I wake up at 6:00 in the morning the following week from a bell of some kind. Is there a fire somewhere or something? It surely sounded like that kind of bell. "What was that?" I asked Rachel.

"If it was for the fire from what Herald caused, then they are too late." Rachel joked.

Just then the ceiling leaked. Unfortunately, I was on the top bunk of the bunk bed. I peer out of the window from the opposite side of the lodge to see if there was any rain, but to my surprise, there was nothing. What the heck?

"What is it? You look like you have seen a ghost." Rachel asked me.

"Look outside. There is no rain, but the ceiling is leaking. I find that to be quite bizarre." I replied.

"Yeah, that is strange. Do you think that it has to do with that bell sound?"

"Wait. What if there was a storm in the middle of the night and it hit the lodge and it caused the bell to ring?"

"Good guess, but, that does not explain the leak."

"Plus, why was it only leaking on our bed?"

"I apologize for interrupting, but it is leaking over here too." Bridget said.

I then drifted off to sleep for an hour. I woke up on time, though. Unfortunately, I had a weird dream, but it was not as bad as the one before.

"Another weird dream? I have them all the time." Bridget said.

"Yeah, it was pretty weird." I replied.

"What about?"

"I don't know if I want to think about it again. I am trying to think of a better word than weird to describe it. Weird does not quite describe it well enough."

I then went to get ready for the challenges. This week, everyone had to help set up everything. I was not sure why he wanted us to do that, but I guessed it had to do with the first challenge.

"Why are we doing this?" Sierra asked, exhausted after about ten minutes.

"It is to see who does the best with setting up. The one that does the worst goes home." Chris replied.

Oh great. I am going home. I am probably the worst with stacking objects and cleanliness.

"What do we do?" Anais asked.

"You are supposed to paint pictures for our new kitchen, which Sierra and Duncan will rebuild." Chris replied.

"Why us? Herald was the one that blew up the kitchen." Duncan said.

"Herald has already left. I wanted to choose two campers that have not left yet."

"And you chose us?"

"Yes."

"Whatever." Duncan said, rolling his eyes as he left.

I was one of the ones that had to draw and paint the pictures for the new kitchen. Good thing that I have good artistic ability, but I don't have my pompoms, which was how I painted my paintings back at home.

"You may now begin." Chris said.

What should I use? There are no pompoms this time. How am I going to do this?

I was thinking for about ten minutes, until, suddenly, I had an idea. I took a few blades of grass and stick it in paint and started to paint. Not too bad. It is a totally different style. This could make them happy, but, I am not sure.

"Wow! What is that?" Rachel asked me.

"It is supposed to be a daisy, but I used a few blades of grass to paint it." I replied.

"That is very creative. Keep up the good work."

"Thanks."

After she left I started to go finish the painting. About ten minutes later I was finished. I took the painting over to where the new kitchen was supposed to be. I was third.

"Let's see which one of the five did the best painting. Hmm… What is this?" Chef Hatchet said as he saw my painting.

"It is a drawing of a daisy. I had used some grass blades to paint it." I replied.

"It's… the best one."

"Thanks."

"The worst is…" Chef Hatchet paused for a few seconds, and then Sierra interrupted.

"It's terrible. Why did you say that it was good? She has NO talent." Sierra said.

"I worked very hard on that. I am not used to using grass blades for painting." I said.

"Well, that is good for a first start." Anais said.

"The worst is Trent's. That means that Trent will be the first of the day to go home." Chris said. "The second challenge will be Tug O' War."

Oh great.

"Team one will be girls and team two will be boys." Chris said. "You may now begin."

We all start to pick up the rope. As we started to pull, I had a major rope burn and fell to the ground. About three of my teammates had walked on me while pulling the rope. Luckily, they weren't stepping on me too hard; otherwise, I would be hurt. I was able to stand up before Sierra could walk on me. Despite the fact that she highly dislikes me, she probably would have tried to stomp on me.

"Are you okay?" Bridget asked.

"I'm fine. Thank you though." I replied.

We had continued to pull the rope, when, I noticed that two of the guys had fallen, giving us a good chance to win. "And the winners are…" Chris paused for a few seconds. "The girls."

"So are the two guys that fell down going to go home?" Izzy asked Chris.

"Yes, and they were Duncan and Noah."

"So that means that this week it will be Trent, Duncan, and Noah?"

"Yes."

"How did we lose anyway?" Duncan asked Chris.

"Well, two of the guys fell on the ground, causing you to lose." Chris replied.

Right then Trent, Duncan and Noah walked over to the dock of shame to be sent home.

"Stay tuned for next week." Chef Hatchet said