I wake up to Chris's air horn. This just shows that I didn't get a good night sleep. I'm usually awake before Chris wakes us up. Or maybe he's waking us up earlier this season.

"Wizz dibs. I called it." Duncan said heading for the door. He tried to Open, but it didn't open.

Werid. DJ isn't here. Maybe he's still with Chef.

"Hey, a little help." Duncan said to me.

"What's wrong? Not man enough to open it?" I sassed.

He just rolled his eyes. Justin was doing some sort of treatment on his face. I'm not into beauty, so I had no clue what he was doing.

"Dudes. I got this." Owen said going for the door.

Harold and Justin both gapsed. Uh oh, this won't be good.

Owen was attempted to open the door.

"Owen, we had cowboy beans last night. You're Seriously risking a toxic gas leak." Harold said.

"Is that all I am to you? Some sort of human fart machine?" Owen asked.

"We just value our lives. That's all big guy." Duncan said.

Owen pulled everyone but me into a big group hug. I was still sitting on my bunk, reading.

"Aw, I love you guys. And I promise I'll never ever blow another morning.-" before he could finish, he farted.

"Starting now" Owen said. But farted right after.

"I mean, now." He said but farting again. Great, now I can barely breath. My eyes were tearing from the awful smell.

+

Everyone was attempting to climb to the top and get one person out and have that person come and unlock the door from the outside.

I just stayed sitting on the bed reading. I'm sure that Chris is gonna open the door for us. He has to let us out if he has a challenge planned.

"Justin, climb! "Harold said.

"There would be a lot more to climb if mount DJ were here." Justin said.

"Where is DJ anyways?" Duncan asked.

Crap... they noticed he's gone. I should probably cover for him.

"Um, guys. There's no point in trying to climb up there. I'm sure that Chris is gonna open the door." I said.

" Well I'm not relying on Chris." Duncan argued.

"Okay. Suit yourselves." I said, as I continued to read.

+

I look up from my book to see all the guys holding Owen. They were gonna bang him into the door to get it Open.

But Chris opened it, so they all ended up falling. I simply walked out.

"Told you Chris would get the door if he wanted a challenge. And right I was." I said.

"Hope you all enjoyed your first taste of the gulag." Chris said.

"Gulag? I didn't get any gulag," Lindsay said confused.

"Well, prepare yourself for it to get a whole lot worse, because today is prison flick day." Chris said.

"Lovely, at least we got the only ex-con on our team." Heather said referring to Duncan.

"It was only juvenile detention. Don't get your Hope's up too much." Duncan said.

"Ah, prison, the confinement! The claustrophobia! The vile, nasty food. And you're always looking over tour shoulder cause Mr. Killer dude wants to cut ya for taking the last tater tot." Chris said. "And no matter how hard you try, taking out spoonfuls of dirt, year after year, there's no escape. Unless you get voted off, of course."

We all got changed and made our way to the challenge. Now DJ was with us.

"Where were you?" I whispered to DJ.

"With Chef. Best not to worry about it. Let's just focus on the challenge." He said in a really serious tone. I nodded in agreement, but there's something up. Is he really being forced in this alliance?

"Lock down, people! Let's get this challenge started. Teams, take a prisoner from the competition, and Chef, I mean, Warden, lock em' up" chris said.

We all grouped up and started to strategize.

"Remember when Lindsay locked herself in the bathroom?" Heather asked.

"She lost it. She drank everyone's shampoos in case any of them magic potions, and then barfed on herself." Gwen said.

"She'll crack for sure." Duncan said.

Werid. For once, Heather and Gwen weren't at each others throats.

"Choices? Gaphers?" Chris asked.

"Lindsay." Heather smirked.

"Yay! I win!" Lindsay said excited.

"Don't worry. We won't have any trouble beating Gwen!" Beth said winking on her.

Gwen then gasped.

"Heather? Did you see that?" I asked.

"Yeah. Gwen is up to something." Heather said.

"Today's first game is the prison challenge!" Chris said. "Each team, a prison Chef whips up the foulest, nastiest, most barf including slop this side of out of trash. Gwen and Lindsay have to stomach up as much as they can. Last to power hurl, wins!"

Poor Gwen.

"Have I ever let you down?" Asked Chris. "Wait, scratch that. The winning team get this." Chris held up a golden shovel. Okay.... but what is it for?

"Prisoners ready?" Chris asked. " And colimate."

We all started adding stuff into the opposite team's bowl. I just picked up whatever I seen first and put it on the bowl.

