The days off between the first challenge and the morning when the Awake-A-Thon happened were fruitful, but not in the ways I wanted.

I hadn't devised a plan to stop Duncan from picking on Harold, partly because I didn't know when the issues began. I knew things came to blows when the cooking challenge occurred after my elimination following the bear attack.

As I predicted, it was not easy to get time alone with Dawn to explain my past life.

My body clock was yet to reset to what I called Total Drama Time. My original sleep pattern was thrown out of kilter because Chris would suddenly wake us. I quickly adapted to waking before the surprise, and I never managed to return to my previous wake-up time. For the first two days, I managed to sleep in.

After breakfast, I hung out with Trent, Noah, and Owen, re-establishing my friendships. Noah and Owen started hitting it off, like the double act they'd become in the World Tour.

Occasionally I mingled with DJ, Geoff, Harold, and Tyler. I even got into a best six out of ten arm wrestling match with Eva; it started out as one and just ballooned out. These weren't frequent, as I avoided Courtney, Duncan, and Sugar.

I couldn't help but notice Ella seemed very interested in Dave, while my replacement seemed oblivious. Given how much they were all nature lovers, the pink princess also divided her time with Dawn, Bridgette, and DJ. Oddly, Ella tried befriending Sugar, but the Pageant Queen kept brushing her away.

I went to bed early the night before the Awake-A-Thon would begin this time, so I arose bright and early at half past six. I shuffled lightly to not wake the others with my clodhopping stomps. I took my towel from the handing rack I brought so it could dry after being used after my morning washes.

With the towel draped over my shoulder, I looked about the sleeping campsite.

Dawn was the only person who always woke before seven while we snoozed. She spent her pre-breakfast time walking about the beach with a binbag picking up the trash which washed up. While she did take time out of the afternoon to work on this, too, I decided against joining her. The word might get about, which could jeopardise my plans. I was already a massive target, pun intended; I wasn't about to drag the best girl I had ever met into the line of fire.

This morning we saw each other, and we waved a greeting. While this would be the perfect opportunity to spend time with her and divulge my secrets, I couldn't go for a particular reason. Like back home, the communal shower stalls were too small for me.

First, my chin was level with the shower head, so I couldn't crouch down without my head jamming against it, thus preventing a decent spray. Secondly, my shoulders were too wide to fit, no matter how I turned. After my hyper-puberty growth, my shoulders were roughly forty-four inches wide and a hundred inches in circumference. The stalls were all thirty-eight inches wide on all sides.

The best alternative I found was to stand underneath the waterfall, which after months of making do with quick shrub downs using unheated water, I got pretty used to the cold. One bit of ease that shortened my morning routine was not needing to shave beyond my sideburns. Despite increased testosterone, I lacked facial hair from my upper lip down, and no body hair grew on my bodily perfection, including a natural Brazilian.

On the morning the Awake-A-Thon would start, I returned to the camp just in time for Chris to use his megaphone and airhorn combo.

"Ow!" Leshawna yelped from the girls' side of the cabin. "It's seven in the morning," the sound of her heavy footstep boomed as the girl with attitude appeared at the window in her see-through sleepwear. "Do I look like a farmer?" she asked with a deep scowl.

I walk up alongside Chris. "Seven o'clock is nothing, Leshawna. According to letters from Devonshire farmers back in the Edwardian period, they had to wake before six!" the sassy sister looked at me with abject horror.

Dawn was the first to arrive after she deposited her trash in the bins behind the main lodge. It took everyone else twenty-five minutes to get washed, dressed and lined up where Chris could see us. Like last time, Eva stood with her MP3 in her ear, but I kept away from her. Instead, Sugar tried her luck, unlike past me; the southern hick did not flinch at Eva's shark impression.

"Good," Sugar said. "That kind of feelings making this more like a real pageant,"

"Morning," Chris announced. "Hope you slept well,"

Knowing Chris's obvious wordplay from two full seasons, I should have seen the challenge coming originally; I guess I was too distracted by wanting to play with Eva's MP3.

Heather made her sarcastic compliment to Chris, which the host took straight, and explained the challenge started in one minute. Owen pointed out we'd miss breakfast. Chris answered that breakfast would be after a twenty-kilometre run around the lake.

I took my flip-flops off since those comedic things would not survive.

