Carrie White sighed to herself as the admittedly very nice speedboat she was on rocked violently once again due to hitting a wave or something. She doubted the rest of the contestants boat rides were this bumpy; just something else to chalk up to the old Carrie White luck.
Carrie, for the umpteenth time this morning, looked around the cabin of the boat. The ride to the resort hotel waiting for the contestants was apparently a long one, as it had taken all morning just to get there. The inside of the boat was nice, as she stated before, but it was incredibly sparse, leaving not much to occupy the mind with.
She apparently wasn't allowed to look at the lake scenery zooming by the boat, nor was the boat driver dressed in flannel shirt and khakis allowed to talk to her. Carrie, however, suspected that the driver simply didn't want to talk to any of the teenage contestants... or, at the very least, her.
Carrie tried to think of something to occupy her mind with, but the only thing she could think of was her last few moments in home town of Chamberlain, Maine. Her mother's voice, fresh off the rage of finding out her daughter had signed up for a Canadian reality show, still echoed throughout her mind. "Never darken my doorstep again, Carrietta!", she had bellowed, then slammed the door in her daughter's face.
Carrie bit back tears at the memory of that awful day, before steeling herself. All she had to do was fly under the radar of everyone else, and then win the game. Doubt, however, began to creep into her skull. She didn't know exactly how the reality show competition would be played; the online application forms had been oddly vague on that subject. And, besides, how in the world was Carrie White supposed to win a popular, reality TV competition?
She sighed once again. Well, at the very least, it got her away from her dreaded life back in Maine for a summer.
It was then she noticed that the boat seemed to be slowing down. "We're here.", said the driver, tersely. "Please make your way to the front of the boat."
Carrie obediently grabbed her suitcase (a bulky, box-like thing that had once belonged to her father), and began to lug it to the front of the boat. She exited the cabin, and entered into the sunlight of the bow of the boat.
She felt her jaw drop at the sight of what awaited her for the summer. The 'five-star resort' they were to be staying at was in fact a run-down summer camp. Though, they were on an island; at least that was accurate to the application forms, she thought bitterly. Carrie forced back more tears once again; the good ol' Carrie White luck.
She then tried to haul her gigantic suitcase over the railing of the boat... and failed. She tripped over her own feet due to the weight of the damned thing, and feel on her knee onto the dock.
She heard a couple of the other teenagers who were already here snicker at her escapade as she got back up on her feet. She looked around at the myriad of teenagers looking at her; the cameraman nearby filming everything, no doubt being broadcast to her laughing classmates back at Chamberlain; and a rickety old sign on the dock that read, 'Camp Wawanawkwa."
There was also a man there; a man who made Carrie embarrassingly blush when she caught sight of him. She recognized the face from a lot of tabloid magazines she had smuggled into her house under Mama's nose. She fought back the blush, as Chris McLean himself introduced her.
"And our final contestant is Carrie.", said Chris, motioning to her. "How does it feel to be here?"
Carrie looked down, lest she blush again. "Good.", she muttered.
Chris, who was apparently expecting exuberance, frowned slightly. He shrugged, then pulled out a disposable camera. "Whatever. Before we actually begin the competition, we need to take a pic for the promos. Everyone to the end of the dock." Chris proceeded to jump on to Carrie's still docked boat, and angle the camera's shot.
The rest of the contestants filed over to where Carrie was, most of them keeping a wide berth between them and her freaky demeanor and clothes. Only an Asian girl wearing what Mama would call 'devil clothes' outright sneered at her and bumped into her.
Carrie herself made herself as discreet as possible at the very edge of the picture's frame. She then tried her best to smile.
It looked like her luck had one last surprise for her that morning. As soon as Chris stopped fiddling with the camera, the dock all twenty-three campers were standing on gave completely out. She, as well as the rest of her now fellow campers, were dunked into lake.
Chris then gave them the chance to use ten minutes to dry off, then meet at the campfire pit to do some sort of opening introductions.
Of course, with everyone scrambling for a towel from a group of interns dressed in the same flannel and khakis of Carrie's boat driver, Carrie was only able to dry herself off in three minutes.
Not that this did anything for her still soaked clothes. She was forced to trudge in her drenched shoes up to the campfire pit, squelching all the way.
She thought back on this as she looked in the cracked mirror of the communal bathrooms. She was busy drying her still dripping hair with some of the paper towels provided in the restroom.
At least at the campfire pit, Carrie was able to find out a little about the game she was playing. There would be two teams, and ever day there would be a challenge. The team that loses the challenge will have to vote someone off the island.
This will presumably continue until only one camper was remaining, who would win the cash prize.
Carrie had been put on the Screaming Gophers team; no doubt this will cause a lot of laughter from the Ultras back in Chamberlain High.
Carrie finished drying her hair. She turned to leave seeing a large rat scamper across the concrete floor. She shuddered in disgust, then left the building.
She walked back to the Gopher cabin, and entered the girls' side. Most of the other girls paid her no mind, except for Heather who whispered something in Lindsay's ear.
It was undoubtedly some kind of insult, as Lindsay snickered and said, "Stop it. That's mean."
Carrie sighed internally, then walked towards the bunk bed she had previously picked out. She passed by a scowling Gwen and a sniffling Katie, before she made it to her bunk.
She stopped for a moment; someone's suitcase was sitting on her bunk bed. Carrie looked over and cringed; she had put that bulky suitcase in a place where it wouldn't be easily seen.
Leshawna walked up to the bunk bed, as the unfamiliar suitcase was apparently hers.
"What's wrong?", said the girl, looking deceptively concerned. She then finally took notice of Carrie's suitcase.
"Oh, sorry, girl.", said Leshawna, waving her hand casually. "I didn't know this was your bunk."
Carrie looked down, and muttered, "It's OK. I'll move."
"Oh, no, it's fine. Leshawna ain't going to kick someone out of their own bed."
Carrie edged towards the bed. Why is she being so nice to me? Isn't she weirded out by me?
Convinced now that this was some sort of trick, that a prank was waiting on the bed, she hefted up her suitcase and muttered again, "I don't want any trouble."
She then left a highly confused Leshawna to find another bunk.
"Listen up! I serve it three times a day, and you will eat it three times a day! So grab a tray, get your food, and sit your butts down now!"
After the camp cook's opening monologue, Carrie din't cause trouble with him. Some, like Gwen or Beth, openly questioned the food's actual edibility... and got screamed at.
Carrie took her tray silently, and sat down by herself at the edge of the Gopher's table. The sloppy joes provided for them were disgusting, but she forced it down anyway.
After a while, Chris came in to tell them that their first challenge will be in twenty minutes. As everyone got up to follow the host, she heard Katie mutter, "What do you think they'll make us do?"
A big, black teen from the Bass who's name Carrie didn't get said, "It's our first challenge, how hard can it be?"
Everyone else seemed to take comfort in this, except Carrie.
The good ol' Carrie luck, was her only thought...
Like my other fic, Killer Bass Victorious!, this is a fanfic that I've been trying to get off the ground off and on for a while now.
Now that I've finally completed the Killer Bass fic, I thought this idea was worth another shot as well.
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