebe waving towards her brother, flashing a smug smirk before giving him the slit throat gesture.

CONFESSIONAL:

Matt: Okay, I know dis ain't da strongest team in da world, but if Phoebe thinks she's gonna try and upstage me? She's got anotha thing comin'!

END CONFESSIONAL:

With the teams now formed, Kirk took his exit, leaving the campers to the whims of Jack and Roosevelt. While some contestants opted to head inside, others stayed outside. Matt sat on the steps, watching as Ruby kept singing to a group of Bears, including Dante, Annie, Sylvester and Quentin.

Ruby: We are bears, mighty mighty bears, not chairs or stairs or even….

Ruby paused, lowering her head for dramatic effect before letting out a mangled high note.

Ruby: Peeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaarrrrrrrssssss!

Matt winced, covering his ears as the rest of the team clapped.

Dante: Wicked song, Rubes!

Ruby bowed.

Ruby: Thank you!

Dante let out a wistful sigh.

Dante: Y'know, it makes me wish ol' Albany had a choir program. You'd probably fit in.

Ruby's eyes lit up as Dante mentioned his school.

Ruby: Oooh, that sounds amazing!

Annie bounced on her toes, lightly flapping her arms.

Annie: Ooh, ooh, Westbrook has a choir program! My friend Raj is in it.

Dante: Oh sick! We might've played against them at some point.

Annie glanced at Dante, raising an eyebrow.

Annie: Who's we?

Dante: Oh, right, I should explain. Have you ever heard of the Albany High Eagles?

Annie scratched her chin, thinking to herself.

Annie: I've heard of the Philadelphia Eagles. Are they related?

Dante: I wish.

Dante smirked at the thought of his high school having any sort of relation to a professional football team.

Dante: But no, that's my school's athletics program.

Dante pointed to himself.

Dante: I'm the team captain of the football and hockey teams respectively, play wide receiver and right-wing guard.

Sylvester: Sounds like you're athlete, huh?

Dante rolled up his jacket, revealing his left muscle, not quite as chiseled as Sylvester's, but still quite impressive.

Dante: Well, I don't mean to brag, but uh…

Dante flexed his muscle.

Dante: I have my moments.

Sylvester posed with his right arm, nodding at Dante.

Sylvester: Not bad man, not bad at all!

As Dante and Sylvester engaged in a makeshift pose-off, Annie, Ruby, Matt and Quentin watched on, Ruby clasping her hands by her lap, staring at Dante with a big goofy smile. Matt glanced at the lovestruck Ruby, an eyebrow raised in suspicion.

Matt: 'ey, what's the red-haired girl goin' all goo-goo eyed for?

Quentin: I believe Ruby, the girl with red hair, is attracted to Dante, who is a student of Albany Prestige High.

Matt rolled his eyes and scoffed.

Matt: Please, I bet I could steal her heart in one fell swoop!

Quentin shook his head, giving a curt frown,

Quentin: I highly doubt it. As Dante said, he is a wide receiver and right-wing guard on both the Albany High Eagles football and hockey teams. Given prior interactions, it is clear he is amongst the top of the social pyramid in his school, matched only by Jenna, who is also a student at—

As Quentin droned on about Albany High and its students, Matt snuck off, walking on tip-toes as he did,

CONFESSIONAL:

Matt: It's simple. All I gotta do is do something impressive or smooth, and those girls will come flockin' to me fastah than you can say greased lightnin'. See, when ya da Matt,

Matt pantomimed a lazy throw of a basketball, winking at the camera.

Matt: Ya tend not ta miss.

END CONFESSIONAL:

Matt strutted towards his new team's cabin, the confident smirk encrusted on his face as he examined the situation. Dante and Sylvester were still exchanging muscle sizes while Ruby and Annie looked on, the former's face all red and the latter having long since stopped paying attention, pulling out her phone.

Matt: 'ey gang!

Matt's loud Brooklyn accent caught everyone by surprise, each person looking at the proud greaser as he tugged on his red jacket.