"Times up! And jail birds, hope your appetite's a prime. Are you maggots ready? One minute to down that chow! And, dig in!" Chris said.

They both began eating. Lindsay seemed to be enjoying hers. Gwen then spit out Beth's retainer.

"Thanks! My dad would've killed me!" She said putting it back in. And she didn't even wash it before putting them back in. I feel bad for the person who decides to date her.

Lindsay then threw up on Gwen.

"Gwen keeps it down for the Screaming Gapher's and wins the reward!" Chris shouted.

DJ then ran off as I followed.

"Chef, sir! Did you see that challenge? You were right Chef, pride is everything. Thank you." DJ said.

"You learned nothing!" Chef yelled.

"B-b-but pride Chef? "DJ said confused.

"Pride! Pride in two months will get you a cup of coffee. What a man really needs, is loyalty. If it wasn't for Berh's disgusting retainer thing you could've blown it for the for the whole team." Chef said.

So that's why she was enjoying the disgusting trash.

"I was once like you." Chef started.

"You were? Never would've guessed that." I said.

"Shut it child." Chef yelled at me, then continued talking to DJ.

"I was once like you. Young, werid, kinda ugly." Chef started again.

"DJ is not ugly. After all, he isn't you. He doesn't need you supposedly helping him winning the game." I said rolling my eyes.

Chef ignored my comment. Rude asshole.

"But you got a gift. Now own it, don't let it go to waste. Like I did." Chef said.

Never would've guessed Chef had a special gift either. Then again, this is coming from the guy that said he was in a war. Liar.

"Meet me in the kitchen after the challenge. You're on permenant KP." Chef said walking off.

"So, does this mean our card game is canceled?" I asked.

"Yeah. Sorry, D. But, we'll play next time." He said.

"Promise." I said putting up my pinkie.

"Promise." He said putting his pinkie on mine.

+

"Elimination challenge!" Chris said excited."Here we go. No get out of jail free cards here, people. This escape from Total Drama pain. Each team will hop on their laundry cart while one member pushes through the obstacle course to freedom."

"When you reach the wall, get digging. First team to reach the box chart of freedom wins immunity. Covects, select a pusher.

"I'll do it." DJ volunteered.

"He is physically the strongest of us all. It make most since he pushes it." I said smileing at DJ.

"You sure DJ. Everything is driving on this. But, if you like being the one who could lose us the whole thing...."

/Derick:"Okay. What the fuck was that for Gwen! He actually was going to do it. Grr.... she's up to something, I know it."\

DJ then got this worried look on his face.

"I should probably lie down." DJ said.

"It's okay DJ. I'll do it." Gwen said with a wink.

"This girl is sketchy." Heather said.

"You should talk." I said.

'I'm serious. I, for one, refuse to trust her." Heather said.

"I trust anyone more than I trust you! Now get up in that cart and shut it. Ms.sourpuss. I'mma vote you off next." Leshawna said.

Heather was gonna say something else, but Duncan shut her up.

"This is it teams." Chris said." On your Mark's, get set, escape."

Gwen began pushing the cart. She pushed us through the dummies on the board. I ducked my head down.

I could hear Heather get hit by the dummies.

Gwen stopped pushing the cart.

"Is there a problem?" Heather asked Gwen. The other team passed us. And, we're gonna lose.

"I demand an explanation! Why have we stopped?" Heather asked.

"Oh! Ooh, cramps! Cramps!" Gwen said.

"You alright, Gwen?" I started to ask.

"We're they talking about Trent? The guy you were so over? The same guy who happened to get voted off last time? Coincidence? Or did you and the Grip's cut a deal?" Heather supected.

Damn. She knows what people are up to. But, we're waiting time. I hopped out the cart. And picked up Gwen and tossed it her in.

"Enough gossip! We got a freaking challenge to win!" I said pushing the cart!

"Whooo! Go boy!" Leshawna cheered.

"Well. What do you know. Pony boy does gave a purpose." Duncan commented as I rolled my eyes.

/DJ: Man. Didn't know Derrick could take leadership like that. I'm a bit surprised."\

We got to the end. I fell to my knees after pushing the cart.

"I never pushed something so heavy. Not ever since I had to push the chromebook cart, down the hall." I said panting.

DJ kneeled down by me.

"You alright buddy?" He asked me.

"Yeah. I'm fine." I said feeling a blush coming up.

Leshawna began digging. She's really after the million this season.

"Leshawna, be careful. You might hurt yourself." Gwen said.

