Chris told us to meet him at the beach so after we get ready we head over there. I was alongside Trent and Lindsey as we talk about the day ahead of us.

"What do you think the next challenge's gonna be?"

"With Chris there's no telling." I say shrugging.

"Do you think it's gonna be a talent contest?"

"Lindsey, we already did that." I say raising my eyebrows at her.

"Good morning campers, today's challenge will test your minds, your teamwork, and your skills in the kitchen. You'll be cooking a three course meal and serving it to me. For tasting. The winners get a reward, the losers, will send somebody home. Each team will appoint a head chef to choose the meal, and to oversee the cooking. To cook, you need ingredients."

A truck reverses onto the shore and the doors open to reveal an assortment of different foods. The bass go over to the truck first and we follow after them. Geoff suggested doing Italian food and they all agreed to nominate him as head chef.

"Well at least you guys are getting along." I say to Bridgette who smiles at me. "Meanwhile our team is divided."

"Head chef called it!", Heather says. She always jumps at an opportunity to be in control. "Try not to screw up this time, okay?", she threatens Beth.

"And there goes any progress that had been made." I say under my breath as our team moves to rummage through the supplies.

"Just ignore her girl." Leshawna says to Beth when she sees her shrink in her space.

***confessionals***

Heather: "I had to take the leadership role, hello we're on a losing streak. And really everyone else on the team is pretty useless.

***confessionals end***

Heather stands with a clip board in her hand and starts barking out orders.

"Leshawna mangoes, Beth pineapples, Lindsey macadamias, Trent molasses, Gwen tomatoes, Y/n flour." We all begrudgingly carry crates out of the truck and go towards the kitchen.

"Gwen, Lindsey you guys are on the citrus macadamia upside down cake flambé."

"Know how to make an upside down flamer thingy?", Lindsey asks Gwen

Before she can answer, Owen comes in with a sack of oranges, but bumps into Heather. The oranges fall all over the floor and Heather scoffs. "Go back to the truck, and get more oranges." She demands.

"Trent, you, Y/n and Owen are on ribs. Leshawna and Beth, you're on pineapple skewers and mango dip."

"Girl, let me handle the appetizers. I know how to make a pineaplle chummy that would melt the socks off the devil!"

"Oh really? Well that's so great...But since I'm head chef. We're gonna stick to my plan. And my plan is pineapples with stick in them. Got in?"

I set my crate onto the table with Trent while mentally cursing Heather out for being bossy.

"Have any clue on how to start ribs?"

"Mmm I think we can just figure it out as we go. I'm better at desserts anyways. Me and my cousin like to bake with each other all the time. And when I was like six, I sat out at the end of my driveway with like twenty cupcakes and sold them. I mean people didn't really buy them, but like, it's the thought that counts." I ramble onto Trent while he just watches me.

"Hey Heather can we make cupcakes instead?"

"What are we, six? We're making classy foods and cupcakes don't fit with our theme." She says rolling her eyes.

"You can make me a cupcake." Trent says patting me back. I smile at him and we start on the ribs.

"Oh yea? What kind?"

"What kind do you like?"

"Mmmm, I like chocolate. But vanilla's also good at times. And I like cupcakes with sprinkles. Ooh, and red velvet if I'm feeling fancy."

***confessionals***

Y/n: "I love cupcakes!"

****confessionals over****

Trent painted barbecue sauce on our ribs while I stepped awake to start making cupcakes, like he asked. I made vanilla ones with sprinkles in them. They were cooling off while I prepped the icing. Heather walks over and crosses her arms.

"What are you doing?"

"What does it look like?" I say piping the bags with vanilla icing.

She face palms and the door opens with Owen. He's covered in bright red bug bites and half a crate full of oranges.

"It's okay everyone. I'm back. Ooh I smell cupcakes!" He says as he starts to drool. "Ayo heads up!" He throws the crate in our direction and I duck. Trent was not as lucky.

"Oops..."

"Owen!"

***confessionals***

Y/n: "Oh you know, everything's fine. Except for Trent's concussion, our half finished slab of ribs, Owen's bee stings, Owen's burnt finger from touching the still hot cupcakes I made, and I'm pretty sure Leshawna is starting to break out!" I say while fake laughing. "Things can only go up from here right?"

***confessionals end***

"Cupcakes, cupcakes, we're gonna get cupcakes!" Owen sings and dances. I laugh at him and finish frosting the cupcakes.

"Yeah yeah, just keep saucing the ribs Owen." Owen grabs the paint brush and prepares to finish what Trent started but Heather uses her clipboard to block him.

"Nuh uh, this glutton, is going to eat them. Y/n stop baking and start saucing the ribs."

"No, Owen is more than capable of doing them himself. We're almost done."

"I didn't get to be head chef because of poor presentation-"

"No, you got to be head chef because if I remember correctly, you "called it". And who do you think you are telling me what to do? I got an A in culinary, I should be telling you what to do if anything." I say raising my hands in the air.

Owen starts to back away and steals a cupcake while he's doing so.

"And why the heck do you have on an apron? You're not even cooking!"

