"Listen up you little cockroaches. I want all campers to report to the dock of shame at 0 900 hours." Chef screams through the intercom. We look around at each other confused that it's him and not Chris. "That means now soldiers, now!" We drop what we're doing and run towards the dock.

Once we're at the dock, I end up between DJ and Duncan as Chef is dripped out head to toe in army gear. He has the camo pants, the whistle, the hat, the combat boots, and a red mega phone in his hand.

"Line up and stand at attention. You call this proper formation?"

He uses a stick to correct our form, he hits Geoff's legs to he'll stand with them together, he gets Duncan arms and makes him uncross them, he yells at DJ for him to face forward, he tilts Heather's chin up, and then he hits Harold several times because he needs to be corrected for many things.

"Oh this is gonna be a fun day." Gwen whispers to Trent.

"What did you say to me soldier?" Chef yells in her face.

"Uhh nothing."

"And you'll continue to say nothing until I tell you that you can say something. Today's challenge will not be an easy one. In fact, I do not expect everyone to come out alive."

Owen laughs and gets hit in the butt with the stick. "Owww that hurt!"

Chef goes on to explain that we will be put through several strenuous activites that will test our willpower. The final camper remaining will win immunity for their respective team. Then he goes down a list of rules, such as we have to refer to him as Master Chief. And we're only allowed to do things on his command. If we want to give up, we have to walk to the end of the dock and ring the bell.

"Now get your butts to the beach soldiers. Now!"

***confessionals***

Gwen: "Whoever's sick twisted idea this was to put him in charge of our challenge, I gotta say, I'm a little bit impressed."

***confessionals end****

Before us are two canoes. Chef, or Master Chief, instructs us to hold the canoes over our heads. The first team to tap out loses. We're also not allowed to remove our hands for no reason whatsoever. We hoist our canoe over our heads and start the challenge.

"Pshh, this isn't that hard." Owen says aloud.

"Piece of cake." Geoff says looking at him.

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As the challenge goes the sun gets hotter and it's harder to focus. We're all hot and sweaty. Leshawna's stomach growled and we all looked at her after the sudden noise.

"Come on you sissies, it's only been three hours."

"Looks like they've missed lunch today."

"Mhmm, guess they just weren't hungry!" Chef yells as he and Chris sit atop of our canoes. "Unless someone wants to to quit now?"

Owen's stomach growls and he's so tempted to give in, until Gwen stops him.

"Don't even just think about it Owen."

I look over at the bass and see Geoff has a fishing rod hooked to Harold's undies. He reels the line in and rips Harold's undies off of him. He gasps and removes his hands from the canoe. Chef notices, but not before he's able to settle his hands back to where they were before.

"Hey he took his hand off!" I say looking up at Chef who's seated ontop of the bass canoe. "So we should win."

"What are you talking about his hands have been here the whole time." Duncan says feigning innocence.

"But I saw it-"

"Shut it you two, or I'll send you outback you here me?"  I scowl at Duncan as he and Geoff fistbump at their childish antics.

****confessionals***

Y/n: "'Send me outback", I say making air quotes. "Why doesn't someone send Chef back to whatever time period he came from. Maybe he'll come back with a better attitude." I say with a scoff.

Duncan: "Ha, of course Harold took his hand off the stupid boat but Chef didn't have to know that. Or Master Chief as he likes to be called. Who even cares. Seeing Y/n get riled up is kinda hot though. Might have to push her buttons some more before she leaves here."

***confessionals end****

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It's night time now and the challenge is still going on. We're all fatigued and holding onto the canoe for dear life.  Owen somehow managed to remain standing and holding the canoe while sleeping.

"Guys, I can't do this anymore." Lindsey says taking her hands off the canoe. "I lost feeling in my arms."

"Lindsey no!", I say taking one hand off the canoe.

"Looks like we've got ourselves a quitter."

"Don't do it Lindsey!" Owen calls out to her, but it's no use. She bangs her head against the bell symbolizing the end of the challenge. We drop our canoe and fall to the ground as the bass throw their canoe to the side.

"You have nothing to be ashamed of...EXCEPT BEING A LITTLE BABY THAT LET YOUR TEAM DOWN. AS FOR THE REST OF YOU HEAD TO THE MESS HALL, DINNER IS SERVED."

"Sweet Marie thank you!" Owen says immediately jumping up. He lends a hand to me and pulls me up as I dust myself off.

"Well thanks for that. What a waste." I say under my breath. Lindsey wasn't the best when it came to physical activities but it kind of frustrating since we wasted all that time and didn't get anything out of it. I help up Trent and Gwen and we walk to the mess hall together.

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"Alright maggots open your ears. You've got ten minutes to eat before the night training begins so get to it."

"Night training?"

"Ugh no way." We all say complaining. I raise my hand to be acknowledged and he nods to me.

"What do you want soldier?"

"Master Chief sir, where's the food?"

