Camp Total Drama

After the big success of Ridonculous Race, Chris is back on Pahkitew Island with an all new cast. This season Chris has a plan and that plan is to create a cast that is torn down the middle in terms of popularity. Sure, it's cliché but it just might bring in more viewers. With the help of Chef and two interesting interns, Chris is determined to put RR to shame. The high school atmosphere may seem overwhelming to some of the contestants, but they know it's not really high school. It's a summer camp. A summer camp with a prize of one million dollars!

Staff
Chris McClean - Host

Chef - Co-Host

Digit - Intern

Brad - Intern

Contestants
Ally - The Darling

Bree - The Flirt

Britney - The Blonde

Casey - The Journalist

Clifford - The Jock

Dominic - The Jokester

Floyd - The Bad Boy

Garret - The Shy Twin

Gavin - The Sassy Twin

Jared - The Poetic Soul

Jesse - The Boy Next Door

Lyla - The Songwriter

Natalia - The Mean Girl

Peter - The Actor

Quinn - The Handicapped Cynic

Ramona - The Fairy Godmother

Veronica - The Snitch

Violet - The Thug

Wendy - The Clutz

Will - The Cheetah

Chapter 1: Our Very First Episode
It was a bright and sunny day on Pahkitew Island. Chris McLean stood on the dock with his co-host Chef and two interns. The interns looked like they were in their twenties. One intern was a boy and the other was a girl.

“Hello viewers!” Chris said while looking at the camera. “It’s me, Chris McLean and I’m here to welcome you to our newest, most dramatic season of Total Drama yet.”

“Don’t you say that about every season?” Chef asked.

“Probably.” Chris answered. “This season we’re back at Pahkitew Island with 20 new campers. Hopefully none of them try to blow the island up this time.”

“Hopefully.” Chef agreed.

“This season the teams are also being made a little different.” Chris said. “The teams have already been predetermined and based on the contestants’ levels of popularity. One team will consist of the tip of the social pyramid and the other will consist of the rock bottom.”

“Don’t you think that’s a little clique?” The girl asked.

“What does clique mean?” The boy asked.

“Shut up, Brad.” The girl said.

“You shut up, Digit!” Brad snapped back.

“You’re both lucky the network is only giving me two interns this season.” Chris said. “Or I’d put both of you on shark feeding duty.”

“That’s a duty?” Brad asked.

“I’ll make it a duty.” Chris threatened.

Brad and Digit’s eyes both widened.

“That’s better.” Chris said. “Oh look, here comes our contestants now.”

Chris was looking at a boat that was stopping at a nearby dock on the island. He walked over to the boat, followed by his sidekick and his interns.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Is that one of the contestants?” Brad asked as a figure emerged from the boat.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“No, Brad. That’s the President.” Digit said sarcastically.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Really?” Brad asked in awe.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Can we please put him on shark feeding duty?” Digit asked.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Not yet.” Chef said.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“That is our first contestant.” Chris said. “Lady and gentlemen, give it up for… Ally!”

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">Ally’s pink dress and curly hair bounced as she skipped off the boat.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Hi.” Ally waved. Her smile practically radiated positive energy.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“She doesn’t look like the President.” Brad whispered to Digit. “But she does look real pretty.”

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">Digit rolled her eyes.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“I’m really excited to be here.” Ally said.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“We’re excited to have you here, Ally.” Chris said.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Really?” Ally asked.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Yeah, sure.” Chris shrugged.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Wow. That sounded sincere.” Digit said sarcastically.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“I will put you on shark feeding duty.” Chris threatened. “I will do it.”