Given my stride and stamina, I outpaced everyone as the new hyper-me who walks at over six and a half kilometres an hour and runs at twenty. I lapped everyone at least one. There were a couple ups and downs and detours. I got back to the main lodge in only seventy minutes. Strangely enough, Dawn arrived second and in only a hundred minutes. Also, I didn't recall passing her.

I blinked. "How did you get here so fast?"

Dawn merely smiled. "I have my ways," she said as she sat beside me. "While we wait for the others, can you answer my question?"

"Which is?"

"Have you been reincarnated? Your aura suggests you have memories beyond your years,"

I glanced at the kitchen. Chef Hatchet looked out of earshot, and no cameras were around. I leaned down and whispered. "No, but my explanation might strike you as odd,"

"If it is an answer that makes sense, I'll accept it,"

"Okay, I was sent back in time,"

Before Dawn could ask anything more, DJ, Eva, Duncan, and Geoff arrived, it took them two hours. Bridgette, Tyler, Trent, Gwen, Dave, Courtney, Lindsay, Anne, and Ella returned during the next hour. We passed the four-hour mark when Heather casually walked in. Then five minutes later, Owen slammed the door open, carrying an exhausted Noah. "Clear a table stat!"

Right behind the big party guy, Leshawna collapsed to her knees. I stood and helped her to a seat, then gave her a light pat on the shoulder.

When Owen started pumping Noah's chest, I pulled him aside. "You could be doing some real damage to his chest being so vigorous like that! He's still breathing, just put him in the recovery position and give him space," I then lowered the Bookworm to the floor and positioned him.

Owen's frown and his eyes dilated. "Whoops," he glanced down at Noah. "Sorry, little buddy,"

Harold came in, shaking like a leaf. Courtney walked over and scolded him, "What took you so long? We just lost the challenge!" Harold gasped for breath as he clutched his chest. "I think I'm having heart palpitations!"

Dave blinked. "You really must be out of condition if your ticker is playing up after merely walking for four hours,"

Anne Maria helped Harold to a seat. "You just get your breath back, Stringbean," she scowled at Courtney. "And he ain't even the last of us back," the Jerseyite gestured to the room. "Look around you, Court Orders. Sugar still ain't here."

Ella frowned. "I hope she's unharmed."

Noah coughed and shakily sat up. "Given how whatever counts as her mind works, I'd bet good money Sugar's running in Imperial American instead of Canadian Metric."

Courtney growled. "Great! We get humiliated further because that oblivious, showboating farmgirl doesn't know the difference between kilometres and miles!"

"I'll go look for her," I said. "I may find her nauseating, but I'm not going to leave her struggling,"

As I left, I heard Ella gush. "Cody is such a chivalrous knight,"

Chris chuckled. "And remember, ladies, he's single,"

I took off running again and followed the route back. After another hour of searching minutes, I found Sugar having lost her way and slowly crawling, sweating as if in a sauna and smelling like overmature cheese. "Gotta win! Still got another mile. Those animals need their makeup,"

I trudged up and stood over her. Sugar looked up, her runny eyes squinted, and she murmured, "Has an angel come to save me?"

"I'm not an angel," I replied before I picked her up bridal style. "However, I'm bringing you to the lodge. You must have misheard Chris; he said twenty kilometres, which meant only twelve miles,"

"Just mean I put more effort in," She grinned sultrily and ran a shaking hand over one of my biceps. "You do care about me,"

"As a human being," I replied as I went into a jog.

We returned to the main lodge seven minutes later, and I put Sugar down on the Bass table. The Pageant Queen grinned at everyone. "Ya'll quit the race early; I am the last one standing,"

Courtney grabbed the southern bell-end by the frills of her crop top and shook her violently. "Chris said twenty kilometres! That means only twelve miles! You lost us the challenge, you idiot!"

Gwen then commented, "Hey, wait a minute, if they lost, that means we won the challenge," everyone on the Gophers, aside from Dawn and I, considered Gwen's words. After a second, they all cheered. I merely crossed my arms and glanced at Dawn; the aura whisper frowned and nodded.

"Whoa there," Chris said, holding up his hand. "Hold your horses. That wasn't the challenge,"

"What did he just say?" the goth girl asked.

"The run wasn't today's challenge," I said. "It was preparation for it,"

"Cody's right," Chris said, walking over to the curtains. "Now then, who's hungry?" the curtains parted, revealing an even finer and more enormous feast than last time. My overblown calorie intact necessitated Chef improve the quality of the regular meals. So, to entice us into a gorge fest, the larger table was filled with even more delicious options for the buffet.

