Sorry I haven't updated but I have three chapters for you today so I hope you enjoy!
Gwen's POV:
The bullhorn actually awoke me this time. Thankful that I hadn't been awoken por an argument, I hopped off the topo, início bunk and proceeded to dress. While putting my clothes on, I realized that neither Heather or Courtney was on the laptop. Instead Sierra was typing on it, probably posting a real Tweeder update for once. We all walked out to the clearing and was greeted por a smiling DJ.
"Hey Deej." I greeted happily.
"Feeling better, man?" Duncan asked him. DJ nodded.
"Yeah. I called Mama yesterday, and she said her spice was safe." He replied. I decided I just didn't want to know and to just give my attention to Chris.
"The first part of today's challenge begins here." Chris began, "Each team will be sent into the mess hall cozinha to try and snag some comida without getting mauled por the big hungry urso we put in there." He explained with a smile. I didn't want to, but I couldn't help but look back at the mess hall. There was a loud growl, and then the sound of dishes breaking. I swallowed hard.
"Are you serious?" I yelled.
"That thing could kill us!" Heather pointed out.
"And this surprises you because..." Duncan trailed off.
"Even if the urso did kill you, I couldn't be held liable." Chris informed us.
Confessional
Chris: Contracts! *laughs*
End Confessional
"Now Go!" He said. The two teams scampered off in separate directions, us towards the confessional, the Cavemen towards the mess hall.
"Alright, we need a plan of attack!" Courtney said fiercely.
"Why? We've got mais people on our side!" LeShawna pointed out.
"Yeah, but we don't have the experienced thief!" Heather whisper-yelled.
"That's right," I agreed, "Duncan's experienced at this type of stuff."
"Well, what do you think he has planned?" Cody asked me.
"How should I know? Like I said, I'm no criminal." I whispered.
"Oh, come on, Gwen, you guys practically read each other's minds...like me and Cody!" Sierra said, again trying to kiss Cody. I ignored them, and instead thought hard about what I we should do.
"Well, I'd send the smallest one in first, because the urso might not notice them right away." I explained. Without a word, we all turned and stared at Cody.
"What?" He asked.
Twenty minutos later, we were all sitting on the ceiling of the mess hall. I was tying a piece of the rope we had scavenged from yesterday around Cody's torso while LeShawna and Courtney worked on putting a hole in the ceiling.
"Um are you sure about this, Gwen?" Cody asked.
"Yeah."
"Just snoop around the cozinha and grab as much comida as you can." Heather commanded him. He nodded and we prepared to lower him down into the hole we had finally finished.
"Hey, be careful with him!" Sierra yelled harshly.
"Quiet, Sierra. You wouldn't want to upset the urso in there, would you?" Courtney whispered as she pointed down into the hole. Sierra gasped in horror and pretended to zip her mouth shut. por now, I had started to lower Cody down into the hole, and was dropping the rope about six inches each time. Sierra was sitting seguinte to me on the roof and cringing every time I let some of the rope go. Eventually, I could see Cody's sneakers touch the floor. We watched him as he quietly tiptoed around the kitchen, occasionally grabbing a comida or two. We suddenly heard the urso growl and saw it's paw swipe at something. Noah appeared, screaming at his two armfuls of food.
"Get me up, Get me up!" Cody screamed frantically while tugging on the rope.
"Don't drop something, boy!" LeShawna yelled down to him. I began to pull him up as slowly as I let him down, but Sierra yanked the rope from my hand and pulled him up faster than the speed of light, probably losing a few cans of comida in the process. But, Cody was safe.
"Cody!" Sierra screeched, throwing her arms over the boy. As bad as it sounds, the rest of us were mais focused on what comida items her bought as we hopped off the topo, início of the building. We walked to Chris in the distance at the same time that the other team was. With the Killer Cavemen was their food, of course, and a horrible-looking Noah. He basically looked like Ezekiel did when we found him as Jack The Ripper, although Noah wasn't exactly green.
"Looks like you had a fun time with the bear." Chris said laughingly.
"Aw man, we should've sent DJ in there. His curse would've knocked that urso out in seconds!" Duncan explained. DJ shook his head.
"Uh-uh. No way man could I have tried to hurt that poor little creature." DJ declined.