"Hmm, would it kill to offer a little encouragement? Like someone who wants to win, might do?" Heather stated.

"Sue me for caring about the well being of my teammates!" Gwen argued.

"Go Leshawna! You can do it!" I cheered.

"See Gwen, even pony brat over there is cheering." Heather said as I glared.

We all got into the hole. We were all sittingt in the dirt, since Leshawna was going to dig us out.

"I'm starting to like my chances," Heather said.

"Uh, my claustrophobia! "Gwen started." The walls, they're closing in! I'm like a caged animal man! I can't take another second! AHhhhhh!" Gwen grabbed the shovel from Leshawna and hit Harold in the head with it. Breaking the shovel.

Okay... I think I know who I'm voting off after this challenge.....

"Team, we're the screaming Gapher's! And we're going to win, even if we have to dig with our bare hands! Even if we have to eat our way out." DJ encouraged.

Danger boy, toothpick, soul patch, puke breathe, Pony fan, Mama boy is right." Leshawna said.

"I swear that phobia factor challenge is gonna haunt me forever." I mumbled.

We then heard the tunnel shake and a head sprout from the dirt.

"Colidoscope?" We all said in shock.

"Yep, I've been living underground among the prairie dogs. Aw, Butchy, these are my friends." Izzy said to a prairie dog on her head.

"You're a killer grip? One of our sworn enemies." Heather said.

"Friends, enemies. Living down here changes your whole perspective. Follow me! I know a short cut!" Izzy said.

"A short cut?" Gwen said worried.

"Isn't it great Gwen? We're totally going to win. Gwen." Heather said.

"Don't worry Gwen. I understand you're claustrophobic, but we'll be out of the hole soon. Izzy's showing us a way out." I said.

We were walking on our knees. Izzy was telling stories to the group. I wasn't paying attention much.

"I can't wait to be out of this hole." I said to DJ.

"Yeah. Me too. It's so dark." He said.

"Ooh! Here we are!" Izzy said!

"Let me out of this hole!" Leshawna said.

But by the time we got out, the Grips were already out their hole. So we lost.

I decided to skip Chef's so called 'dinner'.

We headed to the gilded Chris ceremony.

I casted my vote for Gwen. Sorry Gwen, but you threw the challenge.

"I tallyed up the votes. Duncan, Derick, Leshawna, DJ, and Harold. Another reward, another day to compete. Tonight's final gilded Chris and another chance at the million goes to..... Heather." Chris said.

Heather walked up on the stage, pushing Chris over.

"Sorry Gwen, you're not a winner. Which means you're a loser. It's just logic." Heather said.

"It's not like she'll last much longer." I mumbled.

"Haha! True that!" Leshawna laughed at my comment.

+

We all headed back to the cabin. It's werid that Gwen got second last season, and this season she threw herself off the hook so fast.

Well, at least I'm still in the game. The They're eliminated, the quicker I can get to the million.

Me and DJ were talking outside about our strategy.

"Okay, so I drew out a map of the remain competitors on each team." I said." Now, there's us. Now, since there's six of our member left we need to drag exactly two people into our corner." I said.

"So, It's not gonna be us against everybody else? "DJ asked.

"Of course it is! But for now, we need to ensure that neither one of us get voted off. So, if we keep winning invincibility, we'll be fine. But, we need a back up plan just in case. So, I can convince Harold to temporarily join us. But that would mean we bring Leshawna along too. And I'm betting if we can offer an opportunity to vote off Heather, she'll take it." I said.

"Okay... I think I get it. So what happens after that?" DJ asked.

"Well, if that all plays out well, we get to the merge. We vote together of course. Problem is that little trio onJustin's team. Justin will probably have both Lindsay and Beth to vote with him. But if we still have Harold and Leshawna in our alliance, it'll outnumber them 4 to 3. So, after we get rid of them. We get rid of the rest, and we work together until the final 4. After that, It's us, against them." I said.

"Damn. That's some strategy you worked out there." DJ said.

"Yeah. So after that, we win. And split the million 50/50." I said.

"So... what happens after that?" DJ asked.

"Huh?"

"I mean. After we win the million. Are we just going to go our separate ways after that?" DJ asked.

"Of course not, silly. We're best friends!" I said.

We spent the rest of DJ's freetime laughing. Eventually he had to go help Chef.

I haven't been able to hang out with DJ as much since chef kept taking him from me. Now I sound like a overprotective house wife.

I'm a little lonely. Guess that's the problem with having one friend.