Total Drama Action: Syler's Story

Chapter Eight: Jailbreak

I was awaken but the sound of a loud bullhorn through a microphone.

I shoot up awake, banging my head against the bed above me.

"Damn it Chris." I mutter under my breath as I rub my head and I swing my feet over the side of the bed.

I put on the cursed peice of metal (the knee brace) and I walk to the door.

I jiggle the knob, but the door won't open.

"Guys... I think Chris locked us in." I say as I pull as hard as I can.

"No! this can't happen! I'm claustrophobic!" Gwen shouts as she grips her hair.

"Please, this trailer is as tight as the space between Lindsey's ears." Heather says while filing her nails.

"Awwww thanks!" Lindsey squeals as she attempts at the door.

"Look up there! That looks like a way out." Gwen points up to a latch.

"Boost me up, I think I can get through and come unlock the front door." I say.

Leshawna picks me up and places me on her shoulders.

I open the latch and I try and squeeze through, but my hips are stuck.

"Um guys, I'm stuck." I say as I try and wiggle myself out.

"I got you." Leshawna says before she yanks me down.

"Now only the toothpickiests of us can fit through that hole..." Gwen says while looking at Heather.

"I was almost through." I protest while crossing my arms.

"For once I agree with you." Heather says while climbing through the hole and unlocking the front door.

We walk outside and we see Chris in a police uniform.

Suddenly the guys fling out of their trailer holding Owen and they all crush to the ground.

"Hope you all got a taste of the goolauhg." Says while smiling.

"I didn't get any goolauhg..." Lindsey says while looking around.

"Don't worry, you will. Because today is Prison Flick day!" Chris exclaims.

We all groan.

"That doesn't sound so bad. Since we have an EX-con ourselves." I say as I smile at Duncan.

"It was only Juvenile Detention. Don't get too excited." He smiles back at me.

"Keep it up and you won't be far from that road." I playfully punch him.

"I hope the girls are happy, if it wasn't for me, we would still be stuck inside of that trailer." Heather boasts while crossing her arms.

"Um, I was basically through the hole." I point out.

"Yeah, but your big gut and thunder thighs got in your way." Heather sends a devil grin.

I hold my stomach when she says that.

"Thunder thighs? I was a Varsity volleyball player. All of this is muscle." I smile while rubbing my thighs and my ass.

"Yeah, muscle and Chef's over greased fries. the button on those shorts ain't going to hold much longer." she says.

Everyone's eyes are wide and they back up, and Chris begins to eat popcorn.

You know what Heather. It takes one second to call somebody fat, and that one second will make them spend a lifetime starving themselves." I point my finger into her nose.