Present 13: HEATHER

To say that Heather was still annoyed with weird goth girl's sneaky gang up trick with Slothen was an understatement. Though Gwen's loss to Mr. Stuffshisface had improved her mood slightly, the queen bee had no intention on letting the goth off that easily.

All it took was a few calls to the front desk and the right room number. Hearing the angry yells from the room next door would always brighten her morning. The wakeup calls that she had set up would ensure that the phone alarm in Gwen's room would ring every single day and repeatedly until the goth answered. Unlike her pale skinned enemy, Heather had no intention of waking up with the sun.

Heather yawned as she made her way to the shower, dressed in her favorite bunny shirt top and pink sleep shorts. As she reached her bathroom, tired eyes became instantly alert. Her demon of a little brother loved to booby-trap her room, particularly her bathroom.

Cautiously the former raven-hair tested each of her favorite products, particularly her hair conditioner. The memory of the glue tainted bottle, punkish spikes and her hands stuck to said spikes for several hours had been one she had no desire to repeat.

"Of all the little brothers I could have gotten, I had to get the Prankster King!" Heather grumbled before stepping into the shower stall, heedlessly discarding her clothes in the process. As steam filled the bathroom, the queen bee sighed with pleasure losing herself in the warmth of the running water.

Unfortunately for Heather, she forgot to close the door. Masked by the steam, the shadow stealthily crept into the room and moved to the sink. With expert skill, objects were removed and just as quickly replaced. Snickering in amusement, the shade left the bathroom and closed the door behind him.

It was over an hour later that the water turned off. Sighing contentedly, Heather stepped out of the shower, wrapping herself in a lilac towel. Without looking she grabbed the waiting wig on the sink and placed it on her head. Similarly she grabbed the tube of lipstick and applied it generously before leaving the bathroom.

After dressing in a burgundy sweater complete with tight beige pants, Heather left her room and passed by a nearby mirror. Seconds later Heather screamed out in horror, the scream echoing through the house, the nearby neighborhood and parts of Canada. A few of the ex-campers even stopped what they were doing to look skywards.

"DAMIEN! WHEN I GET MY HANDS ON YOU!!!" Heather raged as she ran down the staircase with intents of bodily harm on her younger brother floating around her head like sugar plums. To her annoyance, Damien was in the dining hall eating breakfast with their parents.

Damien spat out pieces of egg and laughed at his fuming sister. While Heather was out on one of her guy dating and dumping sprees he had secretly altered her spare wig changing the length as well as adding a great deal of color to it. The results though were better then he hoped for.

"Good morning to you to GWENABEE!" The younger boy taunted as he continued to laugh with amusement. Green tinged lips curled back in a snarl. "I look like Goth girl's twin sister!" Heather yelled out angrily her mood darkening as she once again tried to yank off the hated wig crying out in pain as she did so.

Heather though eventually had to give up. Venomously she glared darkly at her brother. "You have messed with the wrong older sister here!" Heather declared firmly glaring daggers at her sibling. In response Damien stuck out his tongue.

Before things could escalate any farther, Heather's father interrupted. "By the way Heather Feather this came for you." The queen bee raised an eyebrow before accepting the package dotted with green trees.

Carefully opening up the box, she removed two plates packed tightly with sweets. "Oh how nice. Someone sent me an early Christmas present." Heather cooed before unwrapping one of the plates. In a deliberate move, she slowly leaned over her younger brother while holding the confections out of his reach.

"Mother? Father? Would you care for one?" Heather questioned sweetly waiting patiently for the adults to take the offered treats. As they did so Heather turned her head to smirk at Damien. In response her brother stabbed his fork viciously into his eggs.

Taking a final treat for herself, Heather replaced the clear wrap and started to place the sweets back in the box, when she noticed a small package wrapped in green tissue and a red note. Removing the latter two she unwrapped the tissue revealing a metal cookie cutter of a long haired gingerbread girl in a ballerina costume. Wordlessly she picked up the red piece of paper.

Two plates. One foor the person I met on the island and the other to share with friends and family eh.

And In case I never said soo, I didn't knoo I was hurting people with my woords and I'm really really really soorry for what I said on the island before eh!

Happy Holidays, Heather

Ezekiel

The prairie boy's gift were clearly inexpensive and thanks to her eye for detail she could tell it had clearly been homemade, but for some reason she couldn't stop staring at the ballerina cookie cutter in her hand. Heather had been so enamored by the simple gift that she has been unaware that she had been subconsciously climbing the stairs back towards her room.

Only when her free hand fell on an object did Heather snap out of her daze. Somehow she wasn't surprised to find it was Ezekiel's COB book. Staring at the small book she immersed herself in the final memory of the homeschooler.

Heather's walk towards the pool area of Playa des Losers was instantly interrupted the moment she turned the corner and collided headlong into somebody sending them both to the ground. "Watch where you going!" Heather cried out irritably.

"Soory aboot that eh." Ezekiel said simply before getting to his feet and offering a hand to Camp Wawanakwa's most despised camper. Not surprising his hand was slapped away as the queen bee pulled herself up, adjusting the horrible wig in the process.

The snobbish raven hair had started to leave once more when it hit her. Ezekiel was walking in the opposite direction towards the way she had come. Spinning around she turned to face the homeschooled teen. "Uhh…hello! Big wrap party is that way." Ezekiel smiled back. "I knoo that eh." Ezekiel said calmly before continuing to walk towards the lobby.

If it wasn't for the unnerving calm expression on the homeschooler's face and the dark green duffle bag slung over his shoulder, the queen gopher wouldn't have bothered. Against her better judgment she followed the brunette. It didn't click in until after they walked outside and she saw the white boat.

The surprised look on her face turned to a scowl and she immediately blocked the prairie boy's path. "You're leaving? Now?!" The former raven hair cried out incredulously. Ezekiel nodded. "I can tell when I'm noot wanted eh."

As the farm raised teen tried to move to the side, Heather moved with him. "You could at least TRY to go to the party." Ezekiel smiled back as he slowly shook his head. Heather let out a gasp as the toque wearing boy suddenly and gently picked her off to the ground setting her off to the side.

"Good bye Heather." Ezekiel said simply before he continued forward uninterrupted. By the time Heather snapped out of her shock, the boat was already pulling away from dock with its passenger.

After Ezekiel had left, Heather stormed through the lobby area. In her hurry she didn't notice the object on the floor and she tripped sending her once again to the ground. Angrily she searched for the culprit only to discover The Crushing on Bridgette book lying nearby.

Shaking herself out of her daze, once again Heather gazed at the strange book. No matter how she tried somehow she was unable to open it. It had both amused and infuriated her. Heather let out a sigh of frustration before letting her hand fall away from the book once more.

Hey this is frosty and I live in America. My favorite characters are Cody, Bridgette, Noah, DJ and Gwen.

And my holiday wish is for the world to get along on the week before christmas.

Imagi's Ramblings: Okay let's do a countdown shall we? 10! 10 campers left! Holy cow if I wasn't this far along in the story I'd be tempted to stop, but I'm beyond halfway now…might as well keep going. :)

And Damien if you check the official interactive site he really is Heather's brother. ;)

Thanks much for the reviews! I sooo need them! Nothing inspires a fan writer more then hearing praises as well as criticisms on there work! :) Thanks again! :)

Okay 13 is done and 14 will soon be here and ready to party hearty. ;)

Thanks again everyone! :)

Imagi