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Is that another contestant?” Brad asked as another figure exited the boat.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“That is our second contestant… Bree!” Chris said.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">Bree stepped off of the boat and scanned her surroundings. She then tightened her ponytail and adjusted the skirt on her blue cheerleading uniform.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Where are all the others?” Bree asked.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“In the boat you just exited.” Chris said. “Oh, and right here.” He pointed at Ally.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">Bree took a good look at Ally. Ally fidgeted uncomfortably under the cheerleader’s gaze.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“So far, so good.” Bree said with a smirk upon finishing her examination.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">Ally’s cheeks turned red and she started to giggle as Bree continued walking down the dock.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“And here’s our next contestant…” Chris said as someone else stepped off the boat. “Jesse!”

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">Jesse walked off the boat with his hands in his pockets and a smile on his face. There seemed to be a certain calmness to him.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Hey,” Jesse waved to the two girls.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">Bree smiled and waved back, but yawned once Jesse wasn’t looking at her anymore.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">Ally, on the other hand, happily greeted the newcomer. “Hello! I’m so sorry, but I think I missed your name.”

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Jesse.” He said with a friendly smile.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Don’t miss our next contestant…” Chris said. “Lyla!”

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">Lyla swung a guitar case over her shoulder before walking off the boat. Her gray cardigan blew gently in the breeze.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Cute sweater.” Bree said.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Thanks.” Lyla said.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Technically, it’s a cardigan.” Ally said.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Cardigan is still a form of sweater.” Bree said.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“That is true.” Ally said. “But…”

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“So, you play guitar?” Jesse asked Lyla, as the other two girls continued their debate of various sweaters.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“No.” Lyla slung her guitar case over her other shoulder. “This is just for decoration.”

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“It’s a nice decoration.” Jesse said. “You really had me fooled.”

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Thanks.” Lyla gave Jesse a half-smile.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Here comes our next contestant…” Chris said. “Britney!”

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">Britney spun around in circles while exiting the boat, trying to look at the whole island at once. She stopped in front of the contestants and brushed her blonde hair out of her face.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Now we’re talking.” Bree smirked.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Is this Paul-kite-chew Island?” Britney asked.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Never mind.” Bree said.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Close enough, Britney.” Chris said.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Wasn’t there already a dumb blonde on this show?” Digit asked.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“She was a fan favorite.” Chris said.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“So, you got another one?” Digit asked.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“If you have a problem with the cast then you can go chill with the sharks.” Brad said.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Thank you, Brad.” Chris said.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">Brad smirked while Digit glared at him.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Kiss up.” Digit muttered.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“And here’s our next contestant…” Chris said. “Peter!”

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">Peter stepped off the boat. He wore a t-shirt that read “A Midsummer Night’s Dream”.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Shakespeare?” Ally asked, pointing to his shirt.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Yeah.” Peter said.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Who’s shaking a spear?” Britney asked.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“This is going to be a long summer.” Lyla muttered while Bree laughed.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Alright, blondie,” Bree said. “You can’t seriously be that dumb.”

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Who?” Britney asked. “Me?”

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Yes, you.” Bree said. “You know what, just stick with me. I’ll make sure you don’t get yourself killed or something.”

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Okay.” Britney said while absentmindedly braiding her hair.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“The cheerleader and the pretty blonde.” Lyla whispered to Jesse. “Surprise, surprise.”

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“What do you mean?” Jesse whispered back.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Well…” Lyla began. “Never mind. You seem smart, you’ll figure it out later.”

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Here comes our next contestant…” Chris said. “Jared!”

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">Jared walked off the boat and scanned the other contestants.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Shakespeare?” Jared asked, pointing at Peter’s shirt.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Yeah.” Peter said again.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">Bree raised an eyebrow. “You read Shakespeare?”

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">Jared looked down. “No.”

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“I’m not trying to be mean, you just don’t look like the type of guy that reads Shakespeare.” Bree said.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“It is a popular play.” Peter said, trying to help.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“I’ve never heard of it.” Britney said.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“It’s not the greatest play Shakespeare wrote.” Ally added.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“It’s not phenomenal, but it’s still good.” Peter said. “There’s a happy ending.”