Since the feast was meant to induce sleep, I keep my brunch at the calorie count I at my average for breakfast and lunch. I noticed Dawn measured herself, too, sticking with the fruit, vegetables and alternative protein options.

I took a paper plate and sat next to her. "You think Chris is up to something too?"

Dawn nodded. "His aura suggests he's planning something. And your aura shows a familiarity with this situation. Also, I avoid eating other animals. If it is my only option, I shall begrudgingly consume meat. Still, if a different choice is available, I shall take it."

"So, you're a flexitarian?"

Dawn nodded. "But only when I must,"

I nodded. "As for me, I'll eat anything meal if it's got a balance of all four food groups,"

Everyone else dug into the food like it was the last day on Earth. Owen and Sugar got into an eating contest.

The Southerner wrenched the meat of a turkey leg. Ella came up beside her and scooped another pancake. "The way you quickly consume everything is admirable, Sugar. You make sure the farmers and that dear turkey have not wasted their time and effort,"

Sugar spoke with her mouth full of munch. "Mama says I got the stomach of a racoon," she clutched some of her natural padding. "Probably from eating all that racoon. Guess you are what you eat!"

Ella pulled a face with a look like trying to maintain a smile while cringing. She gave an awkward chuckle and stepped back.

At the same time, Dawn glared at Sugar, and Dave slapped a hand against his mouth and rushed to the window before throwing up. He looked a little paler and drained as he slumped into his seat.

Everyone but Dawn and I groaned once every edible part of the buffet got consumed, and they all, baring Dave and Leshawna, held their stuffed stomachs.

Chris then jumped onto the table. "Okay, campers," he spoke into the megaphone. "Time for part two of your challenge,"

Owen, Gwen and Heather all questioned Chris's words.

The host gained a massive smirk as he announced, "It's time for the Awake-A-Thon,"

"Let me guess," I said, crossing my arm. "We stay awake, and the last person who doesn't fall asleep wins invincibility for the team,"

Chris smiled and pointed at me. "You took the word right out of my mouth, Cody,"

Noah smirked and glanced at Owen. "That must taste disgusting," and Owen giggled.

"So," Gwen began. "You're saying the twenty-k run and the turkey-eating frenzy were part of your evil plan to make it harder for us to stay awake?"

"That's right, Gwen," Chris replied, still deafening us.

"Man, he's good,"

Dawn and I were first out and picked a spot in the corner of the firepit. It was already getting dark by the time we arrived.

I remembered from rewatching the episode that the first twelve hours of the challenge proper were cut out. So, I thought that was the best time to explain the time-travel situation to Dawn. The moonchild mediated on a stump, and I sat leaning against it. I sat as far away from Noah as possible; the ear kiss was still discussed when Sierra killed me.

After quietly talking about the meeting with Angel Raquel, the changes made, and who got replaced, finally, I pointed to Dave, Ella, and Sugar. "Those three are completely new to me,"

Dawn took my hand and stroked it. "It must be hard to have such knowledge. Learning for your own history only to repeat it. It may also develop into survivor's guilt."

I smiled. "It's not so bad. I mean, back when I was sixteen, no one really noticed me. But, now, all eyes are drawn my way,"

"Expect you would like some real loving affection instead of the distant infatuation. Any girl with sense and sensibility not put off by your size and strength would consider you far above their league. That leaves the women too full of themselves for self-reflection as the one to advance themselves,"

My eyes darted to Sugar; the Pageant Queen winked at me.

I nodded. "Sugar certainly falls into that category. It's ridiculous; back when I was short, thin, and geeky, no decent girl acknowledged my existence. Now I get all the attention I want, but I still can't get a nice girl to date me; I even asked some out, but they just stammered and ran off. When I managed to get an explanation, Rosemary said I shouldn't settle for someone no good for me like her, and the other girls I asked thought the same; I wouldn't have asked them out if I didn't think they were worthless. I'm not Justin!"

Dawn knew what I meant as I explained about the Hawaiian Eye Candy, who might have been the reincarnation of Narcissus.