"You're looking at it." He says gesturing towards the trash cans.

"Oh okay." I say rolling my eyes at him.

Owen goes over to examine the bins and takes off one of the lids. "Um, these are the leftovers from this mornings breakfast."

"You darn right, when you're at war, you take what you can get."

Owen rummages through the trash and eats some of it. We look at him with disgust as he chews.

"I can see you've got this under control, I'm off to craft services, you coming?" Chris says while walking away.

"Serve me up some of that."

The two of them leave us to scavenge for food as they get to enjoy actually food and not scraps. People actually grab trays and start to find themselves dinner. I drop my tray on the ground as Heather throws hers behind her.

"Oh I am NOT eating this."

Courtney comes beside us and sighs. "Me neither."

"Don't care for today's special princess?" Duncan walks by carrying some juice.

"I am going to be running for office one day and no one is going  to pull up a file of me eating garbage."

"Oh come on guys, it's not that bad." Owen says with his mouthful. Heather, Courtney, and I give him repulsed looks as I try not to get nauseas.

"Yeah I'm not doing this." I say with my hands out and I go sit at a table beside Lindsey who's jabbing her fork into the table.

"Harold, we felt really bad about the whole underwear fishing incident thing, so here, we found you some apple juice." Duncan says as he passes him the glass.

"Thanks." He sips the juice and then sits it out and starts sputtering. "That's not juice."

Duncan and Geoff laugh at him as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. "Oh, oh my mistake dude. We must have confused it with the kitchen grease." Duncan explains.

"Leave him alone Duncan."

"What's up with you dollface?"

"I can't believe I actually thought you were a nice guy." I say rolling my eyes and ignoring the name he called me. His smile drops and he looks around.

"Me, nice?"

"Doug isn't nice. He's mean to animals."  Lindsey says to me while playing with my hair.

"Yeah dudette, this guy is terrible. Why would you think that?" Geoff says patting Duncan on the back.

"Whatever. Guess I was mistaken." I say putting my hands up in defense. "I can't wait to go to bed, this day has been overkill." I get up from my seat and go to my cabin to passtime until the next part of the challenge.

"Why's she so grouchy? If I recall she's usually a lot nicer than that." Duncan says scratching his head.

"I don't know." Lindsey says with a pout. "Maybe she's just hangry. It's when you're angry because you haven't eaten."

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Chef teaches us a dance combo and we try our best to keep up. It goes on for quite a while until Duncan sneaks away and turns off the music.

"Duncan, what are you doing?" Courtney says through her teeth.

"One of us drops out, we're done for the day."

"We're done, when I say we're done. Now drop and give me twenty."

He rolls his eyes and starts to do the pushups.

"That's what you get for being a smart alec." I whisper to Bridgette who nods in agreement.

"Anyone else got anything else they want to say?"

"Yes sir, Master Chief. May I please use the restroom?" I ask.

"Not exactly what I had in mind." I say as I'm given a mop and a bucket and I'm instructed to clean the communal bathroom. I sigh and get to cleaning.

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"For your next challenge, you will complete a 300 word essay about how much you love...me." Chef says as we're gathered in the mess hall. "Anyone who falls asleep or fails to complete the challenge will be eliminated."

He starts a mental timer as he studies the clock for time. We write for what feels like an eternity as he finally calls time. I struggle to keep my eyes open as he goes through to inspect our writing. He goes over to Duncan and starts to read his work aloud.

"I love Master Chief Hatchet. Because he is very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very... this is just one sentence with five pages of verys in between them."

"It's three hundred words exactly. You can count them if you want." Chef starts to walk to our side of the room but he soon slips on Owen's puddle of drool.

"Wipe up the drool you big baby! You two slackers, are out." He says referring to Trent and DJ. "The rest of you get to bed, and report to the playing fields at 0 500 hours."

"Missed a spot there general."

"Boy! Do you wanna run five laps around this camp right now?" Courtney jumps in to reprimand the boy before he can get in anymore trouble.

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"You will all run this course until you can ALL complete it under one minute. Am I making myself clear?" Chef says getting in Duncan's face.

"Crystal."

Courtney mutters something to him before Chef yells at us to start running.

There was mud on the once green grass. We had to jump up a wall and then jump down from it. Then we had to jump through a tire and then roll down the slope. Owen got himself stuck in the tire unfortunately.

Then we had to crawl underneath swinging axes. I grimace as the mud clings to my skin. After that, we had to swing across some mud and roll down a ramp. We completed the obstacle course a few more times as more people started to falter. I trip over some ropes tied across the ground and end up covered in mud.

"Ewwww."

"Fallen soldier, I salute you." Duncan says to Leshawna as she starts to sink in the mud. He stops crawling as he's face to face with Chef's combat boot.

"You just bought yourself twenty more push ups."

"Thank you." He reaches up and kisses him on the nose and that sends him over the edge.