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“The ending was awful.” Jared said.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Awful, yet happy.” Peter said.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“For someone who claims they don’t read Shakespeare, you seem to know a lot about Shakespeare.” Lyla said.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“No, I don’t.” Jared said.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Whatever you say.” Lyla shrugged.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“And here comes our next contestant…” Chris said. “Ramona!”

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">Ramona smiled as she stepped off the bus. She absentmindedly ran her thumb over a faded tattoo of a fairy on her arm.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Wow, you’re cute.” Bree gushed. She quickly shook her head. “I mean that’s a cute tattoo.”

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Thanks.” Ramona said. “My little sister gave it to me before I left for good luck. Of course, it’s only temporary.”

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“That’s sweet.” Bree blushed.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Update,” Lyla whispered to Jesse. “I may have been wrong about the cheerleader and the blonde.”

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Update,” Jesse whispered back. “I still don’t know what you’re talking about.”

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“You will.” Lyla said.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Here’s our next contestants…” Chris said. “Garret and Gavin!”

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Wow, we’re doubling up on introductions already?” Digit asked sarcastically.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“They’re twins.” Chris said.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“That’s original.” Digit said sarcastically.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Are you trying to be put on shark feeding duty?” Brad asked.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Why do you care?” Digit asked.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">Someone cleared their throat. Chris and the interns turned around and saw the twins. They looked the same but dressed very differently.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Sorry, are we interrupting something?” Gavin, the one who had cleared his throat, asked. Garret stood behind Gavin and scanned the group of contestants nervously.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Not much, just your own introduction.” Digit said.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“And now someone else’s.” Chris said. “Here’s our next contestant… Will!”

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Seriously?” Gavin asked.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“I’m okay with it.” Garret said. He was still hiding behind his brother.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">Will ran off the boat and skidded to a stop on the dock.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">Gavin looked at Will and raised an eyebrow. “I think I’m okay with it too.” He whispered to Garret.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Calm down, it’s the first day.” Garret whispered back.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">Will didn’t notice the two of them as he scanned the other contestants.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Why are you in such a rush?” Jared asked.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“No reason, I just like running.” Will said. “Is this everyone?”

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“You wish.”

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">Will turned and saw a girl standing next to him. She put her arm on his shoulder.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Who are you?” Will asked.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“That is our next contestant…” Chris said. “Natalia!”

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">There was a glimmer of mischief in Natalia’s emerald green eyes. Will happened to be staring directly at them.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“I didn’t catch your name.” Natalia said as she raised an eyebrow at Will.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“I didn’t throw it.” Will said before shrugging her arm off his shoulder and walking away.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">Natalia smiled to herself as she moved towards some of the other girls.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“His name is Will.” Bree whispered to Natalia.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“I thought it was Wayne.” Britney said.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Wasn’t that a movie or something?” Ramona asked.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">Ramona and Bree gasped and at the same time they shouted “Wayne’s World!”

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Party time! Excellent!” A boy sang as he walked off the boat. “Sorry, was I not supposed to walk out yet? I heard my name.”

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Your name is Wayne?” Ally asked.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Sometimes I wish it was, but I’m just joking around.” The boy said with a smile.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“This contestant’s name is not Wayne, it’s…” Chris said. “Dominic!”

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">Dominic moved next to Ally and smiled at her.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Don’t you think Wayne would sound cooler though?” Dominic asked.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“I think your name is just fine.” Ally said.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“I personally think that name is stupid.” A girl said from the doorway of the boat.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Wayne or Dominic?” Dominic asked the new arrival.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">The girl shrugged. “Both.”

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Ouch.” Dominic muttered.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Here’s our next contestant…” Chris said. “Veronica!”

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">Veronica’s face was devoid of emotion as she walked off the boat and onto the dock.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“That wasn’t very nice.” Ally said.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Oops.” Veronica shrugged.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“You and I are definitely going to be friends.” Natalia said.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Are you sure about that?” Veronica asked as she walked over to Natalia.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Very.” Natalia smiled.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“And here comes our next contestant…” Chris said. “Violet!”