Dawn sighed. "Love and affection can be a minefield,"

During the hours of the night, I overheard Dave and Ella chatting. Dave was a fan of silent movies; this came out when Ella said her surname was Cinders. There was a 1926 movie called Ella Cinders, a social commentary on the struggles of young women getting roles in 1920s Hollywood.

"My family own a successful Indian restaurant," he added.

Ella nodded. "And do you and Noah know each other? Are you related?"

Noah answered, "No, Dave and I are not related, we may be Indo-Canadian, but Dave's Bengali and my family came from Punjab. I never met him before we arrived at the dock,"

Dave nodded before rubbing the back of his head. "I originally thought I'd be one of those vicious competitors and all about the money, not here to make friends, you know?"

Ella frowned and shuffled back from him.

At the twelve-hour mark, everyone but Dawn looked tired. When I say twelve-hour, truthfully, twenty-four hours passed since Chris woke us up. The twelve hours on the counter referred to when the Awake-A-Thon challenge began. Seven in the morning with no sleep all night on a summer day after a long slog and massive feast would wear on you. Dawn, however, looked unaffected, fair, and in control.

Like before, Owen was the first to drop, having exhausted himself with dancing. And right after, Gwen and Trent started flirting. Seeing that, I hummed. "I must remember to remind Trent to stock up on his meds,"

It turned out that Trent became nine-obsessed during Total Drama Action because he was on medication for it. He ran out in the two days between the wild goose chase for the million-dollar briefcase and couldn't get more before getting dragged onto the bus for the start of season two. He got the meds only after he got eliminated before appearing in the first Aftermath episode.

Just then, I noticed Lindsay standing on her head. And everyone else saw this too.

"What are you doing?" Gwen asked.

"Trying to get the blood to rush to my head," Lindsay answered with a smile. "Heh, I think it's working."

Ella stepped up next to the Bombshell. "May I try?"

"Sure!" Lindsay encouraged, and Ella gracefully twirled into a handstand. Unfortunately, this caused her shirt to overturn and gave Dave, sitting closest to the princess, a peek at her underwear. The Germaphobe yelped and shielded his eyes with his bowler hat; blushing hard, Ella gasped, blushed, and stood up straight. "My apologies," and she ran off.

Sugar watched Ella leave and started laughing loudly with snorts.

Duncan snorted too. "I wouldn't be frightened by that little patch of heaven,"

Anne Maria scoffed. "That's because you don't have class," she burped.

Meanwhile, I called to Lindsay, "That doesn't work, Lindsay; blood usually doesn't rush to your head when upside down."

Dawn nodded. "There are several health benefits from a yoga headstand. Such as aid to digestion, balancing hormones which can improve one's mood, reducing back pain, strengthening arms, shoulders and core muscles, decreasing fluids in the lower body, and healthier hair and skin."

Bridgette nodded. "It's true. But I wouldn't recommend trying doing it for more than a minute if you're a beginner."

I looked up at Dawn. "Do you do it regularly?"

"Twice a day for five minutes," she answered.

I gave a playful smirk. "No wonder you look so radiant," Dawn blushed and darted her head away. I felt pleasantly warmer seeing her react so cutely.

In the corner of my eye, I noticed Heather and Sugar give subtle scowls.

When Ella returned, looking mortified, Heather walked over to her and Lindsay. "Can I talk to you two for a sec?"

I kept my eye on them as they walked out of earshot of everyone else other than the camera following them. "I wondered if Ella would replace Beth in Heather's alliance."

Suddenly Sugar called over. "What are you hollering about, Hunky? Who's this, Beth girl? Somebody, I ought to know?"

I gulped and thought of something on the fly. "Just something from a dream,"

Sugar grinned. "Was it a nice dream? Was I in it?"

Noah scoffed. "I'm pretty sure those ideas are incompatible," Sugar proceeded to punch the Bookworm. The blow went so hard that Noah was out cold.

Anne Maria stood up. "Okay, Porkchops, if you're going to sabretooth the other team, I'm leaving to get some beauty in the cabin,"

Courtney got to her feet. "You're quitting?"

"Like I said, I need to keep my hotness up,"

Dawn cleared her throat. "You don't have to overexaggerate your appearance to find a worthy partner, Anne Maria. In fact, it may be off-putting to some. Your abandonment issues from being adopted, not knowing your biological father, and your adoptive father throwing you out after his wife died, have developed into a subconscious clinging nature that will only worsen whenever you face rejections."

