Here is more as the Almighty Cake God has commanded~!:3
Gwen's POV
The loud, blaring bullhorn shot me up out my peaceful rest.
"Ugh, doesn't he have a life?" I groaned, stepping down onto the ground.
"Of course he does, or else he wouldn't be alive." Lindsay answered my question with an innocent smile and an even more innocent look on her face. I didn't even dignify that with a response, and instead put my clothes on like everyone else was doing. I noticed Courtney was still sound asleep in her bottom bunk, the black laptop our team had won last night plugged in to charge and resting neatly at the corner of her bed.
"Is someone going to wake Sleeping Beau-C.I.T? LeShawna asked as she tightened her ponytail in the foggy mirror.
"I'll do it." Heather volunteered in a fake sweet voice.
"Without hurting her?" Bridgette asked with a raised eyebrow and her hand placed on Heather's chest to stop her. Heather rolled her eyes.
"Nevermind." She mumbled. I saw Bridgette start to shake Courtney lightly out of the corner of my eye as I put my clothes on. By the time we were all ready to go outside, so was Courtney, and she was beaming for some reason. I didn't like it.
As we walked to the clearing, Heather started walking next to me.
"Courtney spent all night last night IM-ing her lawyers." Heather whispered quickly.
"Aren't they, like, her only friends?" I asked. Of course I shouldn't be talking with my own friend count as low as it is, but I couldn't resist the joke.
"They like her 'cause she's paying." Heather simply answered.
"I think you're getting kind of paranoid now." I responded.
"I just don't trust her!" She yelled. I put my hands up defensively.
"Woah, okay, I get that, but you might be just taking this too far, huh?" I asked, trying to sound optimistic.
Confessional
Heather: I am NOT talking this too far! Courtney IS up to something. Something that isn't good.
End confessional
Heather and I ended up being the last people to arrive at the clearing, but luckily everyone was too tired to comment. Everyone except Chris.
"Nice of you to finally join us, eh?" He asked with a smug expression that made me want to punch him. I was angry enough to flash him one of my middle fingers, and he shut up...about Heather and I at least.
"So, the first challenge for everyone today will be a race to the beach, where the next challenge will be held." Chris explained.
"Psh, we've got this." LeShawna said confidently, and I smiled along with her as I nodded.
"Fine, but beware of the booby traps." Chris said evilly, we all cringed at the certain death that was sure to await us in the woods, except for Harold, who was snickering.
"You said boobies." He giggled. We all stared blankly at him until Chris screamed:
"GO!" After that, it was a stampeded of people stomping down on the already torn grass, sure to rip it to shreds. We didn't care at the moment, our only concerns were to get there before the other team. We ran at top speed through the woodsy settings, and except for the occasional rock or thick tree wood embedded in the dirt, we weren't hitting any traps.
"Ha! Chris lied to us!" Courtney yelled from the top of our group, causing Sierra to gasp.
"No! Chris couldn't have lied to us! He loves us!" She exclaimed. We all laughed at that.
"Ha, good one, Sierra." Cody said with thick breaths as he attempted to keep pace with us. Then, we heard a whooshing noise coming towards us at both directions.
"Ah! Duck!" Courtney screamed, and despite not trusting her, did as she was told. I did know something was coming after all. Plus, if she's wrong and one of us gets attacked, we blame her, and she's out next elimination.
I heard the whooshing very loudly and very close up for a moment, but it soon passed us.
"What was that?" Cody asked as he looked up at the trees for some sign of what the noise would be.
"Doesn't matter, keep moving!" Heather answered. We all started running again. Right when I was dying for a break, I looked at my surroundings and noticed they were getting further away. I was in quick sand. I looked frantically at the sand that had already engulfed my black combat boots almost fully.
"Guys! Help!" I yelled to their retreating backs. "Guys!" I yelled a little louder, but it was still no use. "I can't believe I'm about to do this." I muttered to myself. "Heather! Help!" I screamed, trying not to sound desperate, but ended up doing so anyways. I saw the maroon of her shirt flip around and her small form got larger with each running step she took towards me. When she finally reached me, she looked down at the sand that was by now almost to the bottom hem of my skirt.
"How did this happen?" She asked. I could've sworn I saw genuine concern in her eyes.
"Does it really matter?" I yelled to her. I immediately felt bad for it, even if I was yelling at Heather. She was the only one that turned back to help. She put out one of her long arms, and I grabbed onto it with both of mine. We worked together to get me emerged from that disgusting, soupy mess. I released Heather's strong arm as I brushed most of the gross dirt off of the lower part of my body. "Uh, thanks?" I phrased it as a question. I saw her half-smile at me for a minute, until I think she realized what she was doing. She violently shook her head for a minute.
