𝐭𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐜

slap, slap revolution (30)

"New York! The city that eats other cities for breakfast! Here our competitors took great heights of New York's finest. From the bosom of Lady Liberty, to the Big Apple's rotten stanky sewer car. In the end, Team Amazon claimed victory and surprise rewards. Which meant no one got booted off...except the meat grinder. We still have a good amount of competitors still in the running. We shall see who shall win the one million bucks soon on Total..Drama..World Tour!"

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I sat with my arms crossed in Loser-ville as we sit tensely across from Team Victory, ironically named. I sit beside Noah at the very far end, indulged in a conversation of our own.

"He's just so conniving. Like I can't even stand being in the same room as him." I say keeping my voice low. "He literally is the reason Bridgette's gone. I mean, you saw what he did in the Yukon right? Or am I crazy?"

"You're not crazy for once." Noah says crossing his arms. "Shocking." I roll my eyes at him and pull my knees up to my chest. "But you gotta keep your attitude in check miss. You need to let him think that you love him and you're obsessed just like all the other girls. Don't be snarky, or mean. Then he'll question you."

"Believe me, I'm trying."

"Well try harder or you're gonna draw attention to yourself and move to the top of his list. Then you'll be right behind your bestie. Free falling from an airplane."

I look down the row and see Alejandro, sitting peaceful at the end of the plane with Tyler next to him, mindlessly chatting about something. He steals an occasional glance at Lindsey in the process.

"Too bad he's hot. He's better when he doesn't talk." I say admiring his features. "He may be evil, but when I look at his face all that's out the window."

"Maybe let's put a bag over his head then." Noah says rolling his eyes in disgust. "I don't get the appeal."

"Aww, you wish the girls admired you too huh?" I say with a laugh.

"No." He snaps. "I don't care." He says sassily. "I just liked it better when we were dissing him." He says voicing his annoyance.

I shrug my shoulders as DJ speaks up from his side of the room.

"I'm just so sick of having this stupid-animal-mangling curse!" He says while looking at his hands.

"Curse, smurse. The more you believe that junk the more it has over you." Leshawna says pointing at him.

"Really..wow! Maybe you're right!"

"Wow, six episodes and no eliminations!" Owen says while cheering. "If we were a steak, we'd be a 32 ounce porterhouse! And you guys would be a tiny slice of baloney." Owen says taunting the other team.

"Owen, stop it." I say swatting my hand at him.

"May I remind you all that we lost the last challenge?" Alejandro speaks up, directing his anger at the big guy. I roll my eyes at him but refrain from speaking.

"But with you as our leader, nothing is impossible! Heck I'm not even afriad of flying anymore! Check this out!" Owen unbuckles his seatbelt and dances around the plane. We all look at him with wide eyes as he dances from each end of the plane. All of a sudden, the turbulence of the plane gets really bad, sending Owen rolling across the plane, and us all shaking in our seats.

The hole that was once sealed up in the plane to my left suddenly opens up and the wind comes through the plane. I desperately hold onto the bench as we all scream for our lives. Owen flies across the floor and out of the plane, holding onto the sides.