Anne Maria's eye twitched. "How the Jersey Devil do you know about that?"

"I read people's auras," Dawn explained. "And yours appears like a bunch of makeup smears,"

The Jerseyite huffed. "You know what? I already quit this popsicle stand; I ain't taking lip from any Gopher," and she flaunted away.

I looked at Heather again, who currently leaned into Lindsay, no doubt laying down the rule that the Bombshell couldn't date Tyler. A thought occurred to me. "I wonder how Heather will handle Ella's crush on Dave?" I murmured. "I really need to show Heather there's more to life than popularity,"

Dawn nodded. "Indeed, Heather's focus on external dominance of your surroundings has led to a deficiency of her internal well-being. Deep down, she wishes to be a good person but lacks role models. This foremost desire is often superseded by commanding goals and the latest trends. Underneath that, she wants true affectionate love and self-happiness. If left unchecked, Heather may spend her life selfishly striving to be at the top of something which, in truth, does not exist,"

All this talk about other people's personal issues started unnerving me, so I decided to ask something better regarding the challenge. "So how come you don't look tired? I know we both avoided the real fattening and sleep-inducing foods, but I'd think we'd both still be pretty exhausted."

"It's simply a matter of mind over body," Dawn explained as she took a deep breath through her nose and let it out through her mouth. "Plus, I'm using my qi to help stabilise my body and relieve fatigue."

I raised an eyebrow. "Qi? Isn't that an anime thing?"

Dawn giggled. "No, not exactly. Universal life energy helps sustain our bodies and everything around us. It's what connects us all as beings of mother nature."

"Huh, that sounds really cool," I complimented, earning a light dust of pink on Dawn's cheeks. "So, is qi what allows you to read auras, talk to animals, and appear out of nowhere."

"More or less," Dawn said, holding her finger to reveal a ladybug crawling on it. "I don't know where it came from. Neither my parents, grandparents, nor the great-grandmother I remember had these abilities, nor are there any family legends,"

"Well," I replied. "That just makes you even more unique and fascinating,"

About half an hour later, Eva stood up. "I'm going to the bathroom," as she walked away, her MP3 player dropped from her pocket.

Before Heather could take her chance, I yelled, "Hey, Eva? Your MP3 just fell out of your pocket," the female bruiser paused and looked behind her. Eva picked the device up and secured it. "Thanks," she said bluntly and walked away. Heather gave me a scowl.

Time ticked on. Owen, Noah, and Dave became Snoozing Gophers. At the same time, Bridgette had succumbed to exhaustion around the firepit, and Anne Maria was fast asleep in her bed, like before Courtney attempted to run on the spot.

"Congratulations, campers!" Chris said. Chef came dressed in the pink sheep costume and carrying the harp.

"You've made it to the twenty-four-hour mark. Time to take things up a notch!" we all watched Chris pull a sheet off to reveal a large stack of books. "Fairy Tales!"

Ella gasped. "Yay!" she clapped. Heather glared at the princess.

"Oh, he's not serious!" Gwen complained.

Chris then cleared his throat and got ready to read, and Chef strummed the harp. A few giggles bounded about, to which Chef growled. Chris ignored this and started reading from the book. "Once upon a time, there was inside this boring kingdom a boring village," he recited it with deliberate pauses. "And inside this boring, sleepy village filled with very boring children that did very boring things."

Ella yawned. "This isn't one I'm familiar with," she mumbled.

To keep myself from nodding off like last time, I remembered how I mistakenly used Owen's posterior as a pillow and got a closeup gassing. The memories of the smell, horrifying as they were, kept me awake through Chef's Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy. DJ, and the tree still collapsed, which Dawn frowned at. Ella joined Hatchet, only to stumble and fall to the ground, falling asleep instantly.

Sugar chuckled and waved. "Nighty night, Dressy," soon after, Lindsay fell backwards and lost consciousness.

Gwen and Trent had their back-and-forth question time a little later, and Owen went sleepwalking.

After around fifty-one hours, I restarted the aura discussion. "What determines a person's aura? Do darker colours mean bad people and lighter colours good?"

"No, it's not that simple," Dawn explained. "While yes, a colour like black and grey can mean someone is evil or wicked, it could also just mean they are strong, bold, or mysterious. Aura colours show a person's personality, not their morality. While the shape or pattern of an aura is determined by the person's emotions and how they feel."

