Juvenile Delinquents

Episode Nine

I awoke to the sound of a helicopter. I yawn and slide out of bed. I change into a white crop top that says 'stay weird' but is written upside down and a pair of ripped gray skinny jeans. As I brush my hair, I notice my red highlights are starting to fade.

"Damn," I mutter to myself. After I fix my hair, I put on my black beanie and slip on my black combat boots.

I walk over to the bathroom to find every girl in camp lined up outside of it, except Heather.

"What's the hold-up?" Bridgette asks.

"Heather needs her private time," Lindsay says.

"How longs Queeny gonna be in there? I got urgent business!" LeShawna says.

"She could still be a while," Beth says.

"UGH! That's it! I'm going lumberjack style." Gwen says.

"Fuck this," I say, walking past everyone.

"Uh, Rowdie, I wouldn't go in there," Beth says nervously.

"I'm not scared of her," I growl, opening the door and walking into the steam-filled bathroom.

"Lindsay! Beth! Is that you? Can one of you come put lotion on my back! It's peeling!" I hear Heather ask.

"Ew, no thanks!" I call back, walking into a bathroom stall.

"Excuse me!" She gasps, "Wait a second! Sarah! Get out!" She screams.

"No thanks! I need to pee!" I call back.

Before she could reply, Chris comes over the speakers. "I hope your all ready for the most challenging challenge yet! Breakfast in three minutes at the campfire pit!"

I finish up and wash my hands, "Oh! By the way, Heather! This is something called a public bathroom! I'm not sure you know what public means, but it means I will come and go as I please!" I yell at her before I walk out.

I meet everyone else by the campfire pit. I stand between Bridgette and Duncan.

"So, how was sharing a bathroom with Heather?" Bridgette ask me

"She thought I was Lindsay or Beth, then asked me to put lotion on her peeling back," I say, making a disgusted expression, "Once she realized it was me, she yelled at me to get out, which I didn't," I shrug.

Bridgette laughs, "Of course she would,"

Once Heather joins us, Chris introduces the challenge, Heather glaring at me the whole time.

"I hope you're ready for today's extreme! Max! Impact! Challenge!" Chris says.

"We are ready! Hahahaaa," Owen yells.

"Incoming!" Chris says, throwing cans of beans at this. "This is breakfast."

"Gross," I mutter as I catch mine. Beans are one of the only things I will not eat under any circumstance.

"Don't care for breakfast hot stuff," Duncan teases me.

I roll my eyes, "Uh-huh, as if you do sexy," I reply.

He chuckles, "Yeah, you're right,"

"No breakfast is crepes, croissants, even Chef's yucky burnt eggs," Heather complains.

"Beans, beans, they're good for the heart. The more you eat, the more you-" Owen starts to sing. I throw my can of beans at him making him stop.

"Today's challenge is about survival. We're going hunting!" Chris says.

"Now that's more like it," Duncan says.

"Isn't that a paintball gun?" Harold asks.

"Why yes, Harold, it is," Chris says, knocking him over.