I Don’t Wanna Be Famous
A Total Drama SI story
Disclaimer: Total Drama belongs to Fresh TV Inc. I’m simply borrowing it to tell some stories.
Author’s Notes: Yeah, I ended up moving all the pre-written scenes to the next chapter, because there was no real way to get them into this one without making it really awkward and out-of-place with everything else. On the bright side, skipping the rewriting allowed me to release the chapter today as originally planned, so… yay? I kinda feel like I could have added some more to the Blind William Tell scene, but… meh.
Oh, and enjoy the extra confessionals.
Chapter 11: Trust Issues
Chris stood on the dock as he addressed the camera.
“Last time, on Total Drama Island…”
Clips began rolling, showing scenes from the previous episode.
“Things really got cooking between the campers. Heather saw traitors everywhere, and Justin ended up traumatized.
“Owen had a hard day, Jason led the Killer Bass to victory, and the Screaming Gophers are on a losing streak. It was buh-bye Beth. Have the Gophers broken the curse? And just how much trust do they have in one another?
“Find out this week, on Total. Drama. Island!”
The day after the cooking challenge, we were all gathered in the main lodge for breakfast. Gwen and I were among the first in line, engaged in some idle conversation as we awaited our turn.
“Today’s breakfast is Hawaiian/Swedish fusion casserole,” Chef Hatchet declared proudly once it was Gwen’s turn.
“You mean leftovers from the cooking challenge,” she deadpanned.
“Yeah, that’s right, you got a problem with that?!” he barked.
The Goth girl immediately saluted. “Sir, no, sir!”
I snickered as Chef Hatchet returned the salute and then gestured for me to walk up while Gwen left for the Gophers’ table.
“Hey, gimme some pannkakstårta,” I said. “I already popped a lactase pill and I don’t want it to go to waste.”
“You’ll eat what I tell ya ta eat!” Chef Hatchet exclaimed, prompting me to roll my eyes. Unlike Gwen, I wasn’t intimidated by the man in the least, even if I did sort of respect his hard-line attitude. In a much calmer voice, he added, “Besides, there’s none left.”
“What, nothing?” I asked, disappointed. “But I’ve been looking forward to that for, like, twenty seconds, now!”
“It mysteriously disappeared last night,” Chef Hatchet offered up by way of explanation.
“’Mysteriously’, huh?” I muttered, thinking back to how much Chris had enjoyed the dessert. No doubt he ate it all after we left. “Fine, whatever. Just gimme what ya got.”
I ended up receiving a strange mix of mashed potatoes, meatballs, pineapple and mango slices all mushed together, and a piece of tunnbrödsrulle on the side.
It wasn’t bad, but it was a very strange mix of flavors, I’ll tell you that.
I went over and sat down at the Bass’ table to eat, idly conversing with Geoff and DJ as I did. All in all, it was a fairly normal morning for all of us… until DJ decided to, uh, chew up some of his food and then feed it to his pet bunny that he’d brought to breakfast with him.
“Dude, he’s a bunny, not a bird,” I said, feeling mildly disgusted by the sight.
“He’s my baby,” DJ said simply. He seemed completely unconcerned about the appearances.
“… Okay, then,” I said after exchanging a quiet look with Geoff.
“All right, campers, listen up!” Chris exclaimed as he walked into the lodge, clapping his hands for attention. “It’s challenge time again!”
I blinked. “What? But we didn’t get a day off!”
“Not my problem. Eat up and come down to the dock, people. Your next challenge awaits!”
“So, last week’s challenge exposed a few Gopher issues,” Chris said once we were all gathered on the dock. As if to illustrate his words, Heather and Gwen exchanged dirty looks. “And I’m sensing a little something funky floating in the Bass pond, too.”
Next to me, Duncan elbowed Courtney… who responded by shoving him hard enough to put him flat on his face. Watching the punk rocker get back up and dust himself off, I got the distinct feeling I’d missed something, as the pair of them seemed to have been getting along just fine the day before.
“This week’s challenge is gonna be centered around building trust,” Chris continued. “Because all good things begin with a little trust.”
“I trusted Trent once,” Gwen said in the confessional, her arms crossed. “He left me buried alive on the beach.”
“There will be three major challenges that will have to be completed by two or more members of your team,” Chris began his explanation of the challenge. “Normally, we like to have the campers choose their partners… but not this time! More fun for me!”