"Uh, Whatev. Just keep your head in the game, and out of Duncan's mohawk, 'kay?" She asked in her regular, icy voice. I did nothing but nod as she jerked my arm along with her so we could catch up with the team. We escaped the woods after that relatively unscathed, although we did sustain a few cuts from spikes that emerged through a stretch of grass we had encountered. Unfortunately, though, we got there last and ended up losing the first challenge for out team. I looked at the ground as I walked with Heather to my team. Duncan asked me something as I walked by.
"What happened to you?" He asked. I looked at the ground and noticed the white rubber of his Converse was stained with a few droplets of pinkish-red blood. My face shot up to look for the source of it, which happened to be a tear in his shirt and skin in his white shoulder. It wasn't bleeding anymore, but it bugged me that it looked like an animal of some sort had attacked him.
"What happened to you?" I countered worriedly.
"The dude's insane! He had a bunch of interns drop cats from the tops of trees!" Duncan exclaimed while using his hand to motion to Chris.
"That was horrible, Chris." Bridgette scolded.
"Eh, cat's always land on their feet, so it's all good." Our host answered with a simple shrug.
"Not it isn't!" Bridgette responded.
"Yeah, what if I hurt one of those poor little fellas?" DJ asked in a gentle, baby-like tone of voice that made me laugh on the inside.
"But you didn't, so you're going to let me explain the challenge and zip it, okay?" He asked slowly.
"But-b-" DJ stammered, but was stopped by Chris.
"Shush!" He commanded. This time, all complied. "Todays challenge going to be a little battleship game, Wawanakwa-style!" He exclaimed as if we were supposed to cheer and be excited about the challenge.
"A what?" I asked.
"Each team gets a canoe and two full paintball guns. You go out into the water and shoot 'til one of your ships sink. Got it?" He asked. He screamed. We all scrambled to our respective team's canoes. I looked in ours and all that were inside were four oars and the two promised paintball guns. No lifejackets.
"No lifejackets?" Noah asked Chris unenthusiastically.
"Budget cuts." Chris sang.
"But you can't have a budget cut on our safety! Specifically my safety! My lawyers won't have it!" Courtney ranted.
"Too bad. Buh-bye." He said with a fake smile. Every person from both teams gave him the evil eye before beginning to plan.
"I'll shoot, I can do this, Baby!" LeShawna said, picking up one of the guns.
"Any objections?" Heather whispered to us quickly. No one spoke up, so LeShawna got a better grip on the trigger.
"I get the other one!" Courtney said, picking it up off the wooden canoe's floor. Heather glared at her.
"Fine then, I'm rowing. Gwen takes the other side." Heather said, not even daring brake her gaze away from Heather.
"Fine." Courtney said. We pushed to boat out and then hopped in quickly. There was six people in a canoe built for two, so we were all squished, as well as the other team, who had Tyler and DJ on the oars, and Duncan and Geoff each with a gun. We treaded softly until we were in water that had a decent depth to it. "FIRE!" Courtney roared. We all watched as a bright green paintball shot out from her shiny gun, whizzing through the air until eventually landing right on top of Noah's head.
Confessional
Noah: I...I have no comment.
Duncan: *laughing hysterically* Oh, ah hahaha! That was priceless! *laughs hysterically*
End Confessional
"Move!" Noah screamed at his teammates. I rowed in sink with Heather, until everything just went crazy. Specks of green were bursting through the air left and right. One splattered relatively close to my face, and I couldn't see much due to my thick, now green eyelashes. I did hear thumps and thuds and screams every ten seconds, as well as the occasional paintball fly past me. In the middle of the commotion, I heard a really strong and loud thud, as well as cracks coming from nearby.
"Guys!" I screamed, hoping they'd all listen this time. My boots started getting wet, I could feel it. Sierra got everyone to listen to her with an ear-splitting shriek.
"The boat's sinking!" She screamed. I finally used the back of my hand to get the paint off my eyelashes and saw the horrific sight. Our once light brown boat was practically green now, and there was a baseball-sized hole in the bottom of it right next to my foot. I hopped out of the boat along with the others, and fortunately we were close to the shore. I ended up smacking face first into the sand, adding to the bigger mess I already was. I just laid there for a minute, completely lost in the feeling of defeat until someone picked me up. Duncan. We were looking each other in the eyes.
"Well you've certainly made a mess of yourself today." He said jokingly.
"Something tells m you don't care." I smiled. I felt his breath on my face when we were close to each other, and I knew what he wanted. I was literally inches from his lips when Chris screamed out.