Matt: Ya thought Dante and Rocky over there were impressive? You ain't seen nothing yet!

With that, Matt ripped the jacket off his shoulders, leaving him in only his white tank top and black pants. Now, it was Matt's turn to flex his muscles, engaging in several poses as he kept his eyes on Ruby and Annie. Unfortunately for the slick devil, Ruby at that point seemed more preoccupied with a new tune she came up with, lightly humming to herself as she played with her hair whereas Quentin, Sylvester and Dante just looked on, perplexed at this sudden arrangement. In fact, the only one taking any sort of interest was Annie, her eyes taken away from the phone screen and onto Matt. Even then, she seemed more amused than anything, a wry smirk growing on her face…

…and then, that look quickly morphed to alarm as Matt kept prancing about.

Annie: Matt, watch out for the—

SMACK!

Matt's face crashed onto the cabin wall, causing him to fall to the ground with a thud.

Annie: …cabin.

Dante winced, holding back a cackle as Sylvester covered his mouth.

Dante: Oooh, that's gonna live a mark!

Sylvester: No kidding, that's smarts!

Matt clutched onto his nose, his brows furrowed as he reflected on his plight, only for Annie, Dante, and Sylvester to rush up to him.

Annie: Are you okay?

Annie extended a hand to Matt. Wanting to save face, Matt rolled up to a sitting position and grinned.

Matt: Annie baby, I feel like a million bucks!

He said as he rubbed his nose. Annie at that point could no longer hide her amusement over the situation and broke out into giggles.

Annie: I like you, you're funny!

Matt smirked, pointing and winking at Annie.

CONFESSIONAL:

Matt: Okay, that didn't quite go da way I wanted it to…but I still got their attention. Dats a win in da Matt's book!

STATIC

Sylvester: This man's very confused. Is he supposed to being a greasy pig? Or is he trying hard? Either way, it's rather amusing. I like.

STATIC

Quentin: Having examined Matt for the past few minutes, I can now confirm that this man may well and truly have a potato for a brain. That or the hair gel has irreversibly destroyed his brain cells. Either are acceptable theories.

END CONFESSIONAL:

As Matt, Annie, Dante, Sylvester and Quentin gathered around each other, Stephanie watched from afar, her eyes gleaming towards the girl with brunette hair, her lips wrapped into a small frown as she awkwardly clasped onto her hands. While Stephanie stared off into the distance, Cassandra skipped over, looking as chipper as ever.

Cassandra: Hey there!

But Stephanie didn't shift her focus, her eyes gazed towards Annie as she spoke in a robotic manner.

Stephanie: Oh, hi.

Cassandra walked closer to Stephanie, eyeing the stoic selfie girl.

Cassandra: Whatcha looking at?

Stephanie pointed towards Annie as she laughed up a storm with Matt and Dante.

Cassandra: Oooh, is that your friend?

Stephanie nodded, her voice quiet and soft.

Stephanie: Uh huh.

Cassandra's smile wavered as she watched Stephanie slump her shoulders. Cassandra gently placed a hand on Stephanie's left arm, looking at her and speaking in a gentle tone.

Cassandra: You wanted her on our team, didn't you?

At that point, Stephanie finally caught her first glimpse of Cassandra, her warm expression and smile luring Stephanie into a sense of comfort as she nodded.

Stephanie: Yeah…

Cassandra snuggled closer to Stephanie.

Cassandra: Hey, I know the feeling. It's…not fun being away from someone you're close to. But you know something?

Stephanie: What?

Cassandra gently stroked to the top of Stephanie's head, her fingers grazing through the locks of hair.

Cassandra: Being on this island with all these new faces and people gives you the opportunity to meet new people and make new friends.

Stephanie looked down at the ground, tapping her chin.

Stephanie: I mean, Mom always said I was good at making friends.

Cassandra grinned.

Cassandra: That's good to know!

Stephanie lightly tapped her fingertips.

Stephanie: And um, um, there's this one girl I met, Andrea, she seems nice!

Cassandra: Oooh yeah, she's on the same team as us! We should get to know her some time.