The bass look at our disfunction as the two of us go back and forth.

"If you're not gonna be a team player and act like a baby then you can accompany Trent in the medical tent."

"I'm a team player to an extent but not when the team consists of a narcissistic mean girl with split ends!"

I squirt some of the frosting onto her apron and she gasps.

"Just...control Biggie here and make sure he doesn't eat our ribs. Thanks sweetie!" With that she walks away and Owen walks back over with a cupcake in his hand.

"Ugh whatever." I say squeezing the frosting tube but too much squirts out of it and onto the cupcake.

Leshawna was having some problems of her own and goes over to Heather to show her breaking out on her arms.

"Yo, what do you expect me to do about this?"

"Um, Yo? I recommend you scratch after we win."

Leshawna growls and goes to charge at Heather, before me and the other girls of our team hold her back.

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Heather goes over to inspect Gwen and Lindsey's station. She instructs them on how to flambé their dessert. She lights the lighter and flames rise in her face.

It gets me and Owen's attention and he drops his cupcake on the floor. I gasp and cover my mouth to stifle my laugh.

Heather reaches for a frying pan to inspect her face. She then screams when she sees her eyebrows are gone.

"My eyebrows! Owen-"

"Is it finally lunch time?"

"No, go get my makeup bag from the cabin."

"But...the bees."

"Now!"

He sulks away to face his fate with the hornets and she continues to look at herself.

"Excuse me, I need a bathroom break." Leshawna says tapping on her shoulder.

" Well evidently, I need new eyebrows, but we don't always get what we want now do we? Ugh, it's like I'm on a team with morons."

***confessionals****

Y/n: *laughs* "Omg, her eyebrows were nonexistent. Haha, karma's a bitch! Um, they're probably going to have to blur that out...but I don't care!" I say crossing my arms with a smile.

Leshawna: "Oh that is it. I am so ready to teach that girl a little respect."

***confessionals end***

Owen walks into the kitchen with more hornet stings and in a daze.

"Don't just stand there. Give it."

He passes out and falls face forward onto the ground. He drops Heather's makeup bag and it hangs in the air. She sticks her hand out to catch it, but Leshawna pushes her out the way and catches it with a laugh.

"Y/n, here." She tosses me the bag and I catch it with one hand. Heather runs towards me fuming. I use my empty hand to hold her back.

"Beth!" I toss the bag to Beth while we start to play a Keep-Away-From-Heather game. Beth tosses it to Lindsey and I walk over to the walk in freezer and open it.

Lindsey catches the bag and looks confused.

"Linds, here. Throw it in here!"

Heather walks up the blonde and snaps her finger and closes her eyes expectantly waiting for the bag. Lindsey looks at me and I nod. Then she smiles and "accidentally" throws the bag into the freezer. I smile as Heather runs into the freezer chasing her bag. Leshawna comes over and we quickly shut her in.

"Hey! You can't do this, I'm head chef!"

"Do you think Heather's really mad at us?"

"Maybe, but...we'll give her time to cool off." I say walking back to my station.

"Girl needs to learn how to chill."

***confessionals***

Y/n: "Okay I know that was mean, but she had it coming." I say with a shrug.

***confessionals end****

Beth and Geoff greet Chris and prepare the table for him. Beth lays some statue on the table and puts a hawaiian leii around it.

"Your meal is coming right up sir."

"Back in a sec with your meal dude...I mean sir." Geoff says while lighting a candle.

Beth comes back and we stare at our food. Leshawna sniffs the food and laughs.

"We might win this! Owen stay here and eat the food!"

We follow Leshawna out as we introduce our food to Chris. Chris finished tasting some of the bass food and licks his lips.

"Tasty, how will the gophers respond?"

Beth, Lindsey and Gwen hold leaves and wave them as Leshawna goes back to bring in the food.

"Okay Chris, so we've prepared some pineapple and mango skewers, ribs, and a flambé thingy." I say introducing our meal. Leshawna starts yelling, tearing his attention off of me.

"Tell me, you did not just eat that entire plate of ribs!"

Owen burst through the door with the empty plate and just the bones of ribs on the plate.

"Owen...what are you doing." I say through gritted teeth.

He ignores me and puts the plate in front of Chris.

"Yeah this uh, looks like it's been eaten."

"Not all of it...there's still a little on the bone over there. Yeah there."

Chris chews the tough piece of meat and shrugs. "I've had worse. Two points." Owen cheers and Chris pats his arm. "Ooh, close Owen. The pass still lead 15-11. Time for dessert."

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Chris inspects the Bass' dessert and gives them a mediocre rating. He gets ready to dig into Lindsey and Gwen's flambé, but then is disappointed when it dissolves.

"Oouu, that's not good girl." Leshawna says pointing out the obvious.

He stabs his fork into it and hesitiantly eats it. As he tries to swallow it, he starts choking. Owen runs behind him, and starts to squeeze him around his stomach, and he coughs it out.

"What the heck is this?"

"It's Heather's recipe.", Lindsey says, then she gasps and grabs me by the shoulders. "Oh my gosh, she's still in the fridge!" She says running towards the freezer. Chris raises his eyebrow at us and I shurg.

