TDA day...

TDA day 6!

Remember what I said yesterday about never wanting to be this close with anyone? Well, I was now starting to believe Chris could read minds. You see, Chris thought it would be an amazing idea to lock us in our trailers. So, I was stuck with all the girls in a tiny tin can and no way out… *Sigh* Excuse me for a moment. If you need me, I’ll be in the corner, rolled up in the fetal position, having a panic attack.

"They've got to open the door right?" Gwen asked. She sounded even more afraid than I was.  "I have claustrophobia!" Oh, that would explain it.

"Oh boo hoo! This trailer is as tight as the space between Lindsay's ears," Heather said.

"Awww. Thank you!" Lindsay sounded so sincere. I rolled my eyes. How can someone be so stupid that they don’t even know when they are being insulted.

Gwen gasped, "UP THERE!" She pointed up.

"Yeah, there's a roof up there. What do we do? Use Heather's hard head to break it?" I asked, half serious.

She ignored it, "There's an air vent! Maybe one of us could squeeze through it!"

All eyes went on Heather. "What?" Heather asked.

"Only the toothpick-y of us could fit thru! I’m talking model thin!” Gwen kissed up. “I mean truly the most sleek of us would want to show off her sleekness!"

Heather looked very confident for the first time since she got her head shaved. “For once, I agree with you, I’ll do it." I cupped my hand on one side and LeShawna did the same on the other. Heather grabbed our shoulders and we gave her a boast. She undid the air vent and LeShawna and I practically threw her over.

“Sometimes I really wish I was one of the guys," Leshawna said.

I laughed. “For once I don’t. The guys are too stupid, they probably are trying to break down the door with Harold’s head.”

Heather unlocked our door and opened it. As if to confirm my theory, the guys door broke and they all ran out at once. “Hope you all enjoyed your first taste of the goo-log!" Chris said walking around in a cops costume. Um? What is that? The term sounded familiar…

"Goolog. I didn't get any goolog!" Lindsay whined.

"Well prepare for it to get a whole lot worse because today is prison flick day!" Chris yelled and we all moaned.

“At least we have two people who have been to prison,” Heather didn’t sound to excited.

I sneered, “I’ve only been twice, and I didn’t stay for long the second time.”

“Yeah, that and it was only juvenile detention,” Duncan pointed out. “Don’t get too excited.

"Ah, prison! The confinement! The claustrophobia! The vial nasty food ! You're always looking over your shoulder ‘cause Mr. Killer dude wants to cut ya for taking the last tator tot, and no matter how digging out spoonfuls of dirt year after year there's no escape!"  Chris was making prison sound even more glorious than it is.

"In other words, this whole set," I pointed out. That got a couple of smiles.

Chris nodded, "Unless you get voted off."

Wait, prison, claustrophobia, no escape, voted out… I looked over at Gwen. “Did he plan this?” I mouthed. She shrugged and looked nervous. I went to the confessional./”I know about Gwen’s deal with the Grip because she told me last night. My question is, did Chris purposefully do this? Or did he just happen to pick a challenge that had Gwen’s top 3 fears?”/

 

We all got changed and we walked to the challenge site. "Lockdown people! Let’s get this challenge started. Teams pick your prisoner and Chef, I mean, warden, lock ‘em up!" Chris said.