I sighed. “This is gonna suck, isn’t it?”
Chris chuckled. “For you, maybe.”
I simply sighed again.
“Okay, so for the first challenge, you’ll be doing an extreme, free-hand rock-climbing adventure!” Chris exclaimed. He had led all of us away from the camp, to the bottom of a steep cliff with a large, rocky outcropping up top. “DJ and Duncan will play for the Bass, Heather and Gwen for the Gophers. Here’s your belay and harness.”
As he spoke, the host tossed a belay and harness to Gwen, only to have them immediately taken away from her by Heather.
“Hey! What’s your damage?” Gwen asked, clearly annoyed.
“If you think I’m letting you hold me up, you’re nuts,” Heather shot back.
“You won’t be holding her up exactly,” Chris interjected. He picked up another belay to demonstrate how it worked. “One camper pulls the slack through the belay as their partner climbs. If the climber falls, the belay will stop them from crashing. The catch? Both the sides and the base of the mountain are rigged with a few minor distractions.”
“Like what?” I asked, intrigued.
Chris chuckled. “Like rusty nails, slippery oil slicks, mild explosives and a few other surprises.”
“Wicked!” Harold said, impressed.
“The person on belay must also harness their partner up. It’s all about trust, people. And remember: never let go of the rope. Your partner’s life depends on it.”
Gwen raised her hand. “Excuse me, can we trade partners? I really don’t feel like getting dropped on my head today.”
“Puh-lease,” Heather returned, “as much as I love your company, I’m not going to throw a challenge just to kill you. Yet. Now spread ‘em.”
The climbers on both teams proceeded to harness themselves up with the aid of their belay partners. As they did so, DJ handed his pet bunny, Bunny – yeah, real creative, DJ – to Geoff to take care of while he climbed.
“Aw, hey, little guy!” the skater boy said to the small woodland creature. “I’m gonna take good care of you, don’t worry.”
“Why, you gonna show Bridgette your nurturing side?” I asked, my voice laced with sarcasm as I rolled my eyes.
Unfortunately, it seemed that Geoff didn’t pick up on my cues. “Oh my gosh, you’re right! That’s a great idea! I’m gonna be the best bunny-sitter ever!”
I simply stared at him blankly before turning my attention to the climbers. They both proceeded up the cliff at a slow, steady pace; it was clear neither DJ nor Gwen was an experienced climber and so both preferred to take things slow and cautious.
They had just passed the field of rusty nails when something exploded and tossed Gwen off the cliff. Heather was quick on the case, however, and Gwen let out a loud “Ow!” as her descent abruptly halted.
“It’s okay, I’ve got you,” Heather called out.
“I promised surprises! habañero pepper sauce, anyone?” Chris spoke then, brandishing a large water rifle. He aimed the toy weapon at Heather, letting loose with a stream of some red liquid.
“What the heck, Chris?!” the Asian girl asked angrily as she let go of the belay to wipe the liquid out of her eyes. Behind her, Gwen let out a scream as she fell, then another “Ow!” as she landed unceremoniously on her butt.
“Muy caliente,” Chris said, striking a pose before he once more took aim… this time on Duncan. Unfortunately, the stream of hot sauce was kept out of the punk rocker’s eyes by a pair of red sunglasses, and the teen opened his mouth to swallow as much of the sauce as he could.
“Is that the best you can do?” he asked slyly.
Chris turned to the nearest intern and whispered, “Is that the best we can do?!”
When the intern nodded, I chuckled. “You’re off your game, Chris. Also, isn’t it supposed to be habanero, not habañero?”
The host shot me a flat look… and then just shot me. Having half-expected the action, I covered my eyes with one hand and opened my mouth. I swallowed the sauce and then licked my lips. “Thanks. Can I have fries with that?”
“Jackass,” the host muttered.
Snickering, I turned my attention back to the climbers once more. Gwen had just passed DJ, who’d slowed his ascent to a crawl following the earlier explosion.
“Come on, Gwen,” Heather called out, “you don’t wanna fall… behind.”
As I watched, she pulled on a second belay rope… which, as it turned out, was attached to Gwen’s skirt. The snaps holding the article of clothing together snapped open from the force of Heather’s sudden pull, allowing it to fall off. In doing so, it revealed a pair of purple panties with what might have been a pink skull on them.
Huh. Somehow, I expected them to be black.
“Well, you don’t see that every day,” Duncan said with an appreciative look on his face.