"Count up your food!" Chris called as he walked away. We dropped all of the comida items we had in our arms onto the grass.
"Ugh, I really hope we don't have to eat this now." Heather said, looking disgustedly at the food.
"If the comida looked like this when Chef cooked it, I might actually eat it." I said. Duncan must've heard me, because he started laughing. I turned to look at him.
"Haha, no kidding, sweetheart! If this comida still looked like it did now-"
"Oh, I know, dude!" Geoff interrupted, causing Duncan to glare disapprovingly at him.
"Whatever, honey." Duncan said derisively before turning back to his team. I sighed heavily and looked back to my team as well.
Confessional
Geoff: Look, Dude. I don't have a problem with Duncan. I don't have a problem with his girl. What I do have a problem with is him being focused on her instead of on the game!
End Confessional
Chris walked over to us.
"Screaming Squids, what is your grand total?" He asked us loudly. Courtney was just about done with counting when she turned to Chris.
"Forty-seven items." She said with her eyes closed and her mouth upturned in a sweet smile. The other team just started cheering.
"Oh yeah, man! Fifty!" Duncan announced proudly.
"What? That's impossible. Let me count..." Courtney said as she barged over to their circle. Duncan nudged her away lightly.
"I don't think so, sister!" He said. They glared at each other for a moment.
"Fine! Be expecting another call from my lawyers." Courtney muttered before twirling around dramatically and strutting back over to us.
"Well then I guess you guys win this!" Chris announced to our rivals. He stepped aside to reveal a long, rectangular...table? The Cavemen looked just as confused as we did.
"What are we supposed to use a mesa, tabela for?" Bridgette asked, obviously unimpressed at their reward.
"Trust me, it's an advantage you'll value in the seguinte challenge." Chris said with a wink.
"Which would be what, a comida fight?" Noah asked with a laugh. Chris put an index finger on his nose.
"Precisely, my friend." He said right to Noah's face.
"What?" Every single one of us asked at the same time.
"Follow me." Chris ordered. "Oh, and bring your stuff with you." He said. We slowly but surely picked up all of our comida and followed Chris to the mess hall. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of Geoff and Duncan picking up either side of the table. They were arguing silently, as usual, but this time, I picked up on some of it.
"Dude, she's a distraction!" Geoff whisper-yelled to Duncan as he looked behind him to make sure he could take a step.
"You didn't say that about Courtney first season!" Duncan defended himself.
"Yeah, well, Courtney was on the same team as us, dude!" Geoff exclaimed.
"Come on, Gwen!" Heather called to me. She was already standing at the door of the room. I sped over there with all of the comida I had in my hand. Soon enough, Duncan and Geoff had arrived with their reward, rounding out the teams.
"Okay, so the segundo part of your challenge is indeed an all-out comida fight!" Chris announced. We all cheered. What can we say, comida fights are fun at this age. "But there are a couple rules." Chris continued, which is when we all groaned.
"But comida fights aren't supposed to have rules." Bridgette corrected Chris.
"Yeah." I agreed. Chris ignored us and instead continued talking.
"Each team gets one side of the room. Screaming Squids, you guys get the side nearest to the door. You guys can only use the comida that your team stole. You can, however, use the tables you eat at as shields, because in this comida fight, you do not want to get hit."
"Why not?" Bridgette interrupted.
"Because whichever team gets hit the most are the losers for today." Chris said. "You've got five minutos to fight. GO!" He screamed. We ran right in the door and pushed our mesa, tabela onto its side. They, however, had two tables to block incoming attacks.
"Alright, we throw on my signal." Heather whispered. She peeked out the side of our mesa, tabela for a moment until we heard something go flying through the air.
"Fire!" She yelled at us. I picked up a can of chopped tomatoes, cracked it open, and chucked it across the room. Right after that all of everything broke loose. There was pounding on the other side of our mesa, tabela every few segundos as we just picked up and threw. I myself wasn't getting pummeled por food, I had the occasional piece of espaguete in my hair or mustard stain on my skin, but Sierra was taking a three-course beating. Apparently someone on the other team threw a hamburger patty that landed right on Cody's face, making Fanzilla furious. She was senselessly throwing pretzels and cans of sopa all over the place.
"Sierra!" Heather whined, "Stop!"