"Killer Cavemen are the winners!" I kept my anger at the moment hidden because I didn't want to blow up at Chris in front of Duncan.
"Ugh, that was such a stupid challenge, we should vote you off tonight." Heather said to Chris, even though I knew she was thinking about voting off Courtney.
"I guess you could do that, but tonight's a reward, so...here." He said, handing Geoff a stack of candy.
"Candy?" Geoff asked curiously.
"Hey, it's usually contraband here." Chris said with a shrug.
"But the last challenge was a reward!" Courtney complained.
"That one wasn't planned to be, but it was because of you, Bossy McLawyerpants." Chris said as he put his index finger on Courtney's cute little nose. She folded her arms over her chest and watched Chris back off. "Okay, so take a shower or something, you guys smell sick." He ordered. We all shrugged and walked off to do so.
Two hours later, I was sitting on the steps of my cabin, drawing a picture of the sunset that was lingering in the pink sky. I was trying hard not to get any water droplets from my still wet hair on the page as well. I heard footsteps and looked up for the heck of it, and I'm glad I did.
"Nice hair." I complimented jokingly. Duncan's mohawk was sort of standing up, but the top of it was drooping over to the side.
"I hate it." He answered. I laughed at his totally miserable expression as I walked over to fix it.
"It's not that bad." I said, smoothing out the electric green hair to get it to stand on end. It worked somewhat, but was still kind of a fail. He laughed with me and pulled my forearms down. "Its just no use." I whispered playfully.
"But this might be." He smirked.
"Uh, Gwen!" Cody screamed out of nowhere, literally popping in between he and I.
"Seriously?" I asked no one in particular. Duncan just glared at the little boy.
"I think it's you turn on the laptop, uh-huh." He said with nervous laughter.
"Uh...thanks, Cody." I said, walking into the girl's cabin. I was going to yell an apology to Duncan, but Duncan seemed to busy talking to Cody...with his fist. I decided not to get involved and just go have my laptop time. Although Cody was apparently lying, because LeShawna's turn had just started. The sun had dipped down below the sky by now and a few girls were hitting the hay, so I followed along with them and crawled onto my top bunk. I just couldn't sleep, though, not until an hour later when the rustling in the trees came, followed by the now well-known:
"'Night, Pasty."
Gwen's POV
The loud, blaring bullhorn shot me up out my peaceful rest.
"Ugh, doesn't he have a life?" I groaned, stepping down onto the ground.
"Of course he does, or else he wouldn't be alive." Lindsay answered my question with an innocent smile and an even more innocent look on her face. I didn't even dignify that with a response, and instead put my clothes on like everyone else was doing. I noticed Courtney was still sound asleep in her bottom bunk, the black laptop our team had won last night plugged in to charge and resting neatly at the corner of her bed.
"Is someone going to wake Sleeping Beau-C.I.T? LeShawna asked as she tightened her ponytail in the foggy mirror.
"I'll do it." Heather volunteered in a fake sweet voice.
"Without hurting her?" Bridgette asked with a raised eyebrow and her hand placed on Heather's chest to stop her. Heather rolled her eyes.
"Nevermind." She mumbled. I saw Bridgette start to shake Courtney lightly out of the corner of my eye as I put my clothes on. By the time we were all ready to go outside, so was Courtney, and she was beaming for some reason. I didn't like it.
As we walked to the clearing, Heather started walking next to me.
"Courtney spent all night last night IM-ing her lawyers." Heather whispered quickly.
"Aren't they, like, her only friends?" I asked. Of course I shouldn't be talking with my own friend count as low as it is, but I couldn't resist the joke.
"They like her 'cause she's paying." Heather simply answered.
"I think you're getting kind of paranoid now." I responded.
"I just don't trust her!" She yelled. I put my hands up defensively.
"Woah, okay, I get that, but you might be just taking this too far, huh?" I asked, trying to sound optimistic.
Confessional
Heather: I am NOT talking this too far! Courtney IS up to something. Something that isn't good.
End confessional
Heather and I ended up being the last people to arrive at the clearing, but luckily everyone was too tired to comment. Everyone except Chris.
"Nice of you to finally join us, eh?" He asked with a smug expression that made me want to punch him. I was angry enough to flash him one of my middle fingers, and he shut up...about Heather and I at least.
"So, the first challenge for everyone today will be a race to the beach, where the next challenge will be held." Chris explained.
"Psh, we've got this." LeShawna said confidently, and I smiled along with her as I nodded.