“No you don’t, my man,” Chris agreed. “No, you don’t.”
The skirt, meanwhile, had landed almost perfectly on DJ’s face, momentarily obscuring his vision. When he removed it, he was treated to a close-up of Gwen’s panties, as she was barely a meter ahead of him. Whether from surprise or embarrassment, the Jamaican boy lost his grip on both skirt and cliff and fell.
“Duncan, catch him!” I exclaimed, and Duncan hurriedly moved to do just that – only for the belay rope on the ground to snake around his ankle and pull him up into the air.
Both boys screamed until their journey ended with both of them hanging helplessly from the belay rope, about halfway between the ground and where DJ had fallen from.
Somehow, Gwen managed to catch her skirt when DJ lost hold of it, and clenched it between her teeth as she continued climbing up the cliff to victory.
“Looks like the Gophers have won the first challenge,” Chris announced.
“Yeah!” Gwen exclaimed victoriously, throwing her hands in the air… and with them, the skirt. Realizing what she had just done, the Goth girl immediately covered herself up with a “Crap!”
“If it’s any consolation, you look good in purple!” I called out between laughter.
I couldn’t tell for certain, but I thought she might’ve blushed at that.
The second challenge took place in the main lodge. And this time, it was Geoff and myself who were going to compete on behalf of the Bass, facing off against Trent and Lindsay.
Geoff and I stood behind one table while the two Gophers stood behind the other. The two teams faced one another, while in-between the tables a podium had been set up.
A spotlight – that Chris had brought in just for the challenge – illuminated one of the interns as he did a rather impressive multiple flip to land behind the podium… only for Chris to pop up in his stead. The host made a show of dusting himself off as he flashed a toothy grin at the camera.
“And now, round two!” Chris announced. “The Extreme. Cooking. Challenge!”
Alas, while the host might have expected us competitors to pay him the attention he oh-so-obviously wanted, our eyes were glued on the intern slowly crawling his way out from behind the podium and into the kitchen.
If he noticed our distraction, Chris paid it no mind. “Each team must choose who cooks and who eats.”
“I might as well do it,” I said with a shrug. “That okay with you?”
Geoff nodded. “Sure, man. I gotta take care of Bunny, anyhow, y’know?”
“Oh, right, the pet,” I said, lowering my gaze to the bunny in his arms. It was on its back against his arm and sighed contentedly as Geoff scratched the top of its head.
“Ohhh, Todd, I’ll be the cook!” Lindsay said enthusiastically as she leaned on Trent’s shoulder. I simply rolled my eyes at the blonde’s misremembering of the boy’s name.
With the cooks decided, Chris continued. “Today you’ll be preparing fugu sashimi, the traditional Japanese poisonous blowfish.”
On cue, Chef Hatchet stepped out of the kitchen pushing a serving cart. On top of the serving tray was a fish tank with two fish in it. Once he stopped in front of the podium, the lights went out as a film projector turned on, displaying a picture of the blowfish on the wall with a big death’s head on the middle portion.
“The fugu blowfish contains enough lethal toxins to kill thirty people,” Chris said matter-of-factly while Chef Hatchet picked the fish out of the tank and tossed them onto the cutting boards on the tables.
“Fishes… meet your maker!” Chef Hatchet declared.
“They must be sliced veeery carefully to cut around the poisonous organs. The poison paralyzes the nerves and there is no antidote!” Chris continued. “So, no worries!”
“You took Biology, right?” Trent asked worriedly of Lindsay, who nodded.
“Uh, isn’t this, like, illegal outside Japan or something?” I asked, feeling just a tad concerned.
Chris made a shushing motion. “Shu-ush! Now, begin!”
I took a deep, calming breath. “Okay, I’ve gutted fish before. This is no different. It’s poison, not toxin, so that part’s safe… Um, you okay with this, Geoff? Geoff?”
Alas, the cowboy was busy nuzzling the bunny while whispering sweet nothings in its fuzzy ear and didn’t seem to hear a word I said. That figured.
I sighed and turned my attention back to the fish. “Okay, let’s do this.”
I freely admit, I had never been more careful – or nervous – cutting up a fish in my life. I very carefully sliced open its belly and cautiously removed the organs, doing my best not to rupture anything and spill poison on the meat. Once the organs were safely removed, I washed the knife and then began filleting the meat. The only other ingredients available to us were pre-boiled white rice, some vegetables and nori seaweed for turning it into sushi, and so I set about doing just that. The end result wasn’t overly pretty – I wasn’t used to making sushi, you see – but it would hopefully not be lethal.