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">Violet ran off the boat holding a notebook.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Hey!” A voice from inside the boat shouted. “Give that back!”

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Finders keepers.” Violet smirked.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“You didn’t find it!” The voice shouted. A boy with bright red hair appeared in the doorway. “You stole it from me.”

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Same difference.” Violet said nonchalantly.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Here’s another contestant…” Chris said. “Casey!”

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">Casey stomped off the boat and snatched his notebook out of Violet’s hands.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Whatever.” Violet said before strolling away.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Of all the things in the world you could take,” Lyla said. “Why take a notebook?”

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Because I can.” Violet shrugged.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“But that’s not very nice.” Ally said.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Well aren’t you adorable.” Violet said. “You’re gonna learn pretty quickly that my morals are nonexistent.”

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Well aren’t you a ray of sunshine.” Casey said sarcastically.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“I didn’t have to give you your notebook back.” Violet said. “Why are you carrying around a notebook anyway?”

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“For your information,” Casey said. “I’m a journalist.”

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Those are still a thing?” Britney asked.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“And here comes our next contestant…” Chris said. “Wendy!”

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">Wendy ran to the doorway of the boat when she heard her name…

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">But tripped and landed face first onto the dock.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">Most of the contestants laughed.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Guys, stop it!” Ally said.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“She’s right.” Natalia said while still laughing. “We’re not being very nice.”

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">This caused everyone to laugh even more.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Are you okay?” Jared held a hand out for Wendy.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">Wendy looked up and immediately blushed. She took Jared’s hand and stood back up.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“I’m fine.” Wendy said quietly while fixing her glasses. “Thank you.”

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“No problem.” Jared smiled.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“And here’s our next contestant…” Chris said. “Clifford!”

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Like the dog?” Britney asked excitedly.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“For some odd reason, I feel like they didn’t get Clifford the Big Red Dog to compete on Total Drama.” Natalia said.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“But they could have.” Britney said.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“We didn’t.” Chris said.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">Clifford walked off the boat. To Britney’s disappointment, he was a boy, not a dog.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Hey guys,” Clifford waved. “My name is Clifford.”

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“We heard.” Gavin said.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“What a contronym.” Britney whispered.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">Garret looked at Britney with a mix of astonishment and fear. He appeared to be the only one who had heard her.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“You didn’t hear anything.” Britney whispered to Garret.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">Garret nodded before stepping away from the blonde.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“What sports do you play?” Ramona asked Clifford, referring to the varsity jacket he wore.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Oh, I play football.” Clifford said.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“That’s original.” Veronica said sarcastically.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Here comes our next contestant…” Chris said. “Floyd!”

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">Floyd walked off the boat. He looked like a male love interest that had just walked out of a cliché teen romance novel. Floyd looked around at the other contestants. His eyes stopped on Violet.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Hello.” Floyd flashed a cocky grin.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">Violet yawned. “Try it on someone who’s interested.”

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">Floyd’s grin vanished. “That hurt.”

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Good.” Violet said.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“And here comes our final contestant…” Chris said as a ramp emerged from the boat, connecting it to the dock.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“How come they get a special ramp?” Dominic asked.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“I’m not sure.” A voice said from inside the boat. “I think I could’ve made the jump.” A girl sitting in a wheelchair appeared in the doorway.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“We don’t entirely doubt that.” Digit said. “But we would’ve had to fill out a lot of paperwork if you didn’t.” She paused and looked at Chris, Chef, and Brad. “And by we, I mean me.”

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Quinn!” Chris said, somehow keeping his voice at a cheerful tone while glaring at Digit.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“That’s fair.” Quinn shrugged before wheeling herself down the ramp.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Now that everyone is accounted for, it’s time to get this game started.” Chris said. “I hope none of you became too close because now we’re splitting you all up!”