Stephanie broke out into a small grin, rocking back and forth as she did.

Stephanie: Yeah! And maybe, maybe I can teach her how to use Instagram!

Cassandra lightly clapped.

Cassandra: Hell yeah girlfriend! And you know what else?

Stephanie: What?

Cassandra: Once we come home, we'll be able to tell our friends about everything we did and hopefully, we can stay in touch!

Stephanie flapped her arms about in celebration.

Stephanie: Yaaaay, more phone numbers!

Stephanie bounced up and down, Cassandra stepping back and smiling at the happy girl.

Cassandra: Hell yeah, girlfriend! And the best part is that the cabins aren't too far apart, so you can see Annie anytime you want!

Stephanie gasped, putting everything to a halt as she stared at Cassandra with big beaming eyes.

Stephanie: We can do that?! I thought we'd be separated!

Cassandra shook her head.

Cassandra: Doesn't look like it!

By now, any trace of sadness had left Stephanie's mind as she bounced on her toes, her voice speeding toward a million miles an hour.

Stephanie: Wow, that's so cool! I can't believe they're letting us talk to the other team, that's totally cool! I bet one day, we could all do something like a fun friendship bonding activity to break the ice cause I bet the other team has like, some really cool people, like this one girl who likes singing a lot, or the guy who thinks he's from Grease—

As Stephanie continued to ramble on about the people from the Bears she talked to, Cassamdra could only watch on, her smile as bright as the sun. Another day, another person who had been brightened up, at least for a brief moment.

CONFESSIONAL:

Cassandra: Helping other people in any way possible is the best thing you can do as a human being. At the end of the day, we're all here together, we may as well do our best to support one another and show our support to others when they need it. To me, it's the best way to feel Cass-tastic.

Cassandra clicked her tongue before letting out a small giggle.

Cassandra: Did you like that? It's a phrase I coined a while back. Always thought it was cute so I stuck with it.

END CONFESSIONAL:

Andrea would soon waltz by Cassandra and Stephanie, a noble smile enshrining her face as she bowed at Cassandra.

Andrea: Hello, Cassandra!

Cassandra waved at Andrea, Stephanie still stimming about, completely in her own world.

Cassandra: Hey Andrea! Siked to be a Mole?

Andrea shifted her eyes across the area, her smile reduced to a sheepish grin.

Andrea: Forgive me, I do not fully understand what being siked is like. But I will say that I am quite excited to be on this team, yes.

Cassandra chuckled.

Cassandra: That's what it means, Andrea. Being excited!

Andrea nodded slowly, finger tapping her chin.

Andrea: Oooh…

CONFESSIONAL:

Andrea's fingers fidgeted with her hair in erratic and cumbersome positions.

Andrea: I must admit, I'm not used to some of the things my peers say. You see, my father is a very wealthy businessman, think the 1% of all society, and I was homeschooled throughout most of my life.

Andrea brushed her hair into place, placing her hands on her lap.

Andrea: It wasn't until recently I came into public school. That transition was…

Andrea creased back.

Andrea: …problematic to say the least.

Andrea would pause, thinking back to those early memories before breaking into a humble grin.

Andrea: I am lucky to have met Penny and Mustafa, however. Those two have helped keep my head on straight. Even if I don't fully understand common people's talk.

END CONFESSIONAL:

Stephanie by this point had fully immersed herself in her own thoughts, wandering about in an indescribable circle, her arms flapping about as she hummed to herself. In a way, you could argue that Stephanie out and out vibing.

And then, her eyes spotted Andrea. Once she saw the pretty Parisian, she broke out into a gasp and trotted over to Andrea and Cassandra.

Andrea: So I asked Penny, and she told me that—

Stephanie: Hi, are you Andrea?

Andrea stumbled back, startled by the sudden presence of Stephanie. Sensing Stephanie's presence, Cassandra stepped out of the way.

Andrea: Oh, heavens, uh—

Stephanie watched as Andrea attempted to regain her composure, her smile slowly diminishing. Andrea locked eyes with Stephanie, breaking out a warm grin.

