Total Drama Island - Sydney's Story

12

I got up early the next day as I did my usual workout. After my run and my speedy shower, I went to the mess hall to find Chef not cooking anything today. With a whistle playing at my lips, I walked into the kitchen as Chef fastened the lace on his boots onto the chair of the table. He was completely in his army getup.

"Oh!" I exclaimed. "What's this for?"

Chef turned to me dramatically striking a serious pose. For someone who wouldn't have known him, they probably would've already wet their pants. To me it was like looking up at another father figure.

"To get all the campers into shape." He spoke vaguely. "Let's see them crumble and fall at the hands of a war veteran."

"Well, good luck, Chef. Don't be too hard on them." I said with a smirk.

"You should get on soon. We'll get started in a minute." Chef said as he shooed me out of the kitchen. "Hey!" He stopped me quickly where I turned back to throw my hands out subconsciously where he had thrown a blueberry muffin at me. He winked subtly in my direction before letting me depart. Exiting the kitchen, I began eating away at the muffin as I went outside where everyone was lounging around the camp.

"Listen up, you little cockroaches!" His voice boomed over the loudspeaker.

I guess soon meant now.

"I want all campers to report to the Dock of Shame at 0900 hours!" Everyone stood around confused while I was already heading in that direction. How dumb can these teenagers be? Doesn't any of them know about military time? "That means now, soldiers! Now!"

They began to hustle toward the docks where we all lined up together in a single formation. I stood between Courtney and LeShawna as Chef stood at the end to begin today's challenge.

"Lone up and stand at attention! You call this proper formation?! Knees together!" Chef was whacking Geoff with a stick. He whacked everyone else who weren't standing like an actual soldier would be. "Arms down! Eyes forward! Head up!"

There was some quiet mumbling from the other side of the line. Of course Chef caught that as he turned to Gwen.

"What did you say to me, soldier?!" He yelled at her.

"Nothing?" Gwen answered.

"And you'll continue to say nothing until I tell you that you can say something! Today's challenge will not be an easy one. In fact, I do not expect everyone to come out alive." Owen laughed. Chef whacked him. "My orders are to make sure that all of the babies in front of me drop out of my boot camp except one. The last one standing wins immunity for their team!"

Good. This will be a piece of pie. It's finally something that pertains to my attributes. This will be so much fun. 

"What happened to Chris?" Heather asked.

"Rule number one! You will address me as Master Chief! Have you got that?!" Chef shouted.

"Yes, Master Chief!" said Geoff loudly.

"Rule number two!" Chef shouted through the megaphone. "When you are ready to give up, you will walk to the end of the dock and ring the bell. Which brings me to rule number three! I'll have to get one quitter before the end of the first day! And that day will not end until someone drops out! Now get your butts down to the beach, soldiers! Now, now, now!"

We all took off running toward the beach where Chef instructed.

"Listen up! Each team will hold a canoe over their heads! I catch you taking your hands off the canoe, and you will be eliminated. And no one eats lunch until someone drops out. Canoes up!"