Horn signaling for everyone to come to the cafeteria

You watch your team slumping through the doorway. All with sleepy looks. Gwen however seem to be dead to the world. She was going off of fumes as she laid her head down on the table. Not laid but more like a tree slamming down to the forest floor.

Gwen said. "No one bother me today."

Her light snores was accompany by the sounds of the campers eating. The killer bass came in late. You wonder if they are making up plans for the next challenge.

As everyone ate, you stare at Heather and Lindsay who was speaking quietly. You hope that they was discussing strategies instead of what transpire minutes earlier.

Heather voice burst out from their secretive conversation. "No. You won't date Tyler. The team come first."

Lindsay face contorting in surprise. Heather eyes immediately telling her to not speak as Beth eyes dart between them both.