Andrea: Yes, I am. And you are Stephanie, right?

Stephanie nodded, bouncing on her toes.

Stephanie: Well yeah, I'd hope so.

Stephanie would again lightly tap her fingertips, looking toward Andrea, her voice going quiet.

Stephanie: Uh…c-can I tell you something?

Andrea: Of course, dear!

Stephanie's eyes glanced toward the ground for a brief moment before veering back up to Andrea's face. Those shimmering hazel eyes, that pristine skin, that calm yet enchanting smile. It was able to bring a sort of magic to Stephanie, one powerful enough for her to ask her million-dollar question.

Stephanie: Has anyone ever told you that you're really pretty?

Stephanie grinned, still tapping her fingertips. Andrea looked at the anxious girl and lightly giggled.

Andrea: But of course! I've been told this many times before by many people.

Stephanie stammered, speaking rapidly.

Stephanie: W-well they're right! You're like, really pretty and I think I know a lot about pretty, and yeah, you're pretty.

Andrea beamed with pride, the word 'pretty' ringing through her ears.

Andrea: Thanks, I know.

Andrea closed her eyes, letting out a wistful sigh.

Andrea: It warms my heart knowing others agree with this sentiment.

Cassandra, having watched from afar, smiled at Andrea and Stephanie, jumping back in the conversation.

Cassandra: I brought my makeup kit if you girls wanna paint our fingernails.

Andrea placed a hand on her heart, the irrepressible tone of her voice betraying the forming conceit inside her.

Andrea: I would love to! Anything to keep me as beautiful as I am.

Cassandra raised an eyebrow, smirking at Andrea.

Cassandra: Okay, Andi, let's not get too carried away here. We can talk beauty another time.

Andrea brushed her hair back, letting out another sigh, her arms hugging her body as the pitch of her voice fell.

Andrea: Very well.

Andrea turned on her heel, part of her prior smile returning, though her tone remained off.

Andrea: Come along girls!

Cassandra and Stephanie followed Andrea to their team's girls' cabin, both eyeing one another as they replayed the comments made by Andrea.

CONFESSIONAL:

Cassandra: Boy, I dunno about you but…that Andrea seems really into herself..

Cassandra raised her arms in defense.

Cassandra: N-not that it's a bad thing, self-love is important, but…

Cassandra sighed, hunching her back.

Cassandra: I dunno, placing that much value on your looks? That feels really self-destructive…

Cassandra paused for a moment before breaking into stammers.

Cassandra: I-I'm not saying she is, it's just how I feel…

STATIC:

Stephanie clasped her hands together, her face fueled with a big lovey-dovey grin.

Stephanie: Andrea's so pretty…almost as pretty as Annie!

Stephanie giggled.

Stephanie: But then, Annie's my best friend, and Andrea seems really nice so I'm sure she wouldn't mind sharing!

STATIC:

Andrea stared into a hand mirror, a proud smirk on her face.

Andrea: I'm not surprised. Father always told me that I was his little princess.

Andrea closed the hand mirror, turning toward the camera.

Andrea: And it's true! I am every bit of a modern-day princess.

Andrea chucked, her words once again contradicting her chipper tone.

Andrea: I know some may scoff and claim themselves as better than I am, but it's merely a game of pretend. You will see as I claim the million dollars.

Andrea smirked.

Andrea: Oh, and it's okay to not be as pretty as me. No one is!

Andrea broke out a warm giggle, concluding this bizarre confessional as she reopened her hand mirror and gazed deep into her reflection.

END CONFESSIONAL:

Mitch sat on the top of the steps of his cabin, watching as Andrea, Cassandra and Stephanie walked by, he lowered his head, so as to not draw any attention towards them, but deep down, he could again feel his heartbeat speed up.

CONFESSIONAL:

Mitch: My momma told me I'm one of them romantic types. I'm not quite sure what that means, but I think it's supposed to explain why I get flustered every time I see a girl come up to me.

Mitch tapped his chin, entering his thoughts before shrugging.