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“We were kind of expecting that.” Lyla said.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Isn’t that the whole point of this show?” Peter asked.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Anyway,” Chris said, clearly annoyed. “Everyone meet at the mess hall in ten minutes so we can assign teams before your first challenge. If anyone gets lost, just ask our two sub-par interns for help.”

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“First day and we’re already sub-par?” Brad asked. “Ouch.”

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“I can’t believe this actually surprises you.” Digit shook her head.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Will you two knock it-” Chris was stopped mid-sentence by the sound of his phone ringing in his pocket. “I have to go.” Chris took his phone out of his pocket and began speed walking away. “Mess hall! Ten minutes!”

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“That was strange.” Digit said.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Do you know what’s up, Chef?” Brad asked. There was no response. “Chef?” Brad looked around and saw that Chef had vanished.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“That was stranger.” Digit said.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Do either one of you actually know what you’re doing?” Violet asked.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Brad doesn’t, but I do.” Digit said.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Hey!” Brad protested. “I know what I’m doing.”

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Really?” Digit asked. “Then lead the way to the mess hall.”

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Alright, everyone follow me.” Brad walked off the dock and onto the ground. He looked to his left and then to his right before turning back to the dock. “Which way is it again?”

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">Digit sighed as she shoved past Brad.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Alright, everyone follow her.” Brad said, making sure that all of the contestants were following Digit before taking up the rear of the group.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">Garret kept his distance from the others as he walked in the back of the cluster.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“So, what brings you here?”

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">Garret looked down and saw Quinn rolling beside him.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“What?” Garret asked.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Everyone’s here for a reason.” Quinn said. “Why are you here?”

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“My brother.” Garret said.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Care to elaborate?” Quinn asked.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“He made me sign up with him.” Garret said. “He said that since we were twins we were more likely to get on the show.”

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Hasn’t there already been twins on this show before?” Quinn asked.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“That’s what I said.” Garret said. “But hey, it worked.”

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Fair enough.” Quinn said.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“So why are you here?” Garret asked.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Not sure.” Quinn said.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“But you said everyone was here for a reason.” Garret said.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“And I’m here for a reason.” Quinn said. “I’m just not sure what it is yet. None of us really do.”

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Oh, so you were talking about fate.” Garret said. “Not why we’re literally here.”

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“I guess so.” Quinn said.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“That’s cool.” Garret said. “I guess…”

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">Meanwhile, Britney and Natalia were walking in the front of the group.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“So, where are you from?” Natalia asked.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“My mom told me not to tell strangers where I live.” Britney said.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Okay, whatever.” Natalia said. “Have any hobbies?”

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Yeah.” Britney said.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">Natalia waited for Britney to elaborate. Britney twirled her hair around her finger absentmindedly and walked ahead of Natalia.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Nice talking to you, I guess…” Natalia said.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Look at you, making friends.” Will said sarcastically as he appeared next to Natalia.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“You were walking in the back.” Natalia said. “How did you get up here so fast?”

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“I’m fast.” Will said.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Wow, you’re almost as specific as Britney.” Natalia smirked.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Huh?” Britney stopped twirling her hair and turned around.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Nothing, Brit.” Natalia said.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">Britney shrugged and continued walking.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“I’m on my school’s track team.” Will said.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Alright, now we’re getting somewhere.” Natalia said.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“What about you?” Will asked.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“I’m certainly not on my school’s track team, if that’s what you’re asking.” Natalia said.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">Will chuckled. “Do you do anything else?”

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“I’m my school’s student council president.” Natalia said.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Really?” Will raised an eyebrow.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Why so surprised?” Natalia asked as she put her hands on her hips. “Is it because I’m a woman?”

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“No, no, not at all.” Will stuttered.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Good.” Natalia said.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“I just didn’t peg you as the type to be interested in student council.” Will said.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Those elections are just popularity contestants, which I always win.” Natalia said. “Besides, my fundraisers were amazing.”

