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I can’t believe Blitzo got me into this situation.
Lincoln thought as he waited on a dock for the boat to Camp Wawanakwa for the new reality TV show ‘Total Drama Island.’ He should have known Blitzo was up to something when he walked into the office just the way he smiled. The only thing he doesn’t know is how Blitzo got the producer of the show to got Lincoln on the show. Probably with threats and blackmail of kill someone.
However, even Lincoln was going to make the best of it; Eight weeks on an island, a chance to win 100,000 and acutal break. The pros may outweigh the bad in his current situation.
The boat came into Lincoln view. It was a luxury yacht with golden railing. Lincoln grabbed his luggage as the boat came up on the dock, and Lincoln walked onto it. A young intern with a red button-up shirt and a headset came out of the helm.
“Are you Lincoln?” said the intern
“That’s me.”
“Alright, stand at the deck and we’ll be there in four minutes.”
The intern got back to the helm and Lincoln looked out to sea; he smiled.
Time to win this show. Lincoln thought
Chris tried to stay focused after introducing another camper Izzy who seemed doesn’t have all her marbles. Nevertheless, he was ready to introduce the last teen boy contestant. It was supposed to be a young man named Craig or MC Shorty a wannabe rapper from south Toronto. There was a last-minute change; instead of Craig aka MC Shorty, it was Lincoln where Chris found little info that involved where he was from, his age, and his apprenticeship. This wouldn't be a problem for the host, as it will make the show much more interesting.
Right on time, the yacht came to the dock of Camp Wawanakwa. Stepping off the boat was Lincoln, a teen with white hair, small freckles, and brown eyes; he wore orange flannel, a gray t-shirt that had a small yellow smiling face with red devil's horns, ripped black jeans, and black high-top shoes. He was about as tall as the other contestant, Tyler, but he’s on the skinny side. Lincoln walked up to Chris with luggage.
“Everyone this is Lincoln,” Chris introduces.
Lincoln looked at the camp he was staying at and saw a seagull that was trying to eat an empty bean can
“Woah, this camp looks like shit,”
“Hey, language,” Chris said in a stern voice
“Sorry.” Lincoln shrugged and joined other teen contestants.
“What’s with the hair? Did you dye it,” said Lindsay
“Nope, natural.”
“Woah, that's cool.”
Yeah, right Duncan thought
Chirs looked to see the last yacht for today and he announced. “And here comes the last camper.”
Stepping off the yacht was Sky. She had black medium hair with bangs and black eyes, light yellow tank top, orange feather earrings, purple pearl necklace, black pants, and purple shoes
“Sky, welcome to the show,” said Chris
“Thanks Chris, happy to be here and win it all,” said Sky
“We’ll see.”
She joined the others, completing the cast of the show. To celebrate the first season of Total Drama Island, Chris got an idea.
“Alright everyone, time for a group photo from the promos, so everyone at the dock.”
The teens went to the end of the dock and smiled, and Chris was on the yacht; he got out of the camera. He pointed he camera at the teens, but there was one problem.
“Opps, forget the lens cap.” Chris took the lens cap off, and then he realized, “Wait, the card is full. Just give me a second.”
“Come on, man,” said Leshawana, who rolled her eyes, “My face is starting to freeze.”
“Got it, okay.” Chris aimed the camera at the contestant. “Everyone say Wawanakwa.”
“Wawanakawa,” said Everyone
In a split second, the dock under them gives way and collapses into the water. Chris took a picture of the teen in the water trying not to drown.
“Everyone get dry off and meets at the campfire pit at 10,” said Chris.
So, 15 minutes on the show I’m already wet Lincoln thought
As he got the water out of his flannel jacket. Luckly that his luggage didn't fall into the water. Lincoln followed his other contestant to the campfire. Lincoln stood next to Dj when Chris began to talk about the camp they were staying at.
“This is Camp Wawanakawa, your home for the next eight weeks. The campers sitting around you will be your cabinmates, your competition, and maybe your friends. Ya dig?”
Lincoln looked around at the campers around him. Some of them seem nice, others might give him trouble, and a few he was unsure of at the moment.
“The camper who manages to stay on Total Drama Island the longest without getting voted off will get $100,000.”
“Excuse me,” said Duncan, who walked up to Heather. “What will the sleeping arrangement be? Because I’d like to request a bunk under her.” He pointed to Heather.
Heather made a gagging noise and asked, “They’re not co-ed, are they?”
“No, girls get a cabin to themselves, and the boys get one from themsevles too” said Chris
“Excuse me, Kyle.” Lindsay raised her hands. “Can I have a cabin with a lake view since I’m the prettiest?”
Alright she’s not going to be trouble, Lincoln thought
“Okay, you are, but that’s not really how it works here. And it’s Chris, not Kyle.”
“I have to live with Sadie or, I’ll die,” said Katie
“And I’ll break out in hives. It’s true,” said Sadie
“This cannot be happening,” said Gwen, dreading the situation she found herself in.
“Aww come on guys,” Owen took Tyler and Gwen into an one-armed hug, “It’ll be fun, it’s like a big sleepover.”
“At least you don’t have to sleep next to him,” said Tyler
He motioned his head to Duncan who was giving a deer a rough noogie.
“Here’s the deal, campers,” said Chris, getting the campers’ attention again. “We'll split you into two teams if I call your name out, and you go stand over there.” Pointing to the right side of the campfire. “Gwen, Trent, Heather, Cody, Lindsay, Beth, Katie, Owen, Leshawna, Justin, Noah, and Lincoln. From this point on, you guys are officially known as.” Chris threw a banner, and Owen caught it to reveal the team's logo. “The Screaming Gophers.”
