It's another week, and I have to say, I am totally looking forward to the next challenge... NOT! I am still really bummed about Courtney being voted off. I was so upset with everyone, that is... until I did some digging. Since that day, I've been doing a lot of thinking, and Courtney being voted off just doesn't make sense. There's a snake among us, and I think I know who it is... Harold.
For one, everyone was confused at Courtney being eliminated because no one voted for her. We all voted for Harold. He was one of the first ones out on our team during the first challenge. Of course we voted to send him home first! Secondly, Geoff, Duncan, and DJ HATE Harold. He snores, he's messy, and he always leaves his nasty, crusty undies out for the entire cabin to see. He is an awful roommate, and he was bound to go home sooner or later, yet it was Courtney.
Not only was Courtney a strong player, but she was also my friend. It's not fair that Harold was able to cheat and get away with it. Why did he even do that? She was one of the only ones, along with me, to take up for him when the guys were being major buttholes to him. What's next, is he going to get me eliminated, too? You should never bite the hand that feeds you.
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I drag my feet as I walk outside to see what all the fuss is about. Of course it's Chris flying his plane right over our camping ground. Everyone is already outside, and they look exhausted, just like me. I guess our challenge is starting soon. I might as well go put on my clothes now, I'm still in my pj's!
"Well look who's finally gracing us with their presence. Are you finally done sulking over Courtney?" Duncan asks me.
"I wasn't sulking. Something's been on my mind. We have a snake on our team."
"Oh, yeah? Who?" He asks, so I pull him to the side.
"Last elimination, I didn't vote for Courtney, you didn't vote for Courtney, neither did Bridgette, no one voted for Courtney," I explain to him lowly.
"What are you getting at?" He asks.
"Harold rigged the voting!" I say a little louder.
"Hmm, that does make sense, but who cares? She's gone now, and I don't think Chris cares enough to fix it."
"Huh?" I say feeling a bit shocked by his reply. "But I thought you and Courtney were getting along."
"No! Wait, what did she tell you?" He asks.
I raise my eyebrow at him. What's with him? They were friendly last week. He even hugged her.
"Just that she helped you steal the food from chef's cabinet and that you're not so bad. Duncan, are you ok?"
"Um, yeah, ok. All I meant was that Harold will not get away with this, so don't worry," Duncan explains.
"Oh, ok."
What the hell.
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Chris of course had to go overboard and almost crash the freaking plane!
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"I swear, if I can survive this show, then I can survive anything. From insane challenges to Chris's crazy antics, nothing in this world will ever phase me. Thanks a lot, Warner!" :)
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"Just flexing your muscles for today's Extreme sports challenge!" Chris says through his megaphone.
"Ugh... It's too early for this," Gwen grumbles.
"This week you'll participate in three challenges. First up, Extreme Sofa Bed Skydiving! Contestants will plummet- uh... skydive to a waiting sofa bed target below. Of course, you'll be skydiving from five thousand feet. Our lucky contestants are Trent and Malibu."
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"Thanks a lot, Warner!" >:(
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"Sure, why not? You know what they say on Blackcomb Mountain, 'Best glimpse of heaven's on the way into hell.' Let's do this," Trent says enthusiastically.
"Yeah, uh, sure. Bring it on," I say, trying to see the positive side.
Chris goes on to give everyone a task, but I can hardly pay attention. I guess it helps that Trent is so positive about this whole thing, but jumping out of a plane onto a rickety old mattress? I'm all for trying new things, but considering how insane Chris is... I don't know.
All I do know is, I want to win this challenge. I need to win this challenge. Winners get a real shower that the shows are providing. These portable showers have hot water, clean floors, no mold, and privacy I've been craving! I've never wanted to win something so bad.
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"If Heather wins this challenge, I'll actually cry. Sorry, Gwen, sorry, Leshawna, but the Gophers cannot win this one."
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It's breakfast time, but I can hardly eat for two reasons. It's disgusting, and I'm too nervous about having to jump out of a freaking plane. Knowing Chris, he probably replaced our parachutes with chickens!
"Check it out, it's a corny haiku poem," Gwen says as she picks up a piece of paper off our table.
Bridgette and I scootch over to Gwen to get a look at the note. Wait, it's actually kind of... Sweet.
"Whoa, some dude's crushing big time. It's probably for you," Bridgette says to Gwen.
"Really? I was gonna say it was for you, or maybe you, Malibu."
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"As If! I doubt it's for me, who would write me a cheesy, kind of adorable, hopelessly romantic poem? Duncan? Yeah right! I mean, maybe I'd like it to be, just a little bit, but Duncan isn't the type. Like he said, he's new at this type of stuff... So maybe I am disappointed that it isn't me."
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"What?" I ask with a laugh. "From who?"
"DJ," Gwen replies.
"Me and DJ are friends, nothing more," I laugh. "Maybe it's for you."
"Yeah," Bridgette agrees. "Trent is totally crushing on you. I've seen the way he always scams an extra muffin for you."
"Yeah, but Geoff is so into you. Remember at the dock yesterday how he tried to get your attention?" Gwen asks.
The three of us laugh thinking back to yesterday. Ok, maybe it's not Geoff. Or maybe it could and Geoff has a soft romantic side we don't know about. Anything is possible... Except it being being from Duncan.
"Then again, Geoff probably couldn't pronounce haiku, let alone write one," Gwen jokes.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Bridgette asks.
"Nothing. He's just not exactly the scholarly type."
"Oh, and I suppose Trent is busy boning up on his Neitzche in his spare time?" Bridgette replies sarcastically.
Oh, no.
"Ok, guys. Maybe we-" I try to calm them down before it escalates even more, but I'm cut off by Gwen.
"I think Trent is more Neitzche than Geoff is haiku-y."
"Haiku-y?" Bridgette scoffs. "Well, at least Geoff isn't a poser. Trent probably doesn't even write his own songs."
"You guys, this is stupid," I interrupt. "It's just a note, we shouldn't argue over-"
"Tell you what, Betty," Gwen cuts me off again. "I'll bet you two nights dessert that the poem was for me."
"Oh, I'm up for that- Down with that- Whatever. You're on!" Bridgette exclaims, and the two stomp away, leaving me alone all by myself to wonder how it got that bad so quickly.
What just happened?
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