AN: Hey everyone, I am back with another fanfiction! It is a bit like the show I'm A Celebrity… Get Me Out Of Here (as you can probably tell by the title) but the Koopalings star in it. To anyone who is familiar with I'm A Celeb, you might think it's weird that I'm writing about it now when it finished ages ago. I highly recommend watching I'm A Celeb if you've never seen it because it's my favourite reality show and it's very entertaining. Anyway, enjoy the first chapter! :))
Chapter 1 - Well Earned Peace
I sighed heavily as I was taken away on a journey into relaxation. Both my mind and my body were free from all harm and all evil as I lay here in this position. I wasn't asleep, no. Instead, I was enjoying a lovely, hot bath with all sorts of different cosmetics either fizzing or popping around me whilst I basked in the warm water.
I personally thought that taking baths was way better because taking showers often caused me excessive pain. Not because of the force of the water, I mean the force of the water hitting the ground was painful for me because of the intolerable noise, and partly, I'm quite embarrassed to say this, but I was too lazy to stand up and so I started taking baths instead. I normally preferred to wash in a comforting silence rather than to be put through mental pain because doing the opposite violently could result in me changing my perspective of the world forever.
As I loosened up with the hot, bubbly water comforting me on all sides, I let out a yawn and stretched out my fingers. I was utterly exhausted after a long and somewhat agonising day at school and I felt like I more than deserved warmth and silence. I hated school with a burning passion and I always cast a despising glare at the building every time I entered because that dump was the very reason why I became so sensitive to certain eruptions of noise.
Most of all, I hated having the feeling like I was forced to go there by being shackled by my hands and feet and being dragged there, so for me, school was literal torture. However, the only people who kept me going were my three closest friends, Larry Riley, Jesse Nightingale and Jordan Redflame. They were always so lovely and fun to be around, they made me laugh every day and the best part was that when my Hyperacusis was kicking in and I became really stressed out, they always supported me through it and I was very grateful for them being there through those tough times.
Normally, when I was busy cleaning my house or doing something different, I preferred to do so without making any noise to prevent me from facing pain and headaches. Most people called me boring because I did everything quietly, but I didn't care. I didn't think that being silent was boring, but even if I did think that, then I would just make do with it, since it was for my own good.
I strained to sit up in the bath and looked at my hands. I noticed that my fingers were wrinkled from being in the water for so long and I had finished washing myself a little while ago, so I rose unsteadily to my feet, stepped over and onto the mat and wrapped a warm towel around my body. I sat down on the toilet seat and began to think about what I should do when I was all dry. Hmm. What was a fun but relaxing thing to do on a Friday night?
I began to feel quite tired and I felt like going straight to bed, but I knew that it was still too early to settle down for the night. What about snuggling up on the sofa and putting something on the TV? Oh, that would be a great moment to let my body switch off after all the torture I had faced four hours ago. Eager to go downstairs and curl into a ball of exhaustion, I dried myself quickly and put on some cosy pyjamas. I stumbled down the stairs and into the kitchen.
It was dark in there and the streetlights from outside were shining through the window and onto the wall. I felt around behind the fridge for the light switch and soon, the kitchen was illuminated with light. Blinking at the brightness, I walked over to the cupboard, took out a mug and pushed down the switch on the kettle. After a couple of seconds, the water began to boil and the sound of thumping and bubbling filled my ears.
Not wanting the sound to make me feel uncomfortable, I walked into the living room, sprawled out on the sofa and turned the TV to on demand mode. The first show that came up on the recommended page was I'm A Koopa. This was a show that I thought was very entertaining and fun to watch and I had watched nearly every single series.
Basically, it was a reality show where twelve random teenagers were flown to Australia and they were stranded in the jungle to survive for three weeks. To keep them busy, the presenters sent them off on tough and disgusting trials to earn stars and the more stars they got on that trial, the better the quality of their dinner was going to be. Sometimes the trials were done solo, some of them involved the whole camp.
The thing I loved most about that show was seeing the eating trials where they had to eat absolutely vile things like fish eyes, cockroaches, mealworms, pig's testicles and cow's penis. Yes, that was actually my favourite bit, however, it wasn't very good to watch whilst eating. I had noticed that every year, all the contestants had their own friend groups and there were always the bratty, mean girls, the arrogant guys who acted like they knew what they were doing all the time when they actually didn't and the nice and helpful people who were often ignored by the negative people.
I thought that it was funny watching a bratty girl interfering with a nice girl during a trial because one of them was screaming, "Oh, my god, my hair! My beautiful face is covered in crap!" whilst the other one was just ignoring all the pungence and the creepy crawlies and getting on with the trial without caring about her appearance.
It was always the bratty girls and the arrogant boys who got voted off the show first because it was plain to see that they wouldn't get better at dealing with vermin and it was normally one of the nice people who became the king or queen of the jungle because not only were they successful in the trials, but they were very kind and supportive campmates.
Everytime I watched I'm A Koopa, I always tried to put myself in one of the contestant's shoes and I wondered what it would be like if I went on there.
How long would I stay there for? Would I be able to cope with only eating meat for three weeks every dinnertime? At that moment, I was snapped out of my thoughts because I heard the switch of the kettle flick up from the kitchen and I rushed out of the living room.
I found some Belgian chocolate powder and within a few minutes, I had conjured up a lovely Belgian hot chocolate for a relaxing Friday night. Placing the mug of the sweet beverage on the coffee table, I lay back and sighed heavily. I pressed play on the first episode of I'm A Koopa from last year and as I went to take a sip of my hot chocolate, I noticed a comb on the table, so I picked it up and I started gently combing my wet locks of hair.
I stretched my legs across the sofa, nestled my head into the scatter cushions and focused on the TV screen. Another thing I loved about this show was the theme tune. It involved all sorts of funky Australian instruments and in my opinion, it was a theme tune that I never got bored of listening to. No sooner had the show actually started, when something scared me out of my wits. My phone was ringing and lighting up.
Looking over one of the arms of the sofa, I began to worry because I saw that it was a random number that I didn't recognise. Part of me thought that I should just let it ring out or maybe I could instantly hang up, but part of me also wanted to see what the call was about. Taking a deep breath, I picked up my phone and pressed the 'accept call' button.
"H-Hello?" I said nervously, half expecting it to be a scammer or someone else.
"Hello." came a male voice from the other side of the phone. I was relieved to hear that it wasn't some Southeast Asian scammer like I was expecting. Just by hearing the man say hello, I recognised his voice and his Newcastle upon Tyne accent immediately. I couldn't believe it, for it was one of the presenters of I'm A Koopa! I was in such a state of shock that all I could do was sit there open mouthed without saying a word.
"We are calling to ask you a few very important questions about your personal information, but please don't worry; you can trust us." the presenter said. "What is your name?"
"Ludwig Dimitrov." I replied, still wondering if I was in a dream.
"Good, now could you please give us your address?"
"29 Birchwood Close." I said. "I-In Quinstone in Dorset."
"All right, thank you, Ludwig." the presenter said. "Now that the personal questions are out of the way, we would like to ask you the most important question of all."
"Okay." I tried to keep my breathing under control and I squirmed uncomfortably on the sofa. "What's the question?"
"Would you be honoured to take part in this year's series of I'm A Koopa…Get Me Out Of Here?"
AN: And the first chapter of this story is done! Yay! Hope you enjoyed reading the chapter and have an awesome day :))