The banner indeed had a Screaming Gopher pumping his fist.
“Yeah, I’m a gopher, woo,” said Owen
“Wait, what about Sadie?” said Katie feeling a concern
“The rest of you. Geoff, Bridgette, D.J., Tyler, Sadie, Sky, Izzy, Courtney, Ezekiel, Duncan, Eva, and Harold."
“But Katie’s a gopher. I have to be a gopher,” Sadie
“Sadie, is it?” Courtney came up along with Sky to try to comfort her. “Come on, it’ll be okay.”
“Yeah, I’m sure you can still talk to her,” said Sky
“This is totally unfair.”
Chris motioned the second team to the left of the campfire.
Sadie cried out, “I miss you, Katie.”
“I miss you too, Sadie,” said Katie
He threw another banner, and Harold caught it. The banner rolled down to reveal the second team's name.
“You guys are the Killer Bass.”
The banner had a vicious fish.
“Awesome, it’s like amazing,” said Harold
“All right, campers, you and your team will be on camera in all public areas during this competition.”
Chris took the teens to an outhouse, which turned out to be a confessional, to tell the audience how they felt or get something off his chest. Lincoln went in after Lindsay; in his first confessional, Lincoln told the audience.
“Right, so this is going to be fun, and I’m definitely going to win this. I wouldn’t have to break a sweat.”
After that Chris took the group to four crappy cabins. “Alright, any questions?” He waited for someone to ask a question, and no one did. “Cool, Gophers are in the west cabin, and Bass, you guys are in the east cabin.”
Lincoln headed to the boy's Gopher cabin. The first thing he wanted was the top bunk. He got to one of top, he threw his luggage on top of a bunk. He overheard Chris talking about the bathroom being communal, and everyone got thirty minutes to unpack. Lincoln got up on his top bunk to look through his luggage to see if he got everything packed. His clothes, toothbrush, toothpaste, deodorant, magical cards, extra pair of shoes, and for some reason, condoms.
I’m not sure if Uncle Stolas, Blitzo, Millie or Loona put these here Lincoln thought
“AAAAAHHHHHH.”
Lincoln jumped down from the top bunk to see what the commotion was and saw a roach moving around the girl's Gopher cabin. Before Lincoln could stomp it, Duncan brought an axe and cut it in half.
“Where did you get the axe?” said Lincoln
“Ah, found it next to a tree near the tool shed,” said Duncan
“That was awesome,” said Harold
Tyler came up to Lindsay. “You know if one of those things comes into the cabin again. Cause I can do that.”
Lindsay smiled, looking at Tyler, who returned with his own smile.
Duncan scoffed, “They always go for the jocks.”
Lincoln rolled his eyes, humans. He goes back to his cabin to get his stuff unpacked. While he was doing that, he got tapped on the shoulder, and he turned around to see Cody.
“Hey, can I sleep under you?”
“Sure, I don’t have a problem with it.”
“Cool, Cool.”
Cody threw his luggage onto the bottom of the bunk of the bed while he unpacked, he asked Lincoln.
“There are so many hotties on this show, anyone particular you have in mind”
“Not anyone I can think of.”
“Well, I got an eye for a particular one. I got to do my move and she’ll be mine.”
“And what if you two somehow end up in the finale?”
“Huh, I haven’t thought about it. Maybe she’ll let me win.”
“I highly doubted it,” Noah jumped into the conversation
“It could happen.”
“I think you should focus more on winning than on trying to get with someone,” said Lincoln
“A guy can dream.”
After that conversation Lincoln was done unpacking, and thirty minutes was up, and he headed to the cafeteria with the other campers. That is where everyone meets the camp chef. He was a man who would seem to be more of a drill sergeant than a chef if he didn’t have the hat and apron. This is Chef Hatchet and he told the teens.
“Listen up, I serve food three times a day, and you’ll eat it three times a day. Get your tray, get your food, and sit your butts down now.”
Lincoln grabbed a tray with a plate of hamburger bread. He goes in line to get his food. What he didn’t expect was strange meat falling on top of the burger bun.
“What type of meat is this?” Lincoln asked
“It's a type of meat that’s good for you; now go sit down.”
I’ve seen cooked imp legs that were better than this crud. Lincoln thought
Lincoln sat at his team table between Trent and Beth. He asked both.
“Have you guys tried the food yet?”
“Um, I’m not sure it’s good for my health,” said Beth
“And I think my food started to smell bad,” said Trent
Lincoln picked up whatever was in between and took a small bite of it. The brown sludge was hard to swallow. It was like trying to swallow mud mixed with glue.
“What does it taste like, Lincoln?” said Beth
“I wouldn’t recommend unless all of the world food turned into crap,” said Lincoln
“I’ll just eat the bread.”
As everyone was either slowly eating their food or not even wanting to eat it, Chris came into the cafeteria.
“How are you guys enjoying the Main Lobby?” Chris asked the campers
Geoff stood up. “Yo Chris, can you order some pizza?” Then a meat clever landed on the Killer bass's table. Geoff saw the ticked-off chef. “Never mind, it’s cool, brown slop, right guys?” He sat down.
Most agree, except for one.
“I would rather have pizza,” said Lincoln
The chef gave Lincoln a stink eye, and Lincoln responded by sticking his tongue out.
Chris chuckled and moved the conversation. “Your first begins in one hour,” and he walked out of the Main Lobby.
Huh, I wonder what it's going to be? Lincoln thought
His question was answered after an hour. He was in his black and orange swim trunks with the campers wearing their swimming clothes. They were on the island cliff that had a 1,000 feet drop to the water.
Fuck me. Lincoln thought.