2015 // I'm a Celebrity, get me out of here!

19.

"Aw, you two are basically already a couple" Kieron laughed as he looked at George and I.

"Ha-ha" I made a sarcastic remark as I sat down next to Jorgie.

Kieron leaned over and whispered loudly, mocking me. "How big is his willy?"

"Kieron, that's really not funny" I scowled, feeling heat rising in my cheeks.

"Why don't you take him down to the creek for a little snog?" He teased as he pointed to a pathway across the camp.

//Jess' Confession— Jess scowled and folded her arms. "Kieron really gets on my fucking tits sometimes"//

"In a survey of british parents, what percentage said that they were totally aware what was going on in their teenage childs life?" Vicky asked from the red telephone box. "A, sixty-three percent, or B, eighty-one percent"

"Sixty-three percent, I think" Kieron told us. "I definitely don't know what's going on in my thirteen year olds life"

"I don't think you'd want to nowadays" Ferne laughed. "The internet is a vast, scary place."

After about half an hour, Tony and Duncan arrived back into camp, sad looks spread across their faces.

"We got it wrong again" Tony grunted as him and Duncan walked back into the main area of the camp. "Thats the forth time in a row"

"You're joking" I gasped as I covered my face with my hands and sat down on my bed. "Awe"

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"Shawty got them apple bottom jeans" I sang loudly as I held tightly onto George's hands; somewhat worried that he would trip and we'd both end up on the floor. "Boots with the fur"

"With the fur" George echoed as he marched around the unlit fire.

I was sat on his shoulders, simply out of pure boredom.

"The whole club was looking at her" I looked down at his head. It was kind of worrying since I was so high up off the ground. "She hit the floor"

"She hit the floor" Sky joined in from the other side of the camp.

"Next thing you know" I continued.

"Shawty got low, low, low" George laughed as he let me jump off of his shoulders.

I smiled and wandered over to my hammock.

"It's like radio one over here" Tony laughed as he picked up an empty tin.

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"Jess, the public have decided that It's not you" Ant told me, making me sigh in relief.

"Ferne, It's not you" Dec exclaimed. Ferne smiled and hid her face in her hands.

"Kieron, It's not you" Ant said. Kieron nodded with a satisfactory look on his face.

"George, It's not you" Dec smiled. George smiled and looked around.

"Jorgie, It's not you" Ant told us. Jorgie and I shared a high-five.

"Skyar, It's not you" Dec said. Sky cheered happily.

"Vicky, It's not you" Ant exclaimed. Vicky gave the presenters a thumbs up.

"Duncan, It might be you" Dec nodded. Duncan nodded in return.

"And Tony, It might be you" Ant said. Tony shrugged at Ant's words.

"So, the next person to leave I'm a Celebrity, twenty-fifteen is— Duncan" Dec concluded.

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Duncan was gone, leaving very little celebrities in camp. It was almost creepy; how quiet is was. It felt like only hours ago that Lady C and Chris were fighting with Tony and Duncan.

Kieron, Tony, Skylar, George, Jorgie, Ferne, Vicky and I.

The next day was pretty much a complete blur— I could hardly concentrate given the amount of rain that was hitting the canopy above my head.

Kieron and Vicky did a trial, which was called the 'Twisted Tombola', and they came back with seven out of eight stars. I could only imagine what they made them do.

Kieron was elected as the new camp leader, which he was very pleased about given that he'd been praying to be in that position ever since we entered camp. He picked Jorgie to be his deputy and sat down happily on his throne.

Later in the day, Jorgie and Tony left to do the Dingo Dollar challenge; ending up in us loosing the chance for another treat.

Five times in a row— Really?

We were all now sitting around the camp, me sitting in between Ferne's legs.

//Ferne's Confession— Ferne looked at the camera. "Jessie and I have got unusually close lately; It's kinda weird given I absolutely hated her for ages."//

I adjusted my bandana and brushed the dirt off my khaki coloured shorts. I noticed the amount of bruises and scratches I had on my knees, most of them on my shins were covered by my red knee socks.

Ant and Dec walked into camp— Once again. Someone is leaving camp. Please don't be me. Please not me. I discretely crossed my fingers and bit my lip.

"Okay, so the usual, the public have been voting for the last twenty-four hours for who they would like to save, and the person with the least votes will be leaving I'm a Celebrity twenty-fifteen... Is" Dec explained.

"Ferne, It might be you" Ant nodded.

"Kieron, It's not you" Dec said.

"George, It's not you" Ant exclaimed.

"Jorgie, It's not you" Dec smiled.

"Skylar, It's not you" Ant told us.

"Vicky, It's not you" Dec nodded.

"Jess, It's not you" Ant said.

"Tony, It might be you" Dec read out.

"And the next person to leave, I'm a Celebrity, twenty-fifteen is... Tony" Ant revealed.