"I think you might have pushed him over the edge bro." Geoff says to his friend who he agrees with.

"One night solitary confinement in the boat house."

We all gasp as he tries to act nonchalant.

"Ooo a boat house. How scary can it be?"

"Shoulda kept my big mouth shut." He says while sitting on a wooden crate. It was almost pitch black in the boat house. The only thing keeping it lit were the windows that let in the moonlight. A wolf howls and he shudders.

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Duncan somehow escaped the boathouse and he and surprisingly Courtney brought us all back snacks instead of the disgusting grool Chef tried to pass off as dinner. We all sat in the bass cabin conversating with one another and enjoying the food.

"I think I have jungle rot from all that running." Owen says wiggling his toe in Lindsey's face.

"Ew Owen, we're eating here!" She says holding her cookie away from him.

"And what is with all those lame war stories?" Gwen says on top of the bed. She, Leshawna , Bridgette and I sit in a circle and chat. We laugh and eat the food while enjoying each other's company. "He is so demented."

"Girl these nails were not meant for combat training, you know what I'm sayin'?" Leshawna says showing me her nails. I take a bite out of my pineapple chunk and examine them closer.

"Mhmm yeah definitely not. I really wanted a mud bath at the spa, but after today's challenge I think I might be okay." I say reminiscing the way I fell in the mud.

"Seriously if I wanted to join the army I would've." Bridgette says.

I get up from my spot on the bed beside Gwen and go rummage through my luggage. "Hey guys lets take a picture." I pull out my digital camera and go stand the in middle of them.

"Oouuu I wanna be in it. I love seeing myself in pictures." Lindsey says jumping up from her seat. I move to the side and let her in the frame.

"3...2..1" I snap a picture and we all pose with each other. "We're so cute!" I say examining the photo.

***confessionals***

Y/n: "I love taking pictures! I'm in the yearbook club at school. Not because I was forced....okay I was. But then I grew to like it. Me and my best friend Mandi, Hi Mandi, are the leaders of the club so we get to run it." I say rambling on. "It's actually pretty cool." I saw while smiling.

***confessionals end****

"Aw guys, gross." Harold folds back his covers and sees someone drew a smiley face with peanut butter on his sheets.

"See now that's a waste of good peanut butter." Duncan says to Geoff as they snicker. I roll my eyes and he notices. He smirks and I look away. My attentions now on Courtney, who I forgot was seated beside Bridgette as she stuffs her face with ice cream sandwiches. She then eats one to many and then runs out side.

"Please don't tell me she's gonna throw up." I say setting down my pineapple. Gwen rubs my thigh in comfort as we watch her run.

"Attention remaining campers. The next part of your training begins tomorrow morning at 0 700 hours. And if I catch the sucker that took my dessert your butt is mine."

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The final part of our challenge was to hang from a tree. That's all. From our team it was just me, Gwen, Heather and Owen. For the others, it was Duncan, Geoff, and Courtney.

"What you are experiencing is an ancient form of torture. By now the blood should have begun rushing to your heads. The next stage is nausea, followed by dizziness and a flushed appearance as the blood begins to pull to your eyes. You may experience fainting spells-"

Duncan soon falls from the tree and lands with his legs over his head in a scorpion position. Bridgette kneels down and inspects him.

"Don't worry, he's okay." She says giving a thumbs up to her team members.

We reach up to grab the tree with our hands, Owen struggling to do so, and try and stabilize ourselves so we don't fall. Owen struggles before he farts, and Heather eliminates herself from the game because she can't handle the stench. Owen soon falls ontop of her, crushing her. I try to stifle a laugh as she flails her hands in her air.

"Get off of me you big ox."

"Sorry."

Courtney starts to laugh until she can't anymore and then she falls off. Gwen then sneezed , causing her to lose her grip and winds up on the ground. It's then down to just me and Geoff.

"You can do it Geoff-y! It's all up to you." Courtney yells up at him. She seems a lot looser than she normally is.

"Y/n, you got this." Owen says pointing to me.

"Oh you know I do big guy."

"Rock on sister, I live for the head rush." Geoff says with his fist in the air. "It feels...so....good-" He's cut off when his face collides with the ground.

"Ouuu, that's going to leave a mark."

I jump down from the tree and my team huddles around me. Owen hoists me on his shoulders and I put my hands in the air.

"Yay Y/n yay!"

"Go gophers!"

"Y/n." Chef stops us in our tracks.

"Yes Master Chief?"

"Congratulations soldier. I'll go to war with you anytime." He says saluting me. I mirror his actions and nod at him.

"Thanks. And if I choose not to become a veteranarian, then I'll hit you up in a few years." I say half lying. I would never go into the military thanks to this challenge.

"You do that soldier. You do that." Chef says shedding a single tear.

AUTHORS NOTE

yoo this chapter was lowk hard to get through lollllll

but i hope it was okay!