Mitch: Ain't never asked them the real reason, but I got a feelin' my folks may be right.

END CONFESSIONAL:

Mustafa walked over to the guys' cabin, spotting Mitch standing like a statue.

Mustafa: Hey, er, Mitch is it?

Mitch slowly peered his eyes toward Mustafa and broke out of his gaze, flailing his arms about.

Mitch: Oh, er, um, yep, uh, that is me! I am Mitch. That is who I am.

Mustafa blinked, tilting his head rightward.

Mustafa: Okay?

Mitch clasped his hands together, the sweat dripping from his forehead.

Mitch: And erm, you're Mustafa, right?

Mustafa nodded, exchanging a more pleasant smile.

Mustafa: Yep, that's me.

Mitch: Oh, good, um…can I ask you a question?

Mustafa raised an eyebrow.

Mustafa: Sure?

Mitch walked up to Mustafa, glancing out in the open before whispering to Mustafa.

Mitch: You expect to see this many women out here?

Mustafa shook his head.

Mustafa: Not really, but I think it's pretty cool.

Mitch stammered, nodding frantically.

Mitch: Oh, I agree! It's a wonderful thing.

Mitch chuckled nervously. Mustafa watching on, perplexed.

Mustafa: Are you feeling alright? You look jumpy.

Mitch began to sweat profusely, completely unaware that Kylie was walking toward him and Mustafa.

Mitch: Jumpy? I ain't jumpy, nope, not one bit!

Kylie: Hello!

Upon hearing Kylie's voice, Mitch leaped into the sky, letting out a startled yelp before turning around and spotting Kylie.

Mitch: O-oh, um, h-hello there Kylie.

Mustafa smiled, nodding at Kylie.

Mustafa: Hey Kylie.

Mustafa peered toward Kylie, noticing a fluffy cinnamon roll in her hands.

Mustafa: Is that a cinnamon roll?

Kylie nodded.

Kylie: Yeah, they had extras in the cafeteria. I was gonna eat it but then I realized how full I was so I wanted to see if Mitch wanted it.

Mitch's eyes widened as he stared toward Kylie, then at the cinnamon roll. Kylie, roll, Kylie, roll.

Mitch: M-me?

An awkward silence filled the area as Mitch's mind kept switching between Kylie and the roll before finally settling on Kylie.

Mitch: O-of course, I love them cinnamon rolls! Heck, back home they call me Cinnamitch, cause…I like…cinnamon.

As Mitch's voice trailed off, Kylie let out a few giggles, handing Mitch the roll.

Kylie: You're funny. See you at the challenge!

With that, Kylie took her leave, walking away from Mitch and Mustafa. Mustafa eyed Mitch, his face turning into a deep shade of red as he clenched onto the roll.

Mustafa: Do they really call you Cinnamitch?

Mitch stared at the cinnamon roll with an abnormally large grin.

Mitch: They do now…

Mustafa nodded, keeping that mental note in mind. Mitch meanwhile remained transfixed with the roll, his mind flipping over possibilities on what this could mean. Before he could come up with a concrete answer, or even take a single bite, the P/A announcement system blared over the cabins, the microphone feedback grabbing everyone's attention.

Kirk: Attention campers, your first challenge begins in five minutes. Make sure you bring your swimwear!

Mitch eyed Mustafa, his mind off Kylie and the roll.

Mitch: What do you think they'll make us do?

Mustafa: It's our first challenge, can't assume it'll be hard.

A few minutes later, all twenty-two contestants stood by their newly formed teams, all in their swimsuits, all with varying expressions. Some show clear terror, the fear of the unknown capturing them. Others attempt to hide their nerves, but their anxiety is clear. Still, more aren't thrilled but maintain a neutral expression. And then there's Mustafa, hiding his eyes, his head sunk to the ground, not out of fear, but embarrassment, for the first challenge was taking place not in the water, but on top of a two-hundred-foot cliff.

CONFESSIONAL:

Mustafa: For the record, I was not aware of this.

END CONFESSIONAL:

END EPISODE