"Why should I when they...hurt...my...Cody!" She screamed through gritted teeth, tossing something across the room after just about every anger-ridden word. Suddenly, we saw a pair of caqui, cáqui pants make its way into the room.
"And...time!" Chris called. The air was suddenly clear of aleatório comida soaring through it. "Alright, let's see you little freak-shows!" Chris said. We all knew it was his way of telling us to come out from behind our tables, and so we did just that. Chris inspected each of us from both teams before coming to a conclusion. "Well, today, the winners would be the Screaming Squids, but Sierra's a big enough mess for every one of us combined, plus the unpaid interns. Killer Cavemen win!" He announced. "See you guys at elimination tonight." Chris said, pointing to us as he walked out the door. His raven-haired head popped back through the doorframe a segundo later, though. "But chuveiro first. Please."
"Get out of here!" Heather growled at him. Chris put his arms up defensively before walking away. We all filed out of the mess hall and headed back to our cabins for some clean-up. I didn't shower, considering I didn't get that disgusting. Not to mention Courtney takes about two hours in there. Instead once I was cleaned up, I walked outside to get some air free of the aerosol hairspray - em busca da fama that's one dia going to kill us all. Once outside, I noticed all of the guys were out there already as well. Noah was perched under a árvore and putting band-aids on his arms while an opened book lay seguinte to him on the grass. Geoff and DJ had found a football that actually had air in it I guess, as they were throwing it back and forth to each other. Duncan was leaning on the rickety mural of his cabin, mindlessly flicking his lighter on and off. I walked over to him.
"Hey!" He said rather quietly.
"Hey." I greeted, sitting down seguinte to him. I sat on the wooded dock Indian-style and rested my head on his shoulder. I yawned. "Who knew a comida fight could take so much out of you?" I asked.
"I'm betting waking up at four in the morning doesn't help very much." Duncan offered.
"Ha-ha." I said sarcastically. I don't remember much after that, as I had slowly drifted off to sleep. I was woken up, though, por footsteps loudly making their way up the wooden cabine steps. I was so tired that I didn't even open my eyes.
"Hey dude, want to toss the football with us?" Geoff.
"Uh...don't really think I can get up right now." Duncan said, probably pointing to me.
"Oh, that's cool, see?" Geoff asked. I felt a hand in front of my face, and it snapping. "Hey Gwen, uh, Dudette? Wake up!" Geoff said. I growled internally and opened my eyes.
"It was him." Duncan said almost disappointedly. I sighed and lifted my head up to look at Geoff.
"Campfire ceremony calls." He said motioning to the stairs. I got up and walked down them. I could hear Duncan and Geoff fighting, but I wasn't going to get into it. I walked over to cast my vote and realized I was the first one there, so I went in, casted my vote for Courtney, of course, and waited for the rest of my team. And waited. And waited.
They hadn't arrived until at least a half an hora later. I rolled my eyes. I'm going to kill Party Boy for cutting into my sleep time.
"Courtney?" Heather whispered in my ear. I nodded and we grinned at each other deviously before walking to the campfire, where everyone else was already seated. I immediately noticed there was no tray of marshmallows.
"This...isn't real." I said simply.
"Exactly!" Chris said pointing to me. We all groaned.
"Well what did those Cavepeople win?" LeShawna asked irritably.
"An actual breakfast tomorrow." We all groaned again but Chris ignored us like the narcissistic jerk he is. "Alright, now, go!" He screamed. I got up off of my log and trudged back to my cabine with others while we did the usual routine of putting our pajamas on. I was slowly drifting off to sleep for the segundo time today when I heard the rustle outside my window, and a whisper seep through the crack:
"'Night, Pasty."
Gwen's POV:
The bullhorn actually awoke me this time. Thankful that I hadn't been awoken por an argument, I hopped off the topo, início bunk and proceeded to dress. While putting my clothes on, I realized that neither Heather or Courtney was on the laptop. Instead Sierra was typing on it, probably posting a real Tweeder update for once. We all walked out to the clearing and was greeted por a smiling DJ.
"Hey Deej." I greeted happily.
"Feeling better, man?" Duncan asked him. DJ nodded.
"Yeah. I called Mama yesterday, and she said her spice was safe." He replied. I decided I just didn't want to know and to just give my attention to Chris.