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“I’m sure they were.” Will smiled.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“If you’re lucky enough to be put on my team,” Natalia said. “I could tell you all about them.”

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“I’m already looking forward to it.” Will said as he turned his head.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">Will’s eyes met Natalia’s green ones again. She smiled, but there was still a glimmer of trouble in her eyes.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">After a brief walk, everyone had reached the mess hall. Brad made his way to the front of the group and joined Digit at the entrance.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Alright campers, this is the mess hall!” Brad said while excitedly motioning to building behind him.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“I think they figured that out, Brad.” Digit said.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Anyway,” Brad said while casting a sideways glare at Digit. “This is where you’ll be eating and…” Brad turned to Digit and whispered “What else happens in the mess hall?”

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">Digit sighed and addressed the contestants herself. “The mess hall is where you’ll be eating, as Brad was surprisingly able to figure out. In the event of some emergency or special circumstances, we may call you to the mess hall for a meeting. To the left of the mess hall you’ll find the bathrooms and the interns’ quarters, which is home to any and all personal files we have of you.”

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“And us!” Brad added.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Yeah, Chris squeezed two beds in there for us in between all the filing cabinets.” Digit said. “Also, to the right of the mess hall you’ll find the confessional. The confessional is an old and smelly porta-potty with a camera taped to the door.”

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“You can confess stuff in there!” Brad added.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“That too.” Digit said. “Does anyone have any questions?”

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Where do we sleep?” Veronica asked.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Funny story actually,” Digit chuckled nervously. “We have no idea.”

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">The group of campers erupted in protest.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Everyone please settle down!” Brad shouted. “I’m sure Chris has somewhere nice for you all to sleep.”

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“I’m not so sure about that.” Digit whispered to Brad.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“I’m not either, but they were all freaking out.” Brad whispered back.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">Suddenly the doors to the mess hall swung open, nearly hitting the two interns, and Chris McLean was standing in the doorway.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Looks like you all made it.” Chris said. “Everyone inside! Now! Quickly!”

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Something about him seems a little off.” Lyla whispered to Jesse.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Let’s just do what he says for now.” Jesse replied. “It’s the first day, what’s the worst that could happen?”

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">***

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in">“What’s the worst that could happen?” Lyla said in the confessional. “Now that he said that, literally anything. He’s so earnest, it’s painful.” She paused as a hint of blush appeared on her cheeks. “But I guess it’s kinda cute.”

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in">***

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in">“I’ve seen enough movies to know,” Jesse now sat in the confessional. “That I really shouldn’t have said that. Especially to the super cool and pretty girl I just met.” He stared off for a moment, but his eyes widened and quickly darted back to the camera. “Not that I like her. I mean, we just met and… Oh no, mom warned me about this.”

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in">***

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">All of the contestants were sitting at tables in the mess halls. Chris stood in the front with his two interns and Chef was close-by behind the counter.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Alright, campers!” Chris was talking in a rushed tone with a nervous expression on his face. “I’m hoping my interns have briefed you about everything. Now it’s time to give you teams!”

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Where do we sleep?” Veronica asked again.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“We’ll get to that later!” Chris shouted. He took a deep breath and continued. “As I was saying, teams. If I call your name, stand on the left side of the room with Digit.”

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">Digit, who was holding a green flag, waved from the left side of the room.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Ally, Casey, Dominic, Garret, Jesse, Lyla, Peter, Quinn, Violet, and Wendy.” Chris said as the ten contestants got up and walked to the left side of the room. “You will hereby be known as… The Confused Freaks!”

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Why?” Violet asked.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Because you’re the freaks.” Chris said.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Great.” Quinn rolled her eyes.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">***

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in">“Not again…” Ally muttered in the confessional.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in">***

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Now if I call your name, stand on the right side of the room with Brad.” Chris said as Brad waved his red flag. “Bree, Britney, Clifford, Floyd, Gavin, Jared, Natalia, Ramona, Veronica, and Will. You will now be known as… The Popular Salmon!”

