And now...oh no. It's prison movie time, isn't it? Come on, when is it the horror movie challenge? Oh well, at least hospital's after this one. Thanks for reviewing, shahmeeralikhokhar, Ravenclaw Slytherin (the former house name is mine) and Gage the Hedgehog.

We took a break for the next two days. None of us knew until our eliminations about the Aftermath show that Geoff and Bridgette were hosting, but later on we found out we had more breaks when that was airing.

The next morning, Chris woke us with a horn, but we were locked in. Lindsay struggled with the door. Gwen started panicking about her claustrophobia.

"Look up there!" I pointed to the roof. There was a tiny little vent that we could open and have someone get through.

We all looked at Heather. "What?"

Gwen smirked. "Of course, only the toothpickiest of us is going to fit through that vent. I'm talking model-thin. And surely the most athletic of us would want to show off her natural sleekness."

Heather fell for it. "For once, I agree with you. I'll do it."

But Chris let us out in the end. According to him, being locked in the trailers was a little warm up for...prison flick challenge day.

"Seriously?" I groaned. "So I have to assume that this challenge is like every prison flick? Meaning less interesting than my little sister's crusades?" (Lisa Simpson, queen of crusades for just about everything – vegetarianism, conservation, feminism...the list is too long). Everyone else groaned, too.

"Lovely." Heather said sarcastically. "At least we've got the only actual ex-con on our team."

Right. Remind me to put that on the list of disadvantages I got when Trent picked me to be on the Killer Grips.
However, as Duncan admitted, it was only juvie, not prison. And the first challenge wasn't something Duncan would be able to do.

Chris led us into a dark set with two cells. First, we had to pick someone to lock up on the other team.

"It's in the bag." Justin whispered to our team. "Gwen owes us."

"But what if locking her up means she's out of the challenge, though?" Beth protested.

"That's a good point, Beth." I said, still not sure if I wanted the advantage that would hurt my friend in the process. "But then again, don't forget, Gwen's claustrophobic. If she's in the challenge, she'll be the one to freak out. Think about who's going to lose it first."

We chose Gwen (who gulped when Beth winked, reminding her that she owed us. They picked Lindsay, and then Chris told us what the challenge was.

We had the junk from the garbage to give to the other contestant, making it as disgusting as possible. Whoever barfed first lost.

"I...I can't!" Lindsay protested as Chef herded her into the cell. "I'm innocent, I tell you! Innocent!" But the other team had picked her. We were all worried too. Lindsay would be useless.

The reward for the winning team was a shovel. I guessed that it was something to do with digging ourselves out of prison. So we began turning the food for Gwen into something so disgusting, I almost hurled. Hair from Beth's hairbrush, Owen's dandruff...I even scraped some dirt that kept getting into my fingernails and put it in (don't judge me! These challenges weren't easy to keep clean in).

We seemed to be lucky, though. Lindsay took one bite and exclaimed "Wow, that is...delicious!"

I gagged. "Toenail clippings and horse lips, delicious? Lindsay, have you gone insane?"

But whatever happened, Lindsay barfed first. Gwen found Beth's retainer in her food, and Beth put it back in her mouth. Lindsay couldn't take it.

Next up was the elimination challenge. "Sorry, Gwen." I whispered as she passed. It would be that much harder for her to throw a challenge.

But there was another problem having come up. Heather was looking at Gwen suspiciously, and then she glanced at me, again with a suspicious look.

"Listen," I hissed to my team, "I think Heather might be onto us. We can't keep this up forever."

The challenge began with everyone except one person getting into the laundry cart, while the last person went through an obstacle course, pushing the cart. When they got to the wall, we would dig for freedom. Whoever got there last would go to elimination.

Gwen dissuaded DJ from doing the pushing,and offered to do it herself, winking at us.

"The girl is seriously sketchy." Heather remarked coldly. "I, for one, refuse to trust her."

"I trust anyone more than I trust you!" Leshawna retorted. "Now get up in that cart and shut it, Miss Sourpuss-Imma-vote-you-off-next."

"Seriously, Heather, shut it." Duncan added simply.

Yeah, we were really lucky that Heather was the only one on to Gwen. No one on her team believed her.

Owen claimed his trick knee was acting up, and Justin insisted we needed a girl to push so it looked even. He looked at each of us. But before he could say anything to the others, I said quickly "I'll do it! Lindsay's already been through enough today, and no offense, Beth, but you're kind of...small."

But no matter who had been pushing, I was going slower than Gwen, since Owen was so heavy. But finally, Beth yelled out "Wow, Gwen! You're going faster than Trent ever could!" And Gwen skidded to a stop, letting us pass.

I was feeling uncomfortable about the cheating thing, but I didn't say a word. We got to the wall first.

We had to dig our way out with dessert spoons. Even worse, Justin wouldn't even help, and who was going to tell him off? Whenever I turned, intending to tell him to stop being lazy, he'd just look at me with those amazing eyes, and I'd completely forget to yell at him.

But even with Justin's laziness we got out first. We all started cheering, but then we heard another voice.

"We won! We won!"

A girl with new buck teeth and a crazy glint in her eye bounded up to us. "All right, Killer Grips! High-five!"

The rest of the team looked surprised, but I smiled and high-fived her. "Hey, Izzy."

Lindsay blinked. "We voted you off!"

Izzy shook her head. "You voted off Kalideoscope." So officially, Izzy was still in the game, and we had an old team member back.

That evening, at dinner, Owen and Izzy stared at each other the whole time. "If people were food," Owen told her, "You'd be dessert. Chocolate-covered chocolate with chocolate sauce and sprinkles."

Izzy giggled. "That is so nice, Owen! You're banana split with, like, twenty-six bananas and a whole lot of split."

That evening, I called Gwen out to talk to me privately. "Are you going to be kicked off?" I asked anxiously. "I know we made you throw the challenge, but I've been worried about it all day."

Gwen gave a sigh. "I know. Heather says I'll be kicked off, but I don't know if anyone will listen to her. I know, I promised to vote myself off, but I still need two more people to make it a sure thing."

I gave my fellow goth girl a hug. "Well, if you are gone, I'm sorry about my team."

Gwen was voted off, of course. When the girls got back to the trailers, only Heather and Leshawna were there.

And so starts the downward slope of Gwen's decline in character. This was definitely not her season.