"The first part of today's challenge begins here." Chris began, "Each team will be sent into the mess hall cozinha to try and snag some comida without getting mauled por the big hungry urso we put in there." He explained with a smile. I didn't want to, but I couldn't help but look back at the mess hall. There was a loud growl, and then the sound of dishes breaking. I swallowed hard.
"Are you serious?" I yelled.
"That thing could kill us!" Heather pointed out.
"And this surprises you because..." Duncan trailed off.
"Even if the urso did kill you, I couldn't be held liable." Chris informed us.
Confessional
Chris: Contracts! *laughs*
End Confessional
"Now Go!" He said. The two teams scampered off in separate directions, us towards the confessional, the Cavemen towards the mess hall.
"Alright, we need a plan of attack!" Courtney said fiercely.
"Why? We've got mais people on our side!" LeShawna pointed out.
"Yeah, but we don't have the experienced thief!" Heather whisper-yelled.
"That's right," I agreed, "Duncan's experienced at this type of stuff."
"Well, what do you think he has planned?" Cody asked me.
"How should I know? Like I said, I'm no criminal." I whispered.
"Oh, come on, Gwen, you guys practically read each other's minds...like me and Cody!" Sierra said, again trying to kiss Cody. I ignored them, and instead thought hard about what I we should do.
"Well, I'd send the smallest one in first, because the urso might not notice them right away." I explained. Without a word, we all turned and stared at Cody.
"What?" He asked.
Twenty minutos later, we were all sitting on the ceiling of the mess hall. I was tying a piece of the rope we had scavenged from yesterday around Cody's torso while LeShawna and Courtney worked on putting a hole in the ceiling.
"Um are you sure about this, Gwen?" Cody asked.
"Yeah."
"Just snoop around the cozinha and grab as much comida as you can." Heather commanded him. He nodded and we prepared to lower him down into the hole we had finally finished.
"Hey, be careful with him!" Sierra yelled harshly.
"Quiet, Sierra. You wouldn't want to upset the urso in there, would you?" Courtney whispered as she pointed down into the hole. Sierra gasped in horror and pretended to zip her mouth shut. por now, I had started to lower Cody down into the hole, and was dropping the rope about six inches each time. Sierra was sitting seguinte to me on the roof and cringing every time I let some of the rope go. Eventually, I could see Cody's sneakers touch the floor. We watched him as he quietly tiptoed around the kitchen, occasionally grabbing a comida or two. We suddenly heard the urso growl and saw it's paw swipe at something. Noah appeared, screaming at his two armfuls of food.
"Get me up, Get me up!" Cody screamed frantically while tugging on the rope.
"Don't drop something, boy!" LeShawna yelled down to him. I began to pull him up as slowly as I let him down, but Sierra yanked the rope from my hand and pulled him up faster than the speed of light, probably losing a few cans of comida in the process. But, Cody was safe.
"Cody!" Sierra screeched, throwing her arms over the boy. As bad as it sounds, the rest of us were mais focused on what comida items her bought as we hopped off the topo, início of the building. We walked to Chris in the distance at the same time that the other team was. With the Killer Cavemen was their food, of course, and a horrible-looking Noah. He basically looked like Ezekiel did when we found him as Jack The Ripper, although Noah wasn't exactly green.
"Looks like you had a fun time with the bear." Chris said laughingly.
"Aw man, we should've sent DJ in there. His curse would've knocked that urso out in seconds!" Duncan explained. DJ shook his head.
"Uh-uh. No way man could I have tried to hurt that poor little creature." DJ declined.
"Count up your food!" Chris called as he walked away. We dropped all of the comida items we had in our arms onto the grass.
"Ugh, I really hope we don't have to eat this now." Heather said, looking disgustedly at the food.
"If the comida looked like this when Chef cooked it, I might actually eat it." I said. Duncan must've heard me, because he started laughing. I turned to look at him.
"Haha, no kidding, sweetheart! If this comida still looked like it did now-"
"Oh, I know, dude!" Geoff interrupted, causing Duncan to glare disapprovingly at him.
"Whatever, honey." Duncan said derisively before turning back to his team. I sighed heavily and looked back to my team as well.