"Fine, but beware of the booby traps." Chris said evilly, we all cringed at the certain death that was sure to await us in the woods, except for Harold, who was snickering.
"You said boobies." He giggled. We all stared blankly at him until Chris screamed:
"GO!" After that, it was a stampeded of people stomping down on the already torn grass, sure to rip it to shreds. We didn't care at the moment, our only concerns were to get there before the other team. We ran at top speed through the woodsy settings, and except for the occasional rock or thick tree wood embedded in the dirt, we weren't hitting any traps.
"Ha! Chris lied to us!" Courtney yelled from the top of our group, causing Sierra to gasp.
"No! Chris couldn't have lied to us! He loves us!" She exclaimed. We all laughed at that.
"Ha, good one, Sierra." Cody said with thick breaths as he attempted to keep pace with us. Then, we heard a whooshing noise coming towards us at both directions.
"Ah! Duck!" Courtney screamed, and despite not trusting her, did as she was told. I did know something was coming after all. Plus, if she's wrong and one of us gets attacked, we blame her, and she's out next elimination.
I heard the whooshing very loudly and very close up for a moment, but it soon passed us.
"What was that?" Cody asked as he looked up at the trees for some sign of what the noise would be.
"Doesn't matter, keep moving!" Heather answered. We all started running again. Right when I was dying for a break, I looked at my surroundings and noticed they were getting further away. I was in quick sand. I looked frantically at the sand that had already engulfed my black combat boots almost fully.
"Guys! Help!" I yelled to their retreating backs. "Guys!" I yelled a little louder, but it was still no use. "I can't believe I'm about to do this." I muttered to myself. "Heather! Help!" I screamed, trying not to sound desperate, but ended up doing so anyways. I saw the maroon of her shirt flip around and her small form got larger with each running step she took towards me. When she finally reached me, she looked down at the sand that was by now almost to the bottom hem of my skirt.
"How did this happen?" She asked. I could've sworn I saw genuine concern in her eyes.
"Does it really matter?" I yelled to her. I immediately felt bad for it, even if I was yelling at Heather. She was the only one that turned back to help. She put out one of her long arms, and I grabbed onto it with both of mine. We worked together to get me emerged from that disgusting, soupy mess. I released Heather's strong arm as I brushed most of the gross dirt off of the lower part of my body. "Uh, thanks?" I phrased it as a question. I saw her half-smile at me for a minute, until I think she realized what she was doing. She violently shook her head for a minute.
"Uh, Whatev. Just keep your head in the game, and out of Duncan's mohawk, 'kay?" She asked in her regular, icy voice. I did nothing but nod as she jerked my arm along with her so we could catch up with the team. We escaped the woods after that relatively unscathed, although we did sustain a few cuts from spikes that emerged through a stretch of grass we had encountered. Unfortunately, though, we got there last and ended up losing the first challenge for out team. I looked at the ground as I walked with Heather to my team. Duncan asked me something as I walked by.
"What happened to you?" He asked. I looked at the ground and noticed the white rubber of his Converse was stained with a few droplets of pinkish-red blood. My face shot up to look for the source of it, which happened to be a tear in his shirt and skin in his white shoulder. It wasn't bleeding anymore, but it bugged me that it looked like an animal of some sort had attacked him.
"What happened to you?" I countered worriedly.
"The dude's insane! He had a bunch of interns drop cats from the tops of trees!" Duncan exclaimed while using his hand to motion to Chris.
"That was horrible, Chris." Bridgette scolded.
"Eh, cat's always land on their feet, so it's all good." Our host answered with a simple shrug.
"Not it isn't!" Bridgette responded.
"Yeah, what if I hurt one of those poor little fellas?" DJ asked in a gentle, baby-like tone of voice that made me laugh on the inside.
"But you didn't, so you're going to let me explain the challenge and zip it, okay?" He asked slowly.
"But-b-" DJ stammered, but was stopped by Chris.
"Shush!" He commanded. This time, all complied. "Todays challenge going to be a little battleship game, Wawanakwa-style!" He exclaimed as if we were supposed to cheer and be excited about the challenge.
"A what?" I asked.
"Each team gets a canoe and two full paintball guns. You go out into the water and shoot 'til one of your ships sink. Got it?" He asked. He screamed. We all scrambled to our respective team's canoes. I looked in ours and all that were inside were four oars and the two promised paintball guns. No lifejackets.
"No lifejackets?" Noah asked Chris unenthusiastically.
"Budget cuts." Chris sang.
"But you can't have a budget cut on our safety! Specifically my safety! My lawyers won't have it!" Courtney ranted.
