I clutched my luggage. "That the island over there, Captain?" I asked Chef, pointing out to the green island in the distance.
"Uh huh." He continued ignoring me, and I pouted.
"Just because the others are scared of you don’t mean you have to act scary."
"Who said I was actin'?"
"Chrissie-kins."
There was a moment of silence, and he burst out into laughter. "I'm definitely tellin' him you called him that."
"Thanks! I've been meaning to get it to him!" I thanked him, smiling.
He rolled his eyes, the smirk still on his scarred face. "We're almost at the dock; get ready for the landin', kid."
"I am not a kid! I am 17 years old, a lot older than the others in the competition."
"Yeah, one year is a lot in my terms," he grumbled, making the boat go faster.
"It is in my terms."
The boat stopped, and Chris shouted, "And here's our last contestant..." He frowned and dug a piece of paper out of his shirt pocket. "Raaaayyyy-neeetttttaaayyy," he stuttered out, pronouncing the end as said.
"It's Raynette. Raynette." I giggled and tugged my luggage off the boat. "See ya, Chef!" I shouted after the tough guy as he went off in his boat.
"Whatever." I stuck my tongue out at him and joined the rest of the group. They just stared at me, like I was some kind of alien from outer space.
"Okay, campers, we need a group shot for the production agency to put in commercials, so get all together and smile!"
I crossed my arms and looked to my left to see a long-haired girl wearing mini-shorts and a half maroon top. Her eyes were turned up a little, so I could see she was of Asian ethnics. She looked at me and a small smile turned up on her lips- not necessarily friendly, but not menacing either. I smiled too and placed my elbow on her shoulder, my other hand on my hip. She nodded and looked at the small camera Chris was holding up.
"Alrighty, campers-" he started, but frowned and lowered the camera.
"Wait a sec. The shot's not right. Okay, now. Campers, say-”
He stopped again and groaned.
"Sorry, forgot the lens cap. Okay, campers, say Wawanakwa!"
"Wawanakw-AAAHHH!"
The last part was because the dock gave out on us at the last second; apparently it couldn't hold twenty-two people on for very long. When I hit the surface, I saw Chris up on the non-demolished side of the dock. "Okay, campers, dry up and meet me by the campfire pit in ten."
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Hope you liked it ^^ I'm doing this for my own amusement; you know, putting myself into the TDI story.
You don't have to read the rest, but I would appreciate it if you at least rated or something. :3
"Uh huh." He continued ignoring me, and I pouted.
"Just because the others are scared of you don’t mean you have to act scary."
"Who said I was actin'?"
"Chrissie-kins."
There was a moment of silence, and he burst out into laughter. "I'm definitely tellin' him you called him that."
"Thanks! I've been meaning to get it to him!" I thanked him, smiling.
He rolled his eyes, the smirk still on his scarred face. "We're almost at the dock; get ready for the landin', kid."
"I am not a kid! I am 17 years old, a lot older than the others in the competition."
"Yeah, one year is a lot in my terms," he grumbled, making the boat go faster.
"It is in my terms."
The boat stopped, and Chris shouted, "And here's our last contestant..." He frowned and dug a piece of paper out of his shirt pocket. "Raaaayyyy-neeetttttaaayyy," he stuttered out, pronouncing the end as said.
"It's Raynette. Raynette." I giggled and tugged my luggage off the boat. "See ya, Chef!" I shouted after the tough guy as he went off in his boat.
"Whatever." I stuck my tongue out at him and joined the rest of the group. They just stared at me, like I was some kind of alien from outer space.
"Okay, campers, we need a group shot for the production agency to put in commercials, so get all together and smile!"
I crossed my arms and looked to my left to see a long-haired girl wearing mini-shorts and a half maroon top. Her eyes were turned up a little, so I could see she was of Asian ethnics. She looked at me and a small smile turned up on her lips- not necessarily friendly, but not menacing either. I smiled too and placed my elbow on her shoulder, my other hand on my hip. She nodded and looked at the small camera Chris was holding up.
"Alrighty, campers-" he started, but frowned and lowered the camera.
"Wait a sec. The shot's not right. Okay, now. Campers, say-”
He stopped again and groaned.
"Sorry, forgot the lens cap. Okay, campers, say Wawanakwa!"
"Wawanakw-AAAHHH!"
The last part was because the dock gave out on us at the last second; apparently it couldn't hold twenty-two people on for very long. When I hit the surface, I saw Chris up on the non-demolished side of the dock. "Okay, campers, dry up and meet me by the campfire pit in ten."
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Hope you liked it ^^ I'm doing this for my own amusement; you know, putting myself into the TDI story.
You don't have to read the rest, but I would appreciate it if you at least rated or something. :3