Confessional
Geoff: Look, Dude. I don't have a problem with Duncan. I don't have a problem with his girl. What I do have a problem with is him being focused on her instead of on the game!
End Confessional
Chris walked over to us.
"Screaming Squids, what is your grand total?" He asked us loudly. Courtney was just about done with counting when she turned to Chris.
"Forty-seven items." She said with her eyes closed and her mouth upturned in a sweet smile. The other team just started cheering.
"Oh yeah, man! Fifty!" Duncan announced proudly.
"What? That's impossible. Let me count..." Courtney said as she barged over to their circle. Duncan nudged her away lightly.
"I don't think so, sister!" He said. They glared at each other for a moment.
"Fine! Be expecting another call from my lawyers." Courtney muttered before twirling around dramatically and strutting back over to us.
"Well then I guess you guys win this!" Chris announced to our rivals. He stepped aside to reveal a long, rectangular...table? The Cavemen looked just as confused as we did.
"What are we supposed to use a mesa, tabela for?" Bridgette asked, obviously unimpressed at their reward.
"Trust me, it's an advantage you'll value in the seguinte challenge." Chris said with a wink.
"Which would be what, a comida fight?" Noah asked with a laugh. Chris put an index finger on his nose.
"Precisely, my friend." He said right to Noah's face.
"What?" Every single one of us asked at the same time.
"Follow me." Chris ordered. "Oh, and bring your stuff with you." He said. We slowly but surely picked up all of our comida and followed Chris to the mess hall. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of Geoff and Duncan picking up either side of the table. They were arguing silently, as usual, but this time, I picked up on some of it.
"Dude, she's a distraction!" Geoff whisper-yelled to Duncan as he looked behind him to make sure he could take a step.
"You didn't say that about Courtney first season!" Duncan defended himself.
"Yeah, well, Courtney was on the same team as us, dude!" Geoff exclaimed.
"Come on, Gwen!" Heather called to me. She was already standing at the door of the room. I sped over there with all of the comida I had in my hand. Soon enough, Duncan and Geoff had arrived with their reward, rounding out the teams.
"Okay, so the segundo part of your challenge is indeed an all-out comida fight!" Chris announced. We all cheered. What can we say, comida fights are fun at this age. "But there are a couple rules." Chris continued, which is when we all groaned.
"But comida fights aren't supposed to have rules." Bridgette corrected Chris.
"Yeah." I agreed. Chris ignored us and instead continued talking.
"Each team gets one side of the room. Screaming Squids, you guys get the side nearest to the door. You guys can only use the comida that your team stole. You can, however, use the tables you eat at as shields, because in this comida fight, you do not want to get hit."
"Why not?" Bridgette interrupted.
"Because whichever team gets hit the most are the losers for today." Chris said. "You've got five minutos to fight. GO!" He screamed. We ran right in the door and pushed our mesa, tabela onto its side. They, however, had two tables to block incoming attacks.
"Alright, we throw on my signal." Heather whispered. She peeked out the side of our mesa, tabela for a moment until we heard something go flying through the air.
"Fire!" She yelled at us. I picked up a can of chopped tomatoes, cracked it open, and chucked it across the room. Right after that all of everything broke loose. There was pounding on the other side of our mesa, tabela every few segundos as we just picked up and threw. I myself wasn't getting pummeled por food, I had the occasional piece of espaguete in my hair or mustard stain on my skin, but Sierra was taking a three-course beating. Apparently someone on the other team threw a hamburger patty that landed right on Cody's face, making Fanzilla furious. She was senselessly throwing pretzels and cans of sopa all over the place.
"Sierra!" Heather whined, "Stop!"
"Why should I when they...hurt...my...Cody!" She screamed through gritted teeth, tossing something across the room after just about every anger-ridden word. Suddenly, we saw a pair of caqui, cáqui pants make its way into the room.
"And...time!" Chris called. The air was suddenly clear of aleatório comida soaring through it. "Alright, let's see you little freak-shows!" Chris said. We all knew it was his way of telling us to come out from behind our tables, and so we did just that. Chris inspected each of us from both teams before coming to a conclusion. "Well, today, the winners would be the Screaming Squids, but Sierra's a big enough mess for every one of us combined, plus the unpaid interns. Killer Cavemen win!" He announced. "See you guys at elimination tonight." Chris said, pointing to us as he walked out the door. His raven-haired head popped back through the doorframe a segundo later, though. "But chuveiro first. Please."