"Oh, I think I get it now. So, what's my aura like?"

"It's a very blueish-indigo with spots of white, orange, deep reds. It tells me you're a trustworthy, smart, faithful, creative person with high spirituality," I responded with one of my goofy buckteeth grins. Then a heaviness overtook me, and I passed out.

Apparently, I slept for thirty-four hours, as when I came to, Duncan was testing out the warm water trick on Harold, making it the eighty-five-hour mark. Instead of Noah kissing my ear, Ella cuddled and kissed Dave on the cheek. Neither of them woke screaming, and truthfully it looked adorable.

Dawn, Duncan, Eva, Gwen, Heather, Trent, and Sugar were still solidly awake. And then Chris pulled out the pop-up book. Like before, Heather, Eva and Trent went out like lights. I figured there would be a couple of hours to go with the extra two, so I showered and breakfasted.

As I returned from the waterfall, I saw Duncan and a camera crew enter the bathroom. I returned to the firepit for the memo to reach Chris and Gwen to drop. Leaving Dawn and Sugar as the last of each team standing.

The mysterious girl still lacked signs of tiredness. She had no bags under her eyes, not yawning, and her body didn't smell.

On the other hand, the Pageant Queen looked even uglier with ragged hair, running makeup, and bulbous bags. Sugar yelled defiantly. "I ain't leaving till I hear the chapter bout good old Dixieland,"

Dawn raised an eyebrow. "Do you mean the Confederate States of America?"

"Yeah, and?"

Dave stirred and blinked, realising the situation and what Sugar had said. "Sugar, it's a History of Canada that Chris is reading. Who do you think he is? D. W. Griffith?"

Sugar tilted her head as if I spoke gibberish. "What are you saying?"

Noah, now awake, sat up and commented, "We have the Queen of England on our twenty-dollar bill. What do you think that signifies?"

Sugar blinked and went still. Seconds later, she went crossed-eyed and keeled over.

Noah chuckled. "I guess thinking hard was too much for her,"

"And that's it, people!" Chris announced loudly to everyone as he went over to Dawn and gestured both of her hands on it. "Dawn is still awake! The winning team of the Awake-A-Thon is the Screaming Gophers!"

I knelt down beside her. "You did it, Dawn! You won!" when she didn't answer, I raised an eyebrow. "Dawn?" I light poked her shoulder, only for her to fall over; quickly, I rolled her Dawn onto her back and found her eyes shut and lightly snoring.

Chris leaned over my shoulder. "Wow, holding out to the last second," he chuckled while I ensured Dawn was uninjured. "Impressive."

Gently I lifted Dawn up and cradled her in my arms. "Get some rest, Dawn, you've more than earned it," she snuggled closer, so I held her tight as I headed towards the cabins. As he passed by the team, Noah and Trent gave me a thumbs-up, making me blush. "After I've sorted Dawn out, we'd better find Owen."

Since we were at the stage when strategic voting was unnecessary, the Bass voted based on their own opinions. Heather didn't get another chance to sabotage Eva, though she apparently got at least one vote. It came down to Anne Maria and Sugar. The Jerseyite for quitting the challenge, and Sugar for her disgustingness and stupidity, the former displayed on day one, and the latter showcased in this challenge.

As if my silent prayers were answered, Sugar was eliminated.

On the Dock of Shame, the Pageant Queen grumbled. "I firmly believe competitions should be judged not on votes or points. But on personality and talent. Which means I shouldn't be leaving on this boat."

Ella walked up and took her head. "Don't be sad, Sugar. Be glad for the good times you've enjoyed,"

Sugar gritted her teeth and smacked Ella's hand away. "Cram that song hole of yours, Dressy. That innocent little goodie-two-shoes act never worked on me. I've seen it dozens of times at pageants since I was three. A no-good stuck-up strumpet trying to worm herself into people's hearts before backstabbing them!"

Ella gasped while nursing her hand. "Sugar? You really think I'm that?"

"I know it! And soon everybody on this here camp is going to know it too,"

"I'm not that at all," Ella insisted. "I only wish to make people happy in my special way. My mother always tells me, make life into your own fairy tale,"

"And you know what?" Sugar said, looming over. "Them fairy stories are as fake as you are," and she climbed onto the Boat of Losers.

When the boat disappeared, Ella buried her face in her hand and sobbed. Heather and Lindsay comforted her.