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">The remaining ten campers walked to the right side of the room. Floyd and Clifford high-fived. Britney and Will both stayed close to Natalia.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">***

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in">“It’s pretty clear that a few of them are already following me.” Natalia sat with her legs crossed and her arms folded in the confessional. “The rest will be following me too by the end of today. And anyone who doesn’t? Well…” Natalia paused to brush a strand of hair out of her face. “They won’t be here tomorrow.”

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<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Your first challenge will also be today.” Chris said.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“You told us the first challenge was tomorrow.” Digit said.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Well, there’s been a change of plans.” Chris said through clenched teeth. “Meet me outside in five.” Chris ignored everyone’s confused faces and walked out of the mess hall.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“What’s his deal, Chef?” Brad asked.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">There was no response.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">Brad turned around and saw that Chef had once again disappeared.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“First day and I’m already tired of this BS.” Digit said.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“You and me both.” Violet agreed.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Oh, come on, guys.” Ally stood in front of the Confused Bears. “This is exciting! We’re a team now!”

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">Ally was met with uncertain and bored expressions from her teammates. A few of the Popular Salmon laughed at her from the other side of the room.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Ally’s right.” Dominic smiled at Ally. “We’re a team now.” He looked around at his teammates. “Am I right, Garret?”

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">The shy twin gave a slight nod.

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<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in">“I’m kinda nervous about being on a different team than Gavin.” Garret said in the confessional. “He’s the only reason I even signed up. Besides, I’m not that good at talking to people.”

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<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“What about you, Peter?” Dominic asked.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“I mean, I guess it’s cool that we’re a team.” Peter shrugged. “But the other team is making fun of us right now.”

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“The other team can go to hell.” Violet said.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“That’s the spirit!” Ally cheered.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“What do you think…” Dominic trailed off when his eyes landed on Wendy. “Girl who fell?”

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“It’s Wendy.” Wendy’s cheeks turned red in embarrassment.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“I’m so sorry.” Dominic said.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“You almost got the team pumped.” Jesse said.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“We still can.” Ally said. “We still have the whole summer to be a team.”

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“But we’re not a team.”

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">The Confused Freaks all turned to look at Quinn.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“A team is more than just a label.” Quinn said. “We have to actually work together. We also don’t have the whole summer to be a team because most of us won’t be here by the end of summer. Haven’t you ever seen one of these shows before?”

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Well, aren’t you a ray of sunshine.” Casey said sarcastically.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“If I’m being completely honest, I haven’t seen one of these shows before.” Ally said. “But I’m still confident that we can make this work.”

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Whatever.” Quinn rolled her eyes and slumped in her wheelchair.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">Meanwhile, the Popular Salmon eyed the other team from their corner.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“This summer is gonna be easier than I thought.” Natalia said. “Those losers clearly don’t know what they’re doing.”

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“And we do?” Floyd asked.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“I know what I’m doing.” Natalia put her hands on her hips. “Stick with me, and you will too.”

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“How do we know we can trust you?” Veronica asked.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Well, Veronica,” A slight smile crept onto Natalia’s lips. “You really don’t. That’s the fun part.”

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“So, you’re suggesting that we blindly follow you all summer,” Gavin said. “And hope that you don’t get rid of us.”

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“That doesn’t sound fun.” Clifford said.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Oh, it isn’t fun for you.” Natalia said. “But it’s fun for me.”

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">Bree and Veronica both raised an eyebrow.

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<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in">“I’m not sure I’m buying what Natalia’s trying to sell, and I know I’m not the only one.” Bree said as she looked down at her nails. “It’s obvious that she’s just going to use us, but I guess I’ll just keep quiet and go along with it.” She paused and looked up at the camera. “For now.”

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<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">Jared and Will stood towards the back of the group.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“What do you think about this?” Jared whispered to Will.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“I don’t know.” Will replied. “Maybe letting her lead us won’t be such a bad thing.”