Hopefully.
After catching Geoff’s attention – which turned out surprisingly difficult – I served him the sushi. Most of his attention still on Bunny, he casually popped a piece into his mouth, chewed, and swallowed.
“… Are you okay?” I asked hesitantly.
“Huh? Oh, yeah, I’m fine. Good sushi, bruh.”
I breathed a sigh of relief. It appeared I had succeeded in not killing my teammate. I turned my attention to the other team and found Trent on the floor, spasming and gasping for air while Lindsay hovered over him with a worried expression on her face.
“I thought you said you passed Biology,” the boy ground out.
“I said I took Biology,” the blonde shot back, prompting me to mentally facepalm.
Chris shrugged. “It’s cool. Give him 24 hours and he’ll be up and walking, good as new.”
“Uh, shouldn’t somebody help him?” I asked. “Like, shouldn’t we pump his stomach or something? To keep more of the poison from getting into his system?”
“Nurse Hatchet’s got it,” the host shot back casually as he left the lodge.
I blinked. “Nurse Hatch-”
On cue once again, Chef- er, “Nurse” Hatchet stepped into the room from the kitchen, wearing an old-timey nurse’s uniform because why the fuck not?
To the collective dismay of everyone still in the lodge, Trent’s treatment started with mouth-to-mouth.
“Good news: the third round involves three more challenges!” Chris announced once the teams had gathered in the woods just outside camp. “It’s the Three Blind Challenges! It begins with the Blind William Tell, followed by the Blind Trapeze, and culminating in the treacherous Blind Toboggan.”
With the explanation underway, Chris handed some protective glasses to DJ, then balanced an arrow on the top of his head. This done, the host walked over to a wooden tub filled with apples and picked one up.
“Like legendary marksman William Tell, you’ll be knocking arrows off your partner’s head with crab apples,” he said.
Courtney raised her hand. “Um, wasn’t it the other way around?”
“Yeah, what she said,” I agreed, flicking a thumb at the brunette.
“Shush!” Chris retorted. He seemed to be doing that a lot that day. He then pulled a white piece of cloth out of his pocket and held it up for our inspection. “Also, the shooter will be blindfolded,” he added and quickly tied the blindfold around his head while the rest of us stepped away from a now very nervous DJ.
“The person who knocks off the arrow while causing the least amount of facial damage, wins.” As he spoke, the host picked up a slingshot and used it to shoot the apple toward DJ… who soon ended up collapsed to his knees while holding his crotch.
Chris took off the blindfold and winced. “Aww, nuts! Justin and Owen, you’ll be one team. Courtney and Harold, you’ll be the other.”
Harold immediately raised his hand. “Um, I’m violently allergic to apples.”
“I’ll do it,” Eva said determinedly. “I’m a pretty good shot.”
Courtney sighed. “You’d better be.”
“Alright, let’s rock and roll!” Chris announced.
A few minutes later, Courtney and Owen stood to one side, wearing protective glasses and balancing arrows on their heads, while on the other side stood Eva and Justin, wearing blindfolds and holding slingshots.
As the rest of us watched from the sidelines, the two shooters began, well, shooting. Apples flew one after the other, many hitting the two target dummies in various body parts while others missed entirely. Eva seemed to be doing better than Justin in the sense that most of her shots were closer to the arrow that was the intended target, but in practice this mostly just translated to Courtney getting hit in the face a lot more than Owen. After a while the Hispanic girl started to sway back and forth as an obvious sign of a mild concussion, which unfortunately led to Eva to miss most of her remaining shots entirely.
Justin, by contrast, was gradually getting closer and closer with his shots, and eventually managed to hit the Gophers’ arrow and land them the win.
“Did… did we win?” Courtney asked after Chris declared the challenge over… right before she collapsed like a felled tree.
Taking off her blindfold, Eva winced at the sight. “Sorry.”
“And now – the Blind Trapeze!” Chris announced once we had all gathered around a pair of wooden trapeze platforms set up over a pond. “To avoid serious injury, the trapeze has been set up over this pond… which is full of jellyfish!”
I looked into the water. True to his word, the pond had been filled with dozens upon dozens of bright, pink jellyfish. As I watched, I saw arcs of electricity coursing over and between their gelatinous forms.
