Er, wow. Long time since an update, right?
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There was a knock on the door, slight giggles in the air as Courtney rolled from her bed as silently as possible, trying to keep the springs in her old bed from giving way, from waking the others.
Heather was already awake, eyes wide open as the wavy haired girl made her way across the floor, tiptoeing in socks to keep the noise down, but it didn't keep the floor from creaking.
She eased the door open, the hinges only whining slightly in protest before she slipped out, closing the door gently, but audibly, behind her.
The giggles grew louder, more frentic, like excitement wasn't the only reason for them any more. They were then muffled, like she was laughing into his chest, or mouth.
Heather realized she was sitting up, leaning forward, trying to listen. She laid back down and rolled over, the bed springs squeaking, and for a second, all was silent.
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She woke up the next morning earlier than everyone else and made her way to the showers. The air was balmy and warm, the sky was tinted a deep pink, and no one was around to disturb her.
She sighed, running a hand through her hair, and stepped into the communal. She flicked on the lights, giving the already grody bathroom a sickening yellowish sheen.
She shuddered, padding over the tiled floor to the last shower stall, her flipflops echoing in the empty room. The last stall was a bit bigger, and lacked some of the light the rest of the bathroom had. Stepping into the curtained partition and closing it behind her, she stripped her clothes, placing them quickly with the rest of her things directly outside of the curtain.
She kept her flipflops on, as she'd rather drench the rubber shoes than put her feet on the nasty, shared showers.
Turning on the water, she shivered under the first blast.
Like everything-- and everyone-- on the island, it would take a while to warm up.
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Squeezing the water from her soaked hair, Heather froze at the oncoming footsteps.
The steps were light, dainty, so unless DJ had gathered a pair of heels, it was probably a girl.
She groped for her towel, grabbing it and pulling it in. She wrapped her body in the soft terrycloth, once again knowing better than to rely on the camp for them, as they ended up being little more than left over scraps of felt.
Peeking out of the partition, she noticed it was one of the gazelle girls, the other one, the one who wasn't on her team. Alexis? Or Alexa, she wasn't too sure, but she was happy to find that without the makeup and with the rude awakening, Alexa looked as bad as everyone else on the island.
Stepping from the stall, she bent over and grabbed her toiletries, in the plastic basket she used at college. She could hear an audible squeak coming from the tall girl, and she stepped back.
Heather smiled, and though it was generally sincere, it wasn't too clear if it was a grin, or a baring of teeth to Alexa.
"Alexa, right? The water should be pretty warm in the last stall, so use that one." She looked down, noting Alexa's slippers. "You might want to run and get some flipflops, too. It's really gross in there."
Alexa looked shocked, and to be honest, it must have been an odd scene. Heather, reining queen bee, was giving a younger girl advice! In a towel, no less.
"I'm going to get dressed. But I'd follow that advice on the shoes." Flipping her rapidly drying hair over her shoulder, she advanced to the room over, where she could change into her clothes without fear of being walked in on.
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Leaving the bathroom, clutching her towel and shampoos, she was happy to notice that Alexa had taken her advice and gotten a pair of flipflops, as she passed her on the way in.
Stepping through the sparse patches of grass, she started up the steps to her cabin. She had barely let herself in before the mega speakers came on.
"ATTENTION CAMPERS, IT'S TIME TO GET UP." Chris' chipper voice announced.
The other girls started to groggily get up. Courtney, in a rare, unshielded state, stretched and Heather could see a large hickey on both her neck and collar bone.
Jesus. Heather guessed that stick lodged up her ass just flat fell out.
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Heather was wide awake, hair done, dressed. Gwen sent her a glare as she, hair sticking up at strange angles, shuffled off to the communal to wait in line for what little hot water may be there.
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"Campers!" Announced the excited host at the breakfast table. Heather had opted out of eating that day, as she had seen Riley's oatmeal slither across her plate.
Disgusting.
"Today, the challenge is going to be a little different..." He grinned, teeth bared, and Alexa had a frightening sense of deja vu.
"It's called the Splints, and here's how it works. In twenty minutes, we'll space you out 100 yards. You can't sit down, lie down, walk around, talk to anyone but ol' Chef and I, or you're out. See, the thing is, at that distance, you won't be able to tell if you've won, unless we tell you," Chris laughed, here. "Oh, and of course, we'll be doing stuff like throwing water and taunting you with food."
Chef laughed too.
Heather looked down, grateful she dressed in dark colors. She didn't need to be a wet t-shirt contestant in a white shirt.
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She had been spaced out seventh, in between Jamie and Richard, and though she swore she could vaguely see the waif, she wasn't sure if it was just her eyes playing tricks on her or not.
The barrage started. While she couldn't see them, she could hear quick screams as Chris, though she didn't know it, shot Alexa and Quinn with a bb gun.
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So far, Heather had been soaked with water, (and then Chris stared appreciatively at her clothes clinging to her body, which kind of freaked her out,) tempted with chocolate, and had dirt flung at her wet body.
So much for the shower.
But after two hours, her legs hurt really bad, but she kept going.
...Ouch.
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Hour four, Heather sat down.
Cody, surprisingly, won.
Which was good for them, bad for Heather.
An automatic elimination was given out to the first person on their team to be lured to the food, which was Owen. Izzy, crazy as she ever was, escaped the island to go be with him.
So, she guessed that meant they were tied.
Not that she cared, she just wanted to go put her legs in a bathtub full of ice.
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After her second shower that day, she made her way to the mess hall again.
Dinner wasn't much better, but she ate it anyway, starving all of a sudden.
She guessed it was because she hadn't eaten all day.
Chowing down, she had sat away from her teammates, but didn't notice DJ inching towards her.
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End chapter three.
Hopefully chapter four will be up within weeks, not months.