"Too bad. Buh-bye." He said with a fake smile. Every person from both teams gave him the evil eye before beginning to plan.
"I'll shoot, I can do this, Baby!" LeShawna said, picking up one of the guns.
"Any objections?" Heather whispered to us quickly. No one spoke up, so LeShawna got a better grip on the trigger.
"I get the other one!" Courtney said, picking it up off the wooden canoe's floor. Heather glared at her.
"Fine then, I'm rowing. Gwen takes the other side." Heather said, not even daring brake her gaze away from Heather.
"Fine." Courtney said. We pushed to boat out and then hopped in quickly. There was six people in a canoe built for two, so we were all squished, as well as the other team, who had Tyler and DJ on the oars, and Duncan and Geoff each with a gun. We treaded softly until we were in water that had a decent depth to it. "FIRE!" Courtney roared. We all watched as a bright green paintball shot out from her shiny gun, whizzing through the air until eventually landing right on top of Noah's head.
Confessional
Noah: I...I have no comment.
Duncan: *laughing hysterically* Oh, ah hahaha! That was priceless! *laughs hysterically*
End Confessional
"Move!" Noah screamed at his teammates. I rowed in sink with Heather, until everything just went crazy. Specks of green were bursting through the air left and right. One splattered relatively close to my face, and I couldn't see much due to my thick, now green eyelashes. I did hear thumps and thuds and screams every ten seconds, as well as the occasional paintball fly past me. In the middle of the commotion, I heard a really strong and loud thud, as well as cracks coming from nearby.
"Guys!" I screamed, hoping they'd all listen this time. My boots started getting wet, I could feel it. Sierra got everyone to listen to her with an ear-splitting shriek.
"The boat's sinking!" She screamed. I finally used the back of my hand to get the paint off my eyelashes and saw the horrific sight. Our once light brown boat was practically green now, and there was a baseball-sized hole in the bottom of it right next to my foot. I hopped out of the boat along with the others, and fortunately we were close to the shore. I ended up smacking face first into the sand, adding to the bigger mess I already was. I just laid there for a minute, completely lost in the feeling of defeat until someone picked me up. Duncan. We were looking each other in the eyes.
"Well you've certainly made a mess of yourself today." He said jokingly.
"Something tells m you don't care." I smiled. I felt his breath on my face when we were close to each other, and I knew what he wanted. I was literally inches from his lips when Chris screamed out.
"Killer Cavemen are the winners!" I kept my anger at the moment hidden because I didn't want to blow up at Chris in front of Duncan.
"Ugh, that was such a stupid challenge, we should vote you off tonight." Heather said to Chris, even though I knew she was thinking about voting off Courtney.
"I guess you could do that, but tonight's a reward, so...here." He said, handing Geoff a stack of candy.
"Candy?" Geoff asked curiously.
"Hey, it's usually contraband here." Chris said with a shrug.
"But the last challenge was a reward!" Courtney complained.
"That one wasn't planned to be, but it was because of you, Bossy McLawyerpants." Chris said as he put his index finger on Courtney's cute little nose. She folded her arms over her chest and watched Chris back off. "Okay, so take a shower or something, you guys smell sick." He ordered. We all shrugged and walked off to do so.
Two hours later, I was sitting on the steps of my cabin, drawing a picture of the sunset that was lingering in the pink sky. I was trying hard not to get any water droplets from my still wet hair on the page as well. I heard footsteps and looked up for the heck of it, and I'm glad I did.
"Nice hair." I complimented jokingly. Duncan's mohawk was sort of standing up, but the top of it was drooping over to the side.
"I hate it." He answered. I laughed at his totally miserable expression as I walked over to fix it.
"It's not that bad." I said, smoothing out the electric green hair to get it to stand on end. It worked somewhat, but was still kind of a fail. He laughed with me and pulled my forearms down. "Its just no use." I whispered playfully.
"But this might be." He smirked.
"Uh, Gwen!" Cody screamed out of nowhere, literally popping in between he and I.
"Seriously?" I asked no one in particular. Duncan just glared at the little boy.
"I think it's you turn on the laptop, uh-huh." He said with nervous laughter.
"Uh...thanks, Cody." I said, walking into the girl's cabin. I was going to yell an apology to Duncan, but Duncan seemed to busy talking to Cody...with his fist. I decided not to get involved and just go have my laptop time. Although Cody was apparently lying, because LeShawna's turn had just started. The sun had dipped down below the sky by now and a few girls were hitting the hay, so I followed along with them and crawled onto my top bunk. I just couldn't sleep, though, not until an hour later when the rustling in the trees came, followed by the now well-known:
"'Night, Pasty."