“Whoa, wait,” I said in alarm. “Are those electric jellyfish?”
“Correctamundo, Jason.”
“How did you even- No, wait, I don’t want to know.”
Chris snickered. “That’s probably for the best. Now, you two will stand blindfolded on the platform until your partners tell you when to jump.”
As he spoke, the host handed blindfolds to Heather… and myself.
“Oh, this is not cool,” I muttered as I took it.
“And after we jump?” the Asian girl asked.
“Then, hopefully, they’ll catch you,” Chris answered and pointed at the pond, “or that’s gonna be one heck of a painful swim. Heh-heh-heh. Okay, hut-hut-hut!”
“You’re going down,” Heather said to me with a smirk that I promptly mirrored.
“Not unless you buy me dinner, first,” I said, giving her a wink. Upon seeing the very much offended look on the girl's face, I snickered. “Besides, I’ve done trapeze before.”
That got a surprised gasp out of her. “You have?”
“Yup. Used to do gymnastics as a kid.” Never with a blindfold, though…
“Yeah, well… You’re still going down!”
“Again, not unless you buy me di-”
“Oh, shut up, you perv!”
With that, we separated and climbed onto our respective platforms… along with our partners, who turned out to be Lindsay and Harold.
Seeing the spindly-looking boy waving to me from the opposite platform, I suddenly felt a lot less confident. I eyed the jellyfish-filled pond one last time before I put on my blindfold and waited.
Call me crazy, but I wasn’t about to jump too early and mistime the jump when there were who-knows-how-many electric jellyfish waiting for me below. No, I was jumping exactly when Harold told me to.
I did feel just a tad nervous about him catching me, though; I vaguely remembered a lot of the other kids way back when couldn’t do the trapeze because they’d been too weak to hold on properly, and Harold, well…
I took a deep breath and let it back out. Things would work out, surely. Maybe.
“Harold, if you drop me, I will hurt you,” I said aloud.
I heard an audible gulp from the other platform. “Uh, g-got it.”
“Okay, campers, get ready!” Chris called out, signaling the start of the challenge. “The Bass go first!”
I waited patiently, doing my best to ignore the occasional sound of electrical discharge below. Before long, my patience was rewarded.
“Okay, jump on three!” I heard Harold call out. “One… two… three!”
I jumped, my arms outstretched while an uncomfortable feeling settled in the pit of my stomach. For a second that felt like a small eternity, I hung in the air, and just as gravity took hold so did Harold, his hands clutching around my wrists.
As time sped back up, I immediately twisted my hands around and grabbed his wrists, in turn, to ensure I wouldn’t be dropped. For a moment, all was well as we swung back toward Harold’s platform. And then…
“Uh-oh.”
“What? Whaddya, mean, ‘uh-oh?!” There was something weird about the return swing, I could feel it. Like we were moving… down?
As it turned out, we were. “I’m slipping!”
“Harold, don’t you da-”
And then we hit the water and my world became electric… in a very bad way.
After climbing back onto land, I turned to Harold with a sour look. There were several jellyfish still stuck to me, giving me periodic electric shocks, and I was not feeling happy at all.
“W-wait!” Harold exclaimed, holding his hands up as if to ward me off. “I didn’t drop you, I slipped off the bar! You said you weren’t gonna hurt me if I didn’t drop you!”
I paused and smiled. “Harold, I’m not going to hurt you.”
The lanky teen let out a relieved breath. “Oh, good.”
“They are.”
He blinked. “Wait, what a-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!”
I shoved Harold back into the pond.
His screams were music to my ears.
“Some people say revenge is a dish best served cold,” Jason said as he sat in the confessional. There was a jellyfish still stuck to the side of his head.
The boy crossed his arms over his chest.
“But I prefer mine piping-hot and smothered in pain.”
“Seeing Heather fall into the pond? That was amazing!” Gwen said excitedly in the confessional, a big smile on her face. Then it dimmed. “Oh, but I kinda feel sorry for Jason… He didn’t deserve that. The universe gives and takes, I guess?”
A while later, I went to the medical tent set up at the edge of camp. Trent, Courtney and even Harold were already there, lying unconscious on separate cots and occasionally twitching. Unlike myself, they had all been hauled over there directly by the interns. I sat down on an empty cot and idly watched the other campers as I waited for medical attention.