"Oh like you wouldn't do the same."

"Nice." He says giving me a thumbs up. He and Owen then gasp as she shuffles into the kitchen.

She's horribly discolored, her once pale skin is now an icy blue, and her eyebrows are forged onto her face.

"You guys are s-s-so dead. Is it over?"

"It is, the bass win 21-12. And it's not because I almost died. The ribs sucked too."

"Great. That's just great. Why do we keep losing people?!" She looks towards the table and grabs the statue with the leii around it. "And what is this? I didn't approve this?"

"I brought it back as a souvenir, you know, from the other island." Beth says holding it.

"What?"

"You mean boney island, the deadliest island in Muscoca? The one I specifically said not to take anything from, or you'll be cursed!"

"Yeah.." Beth says diverting her eyes from the host. "I didn't know, I'll put it back." She then leaves the kitchen with her head down.

★○★○★○★

We sit in front of our cabin before the campfire ceremony to chat. I hold an ice pack to Trent's head as Leshawna talks to us.

"I don't about y'all, but Heather has got to go."

"Yeah but Beth cursed us with that wooden tiki doll thingy." Owen says.

"Hmm, true. Dear curse, please hit Heather next, and if possible hit her upside the head." Leshawna says making prayer hands.

"I think the curse should chop all her hair off so she'd bald." I say as me and Gwen laugh.

"That would work too."

Heather stands in the girls side of the gopher cabins redrawing her eyebrows. Lindsey sits on her bed watching her.

"You know Lindsey, I could convince the team to vote you off tonight. You were a major traitor." She says gripping her mirror. Lindsey starts to speak but is interrupted when Heather continues. "But you did, let me out of the freezer...so I'll give you one more chance. IF you vote with me tonight."

Lindsey nods and Heather removes her hand from her lips.

"Oh, and if you ever go against me again, I'll cut all your hair while your sleeping."

The blonde holds her head in fear as Heather sashays away.

****confessionals****

Heather: "Today's vote was really hard. But only because there were so many annoying people to choose from."

Y/n: "So it's between Heather and Beth." I say holding my hands up like a balance. "On one hand, Beth brought back the cursed statue, causing a cloud of chaos to hover over our team. But on the other hand, Heather is Heather, and I know she's gunning for me even more now. Especially after I shut her in the fridge. This is hard."

Lindsey: "I can''t believe that girl convinced me to help lock Heather in the fridge!", Lindsey says laughing whilst forgetting my name. "Um, Heather's not gonna see this right?"

Owen: "Do you think Y/n will make more cupcakes?", Owen says with vanilla frosting all over his mouth.

Heather: "Y/n thinks she so nice with her positivity and kindness. The only thing she has going for her right now is that she hasn't made any enemies. It'll be hard to get her booted since she's so strong and a team player.", Heather admits crossing her arms. "Leshawna is also a royal pain in the butt. And Owen screwed up too many times today."

Lindsey: "Her eyebrows look so bad. I kinda wanna vote Heather off but-"

Heather: "I vote for Beth."

Y/n: "Beth. Sorry sweetie but you brought that cursed statue onto the campsite and made us lose. And I hate losing."

Owen: "Beth." He says while burping.

★○★○★○★

Heather glares at Beth with her arms folded as the campfire ceremony begins. She then turns to look at me and Leshawna as I stare down at my nails unintersted.

"I've got marshmallows here for the gophers' that will live to see another day here at camp. Good luck to you all. Once I call your name, come collect your sugary treat. Y/n, Leshawna."

Me and Leshawna high fived each other and walk to get our marshmallow. Heather tries to trip me but instead I step on her toe.

"Ow!"

"Owen, Gwen, Trent, Lindsey. Heather Beth, down to you. Who ever doesn't get this marshmallow shall walk down the walk of shame, get on the boat of losers, and will not return. At all."

After a moment of suspense, Chris calls Heather's name, and she waves at Beth. "You heard him, the boat of losers is that-away. That really was stupid of you to take that doll from the island."

"See you girl."

"Bye Beth." I say while waving.

"That's it for tonight, and you might want to burn some sage to get rid of any lingering curses."

"Cool will chef give us some sage?" Leshawna questions the host.

"Nope, so good luck with that." He then walks off without a care in the world as we roll our eyes at him.

"Well thanks for that I guess." I say standing up from my spot.

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The next day, the girls from both bass and gopher cabins, decided to take a morning swim. The night before Duncan, DJ, and Geoff decided to carry Harold's bed onto the water.

We laugh as the boy finally decides to wake up.

"Good morning Harold." We say in unison.

The boy sits up at an alarmingly fast pace and notices he's not in the cabin. He realizes he's naked and quickly covers himself. The culprits ride out on a canoe while looking at the boy.

"So Harold, learned something yet?"

"Yes, okay! Yes!"

"Oh we're gonna need more than that dude."

""I'll never leave my crusty underwear out again! I swear!"

"What the heck, I believe him. Pleasure doin' business with ya!" Geoff says tossing a laundry bag onto the grass. Harold scrambles to get it and runs off to get changed.

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