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<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in">“Okay, I know letting Natalia lead us could be a very bad thing.” Will said. “I can almost tell she means no good just by looking at her!” Will paused to calm himself down. “If the rest of the team is alright with Natalia taking over, I guess I am too. It’s not like we have anyone better to lead us.”

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<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Most of you seem hesitant, so I’ll make you a deal.” Natalia said.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“How kind.” Gavin said sarcastically.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">Natalia ignored him and continued. “After today’s challenge, you guys can decide who you want to lead this team. It’s most likely going to be me, but you all look like you need the extra persuasion.”

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“What if we don’t want you to make yourself queen bee on the first day?” Veronica moved so she was standing face to face with Natalia.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Then try to vote me off.” Natalia crossed her arms and glared at Veronica. “We’ll see how well that works out for you.”

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<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in">“Who does she think she is?” Veronica had her arms cross and was clearly annoyed in the confessional. “She can’t tell me what to do. No one can.” She uncrossed her arms and then glared at the camera. “Not anymore.”

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<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">Britney and Ramona stood back in the corner of the room.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Whose side are you on?” Ramona asked Britney.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“What do you mean?” Britney’s head tilted in confusion.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Well, it’s clear that either Natalia or Veronica are gonna end up being in charge.” Ramona said. “Which one do you want it to be?”

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Can I be in charge?” Britney asked, eyes wide with hope.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">Ramona smiled at the blonde, but then cautiously glanced at her other teammates. “Maybe next time, Brit.”

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Then I guess I’ll pick Natalia.” Britney shrugged.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“How come?” Ramona asked as she eyed Natalia suspiciously.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Well, Natalia clearly wants to lead us because she feels that she has the needed leadership skills to do so.” Britney said all of this faster than Ramona could even comprehend. “Veronica, on the other hand, seems to be challenging Natalia just for the sake of challenging her. If we were to choose Veronica, we would most certainly become something similar to the likes of the Titanic. However, if we choose Natalia, we just might be able to formulate winning gameplay strategies and come out on top.”

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">Ramona’s jaw was practically on the floor.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“I mean, I guess either one.” Britney nervously twirled one of her blonde locks around her finger. “I don’t know.”

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<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in">“That was a close one.” Britney said while twiddling her thumbs. “I’ll definitely have to be more careful next time. Luckily, I don’t think Ramona noticed anything peculiar about my behavior.”

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<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in">“What. Was. That.” Ramona sat in the confessional with her mouth still agape.

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<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">Brad and Digit both left their respective sides of the room and met in the middle.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Things are looking pretty tense.” Brad said.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“They are?” Digit said. “The Confused Freaks are all about sunshine and friendship.”

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Oh, well, the Popular Salmon are already threatening each other.” Brad said. “No physical injuries yet, though.”

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“I guess that’s a plus.” Digit said. “Should we tell them to get outside?”

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“I guess so.” Brad said.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Alright then.” Digit grabbed a bullhorn off of a nearby table. “Hey, Freaks! You too, Populars! Get outside!”

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Is Populars a real word?” Clifford asked.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Now!” Digit shouted into the bullhorn.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">The contestants took the hint and made their way outside.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">Chris McClean was waiting on the other side of the mess hall doors. Chef stood close behind at a table with lots of paper on it.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Well, now that introductions are finally over,” Chris said with a wicked grin on his face. “It’s time to get to the interesting stuff. Welcome to your first challenge.”

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">The contestants’ reactions ranged from excitement to horror.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Which you will all be able to see in the next episode of our two-part pilot special!” Chris said directly to the camera.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Since when do we have a two-part special?” Digit asked.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“I’ll see you next time on…” Chris began his famous outro.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Don’t ignore me, McClean.” Digit glared at him.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Camp…”

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Seriously dude, we want some answers.” Brad added.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Total…”

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Chris!” Both the interns shouted.

<p class="Style1" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph">“Drama!”