Not two minutes later, I heard a voice. “I can’t believe I trusted that little- Ow! Frickin’ electric jellyfish! Ow!”
I chuckled as Heather entered the tent. “I see you went down, as well.”
“Oh, drop dead,” the Asian girl retorted as she sat down on the cot across from me. Like me, she had a jellyfish still stuck to her head, and just like mine it was still administering electric shocks occasionally. “Ow!”
Just then Courtney sat up with a jolt. She looked around wildly, clearly disoriented. “Wha… Where am I?”
“You’re in the infirmary,” Heather answered her before looking over at me. “What?”
I gave her a lopsided grin. “I was just thinking: On the bright side, neither of us had to buy the other dinner.”
She blinked before biting back an amused snort. “Idiot.”
“Heh.”
Courtney stared between us. “Wha…?”
I learned later that Gwen and – ugh! – Justin ended up beating Geoff and DJ in the Blind Toboggan challenge. Not because they were particularly more skilled at it or anything, but because Geoff and DJ had a huge fight after DJ’s pet bunny refused to leave Geoff and they ended up arguing the whole race… or up until they managed to crash into a tree, anyway.
Yeah, there were a lot of injuries that day.
With the Gophers having won the climbing challenge and the Bass the cooking challenge, the score had been one to one, leaving the Three Blind Challenges to determine ultimate victory. With the Gophers winning the first, the second ending up a draw since both Heather and I fell into the Electric Jellyfish Pond of Pain, and the Gophers winning the third… that meant the Gophers won the day’s challenge as a whole and the Killer Bass had to vote someone off.
Honestly, between Geoff and DJ fighting because of the whole Bunny thing, Courtney being upset with Eva for giving her a concussion, and myself having a slight spat with Harold, I don’t think the vote had ever been as divided as it was that day.
In the end, though…?
“I dunno why DJ’s all upset, like,” Geoff said as he sat in the confessional.
“I did my best to take care of Bunny for him, so what right’s he got to be mad, huh? It’s not my fault I did a better job than him! The guy’s off his rocker!”
“No, Bunny, please, calm down.”
DJ tried in vain to get Bunny to sit still in his lap as he sat in the confessional. The bunny tried again and again to get away, and occasionally let out a wail as it reached for the door.
“I know you miss Geoff, but you’re with me, okay? I’mma do a way better job than he ever could, you’ll see!”
“Eva? Yeah, we’ve been getting along better ever since Jason, uh… ‘taught her a lesson’,” Courtney said in the confessional, making air quotes with her fingers at the last part.
“But she gave me a fricking concussion today! I get that she didn’t mean it, but why did she have to shoot the apples so darn hard?! If she wasn’t such a try-hard, this never would have happened. I’m voting for Eva.”
“Okay, I get that Courtney’s got beef with Eva, but come on,” Duncan said in the confessional, one hand stroking the back of his neck. “Between her and Harold? I’m voting for Harold. That guy’s been rubbing me wrong the whole show.”
“Yeah, I’m pretty sure Jason’s voting for Harold, so that’s what I’m doing.”
Eva sat stoically in the confessional with her arms crossed over her chest, inadvertently showing off her muscles to the camera.
“Besides, have you seen the muscles on that boy? Me neither! He’s all bones!”
“Okay, look: I don’t really have anything against Harold. No, seriously; as soon as I’d shoved him back in the pond, things were square between us as far as I was concerned.”
Jason leaned back against the wall of the confessional, crossing his arms as he did so.
“But let’s be real: setting aside his beat-boxing, Harold’s our weakest player by far. It was only natural to vote for him.”
“He’s not fooling me for a moment,” Heather said as she sat in the confessional. “He’s trying to get me to lower my guard by cracking bad jokes, but it’s not gonna work.”
The Asian girl pointed directly at the camera.
“I know what you’re doing, Jason! You’re not the only one who knows how to play mind games!”
She looked sidelong toward the door, then, and let out a snicker, only to immediately catch herself and look back at the camera in alarm.
“What? I wasn’t thinking about his stupid jokes! I was thinking about something else!”
End Chapter 11
The roster
The Screaming Gophers: Gwen, Trent, Heather, Cody, Lindsay, Beth, Izzy, Owen, Leshawna, Justin, Noah
The Killer Bass: Geoff, Bridgette, DJ, Tyler, Sadie, Katie, Courtney, Jason, Duncan, Eva, and Harold
