Total Drama Something

The War Between Both Genders

"There's a bear in here!" I sat up with a jolt, when I heard Geoff yelling. I groaned, and stood up. See, right now, I was only wearing a white tank top, and some black leggings. I was going to freeze to death. But, this was becoming a problem. I grabbed the bear by the scruff of the neck, and lead it outside, with an annoyed expression on my face. I let go once we were off cabin grounds, and walked back inside. 

I sat down on my bed, and rubbed my face. "I'm tired of bears. Why couldn't it be, like, rabbits?" "I second that." DJ sat beside me on my bunk. "If Harold were here, he'd either wet himself, or try use karate on it, and whack himself in the face." Duncan laughed, and jumped down. I stood up, and stretched. "Mm... yeah. I'm gonna go... like... fight that bear, or somethin'." "What? Really?" I answered back, putting my hand on the doorknob. "I dunno. I'm bored. Without Harold here, I've got nobody to watch you guys pull pranks on." 

My radio went off on the drawers. I sighed, and walked over to it. "Hey, what's up?" Dad could not stop snickering and giggling on the other end. "We- haha! We have got something that'll crack you up, Lewis! You gotta come to the hall, now- hahaha!" He burst out in laughter on the other end. He cut the feed, and I was left, fairly unamused.

"What's that about?" Duncan pointed it out. "Dad says I've gotta have it all the time. I don't really take it unless I'm hosting by myself, or am just alone in general." I shrugged, and put the radio in my pocket. I stretched again, and opened the door to the cabin. "At least I got something somewhat 'funny' to do now." I left, and made my way over to the cafeteria. Hall, cafeteria, same thing, you know.

"Alright, what's making the kids laugh this time?" I yawned as I walked in. I noticed everyone walked in after me. Dad winked at me, and stifled a laugh. I rolled my eyes. Trent looked around, and questioned the lack of food on the table. "What? No breakfast?" "Oh, don't worry, bro. There will be plenty of food later on." He looked at Chef, and they both snickered like children. Trent continued on, and they snickered for a while longer, until Leshawna came in.

"What are you two bozos so giggly about?" They looked at her in silence for a moment, then resumed their fits of laughter. As soon as the last person entered and took a seat, they talked. "Congratulations to the remaining ten campers for reaching the halfway mark in the competition! You'll all be on the jury for the final episode." Geoff raised a fist, and cheered. "We got the power! Yeah!" "The two teams will become one next week. But first, all the girls will be moved to the Gopher cabin and all the guys will stay in the Bass cabin." All the girls looked at each other, and all the boys looked at each other. Wait. I have to share a room with the fart machine? This is so, so dumb... 

"This week's challenge is as old as history itself. A battle of the sexes." Duncan winked at Lindsay, I elbowed him, and Lindsay blew a raspberry in our direction. I rolled my eyes, and rested my head on my palm. "After everyone is settled in, I'll announce the challenge. And then, you'll have an, uh... bite to eat." Chef and Dad snickered again. Okay, there's clearly something going on. "Ready for a little good news? This week, no one will be kicked off." Both tables cheered happily. "It's all for reward, and it's a good one. Okay, time to relocate. Let's move!" Both the Screaming Gophers and the Bass did as they were told.

"Seriously, Dad, what are you laughing about?" I folded my arms. He snickered a few times before talking. "The- The Brunch of Disgustingness..." He then burst out into fits of laughter. "The...? Oh, boy, I can already imagine what that's gonna be." I rolled my eyes, and spoke in a sarcastic way to entertain Dad even more. I walked off, and saw that exact same bear trying to get into the girls' cabin. 

I rushed over, and pulled it away. "Would you stop?!" I scared it off, and I rubbed my temple as I leant against the door. "Uh... s-sorry about that. He's getting real clingy to people." I laughed nervously, and groaned. "That's cool. I mean, you-" "Quiet, Bridgette. Why are you helping us?" Heather shut Bridgette up, and walked towards me. "Oh, trust me, if I had to help someone, it wouldn't be you. It's because you haven't experienced a bear invasion yet. They're more common than you think." I scowled at Heather, and spoke the last sentence through gritted teeth. "Okay. I'm done with you. You can go now. Shoo." "Careful with her, Bridgette. This bear can be a real bitch."