"Get out of here!" Heather growled at him. Chris put his arms up defensively before walking away. We all filed out of the mess hall and headed back to our cabins for some clean-up. I didn't shower, considering I didn't get that disgusting. Not to mention Courtney takes about two hours in there. Instead once I was cleaned up, I walked outside to get some air free of the aerosol hairspray - em busca da fama that's one dia going to kill us all. Once outside, I noticed all of the guys were out there already as well. Noah was perched under a árvore and putting band-aids on his arms while an opened book lay seguinte to him on the grass. Geoff and DJ had found a football that actually had air in it I guess, as they were throwing it back and forth to each other. Duncan was leaning on the rickety mural of his cabin, mindlessly flicking his lighter on and off. I walked over to him.
"Hey!" He said rather quietly.
"Hey." I greeted, sitting down seguinte to him. I sat on the wooded dock Indian-style and rested my head on his shoulder. I yawned. "Who knew a comida fight could take so much out of you?" I asked.
"I'm betting waking up at four in the morning doesn't help very much." Duncan offered.
"Ha-ha." I said sarcastically. I don't remember much after that, as I had slowly drifted off to sleep. I was woken up, though, por footsteps loudly making their way up the wooden cabine steps. I was so tired that I didn't even open my eyes.
"Hey dude, want to toss the football with us?" Geoff.
"Uh...don't really think I can get up right now." Duncan said, probably pointing to me.
"Oh, that's cool, see?" Geoff asked. I felt a hand in front of my face, and it snapping. "Hey Gwen, uh, Dudette? Wake up!" Geoff said. I growled internally and opened my eyes.
"It was him." Duncan said almost disappointedly. I sighed and lifted my head up to look at Geoff.
"Campfire ceremony calls." He said motioning to the stairs. I got up and walked down them. I could hear Duncan and Geoff fighting, but I wasn't going to get into it. I walked over to cast my vote and realized I was the first one there, so I went in, casted my vote for Courtney, of course, and waited for the rest of my team. And waited. And waited.
They hadn't arrived until at least a half an hora later. I rolled my eyes. I'm going to kill Party Boy for cutting into my sleep time.
"Courtney?" Heather whispered in my ear. I nodded and we grinned at each other deviously before walking to the campfire, where everyone else was already seated. I immediately noticed there was no tray of marshmallows.
"This...isn't real." I said simply.
"Exactly!" Chris said pointing to me. We all groaned.
"Well what did those Cavepeople win?" LeShawna asked irritably.
"An actual breakfast tomorrow." We all groaned again but Chris ignored us like the narcissistic jerk he is. "Alright, now, go!" He screamed. I got up off of my log and trudged back to my cabine with others while we did the usual routine of putting our pajamas on. I was slowly drifting off to sleep for the segundo time today when I heard the rustle outside my window, and a whisper seep through the crack:
"'Night, Pasty."
-----Chapter 1-----
---Gwen's thoughts---
So I just got here and what do I see? Chris with a microphone just waiting to scream the heck out of us, he says "Welcome back campers or should I say passengers!" Then I see a huge rusty old broken plane behind me and say "What is that?!". He says "That's what you'll be staying in for the seguinte 8 weeks! Anywho there's a first class, a economy class, dining area, a elimination room and my part of the plane which is off LIMITS, got it Duncan?!?" Duncan just rolls his eyes then looks at me smiles and raises his unibrow. I smiled and waved at him then Cortney snapped in his face and glared at me. I rolled my eyes at her.
---Gwen's thoughts---
So I just got here and what do I see? Chris with a microphone just waiting to scream the heck out of us, he says "Welcome back campers or should I say passengers!" Then I see a huge rusty old broken plane behind me and say "What is that?!". He says "That's what you'll be staying in for the seguinte 8 weeks! Anywho there's a first class, a economy class, dining area, a elimination room and my part of the plane which is off LIMITS, got it Duncan?!?" Duncan just rolls his eyes then looks at me smiles and raises his unibrow. I smiled and waved at him then Cortney snapped in his face and glared at me. I rolled my eyes at her.