TDI day...

TDI day 3!

Note: I don't own TDI. All rights go to teletoon and fresh tv.

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I was sleeping soundly, dreaming about me and my family, at the beach and we were having the best time, till freaking bull horn goes off. I’m a heavy sleeper so i heard it in my dream, until heather "accidentally" stepped on my stomach, then I woke up.

"What the f***, Heather?!" I yelled, sitting straight up."

“Oops, sorry," she said, although something about her voice made me think she wasn’t.

She'll be sorry, I thought. We all got dressed then went outside with everyone else.

“Morning hope you slept well,” Chris said. Really? Cody and Izzy were standing beside me.

“Hi Chris you look really buff in those shorts,” Heather said. Yeah, that’s not a creepy thing to say to a man who is about two times your age.

“Kiss up,” I muttered. Izzy and Cody laughed.

“I know,” Chris smiled. That’s even creepier. “I hope you’re already ‘cause your next challenge begins in exactly one minute.”

“Oh excuse me. I don’t know if that’s enough time to eat breakfast,” Owen said. THANK THE LORD! I hope it’s not. That crap is just digusting.

“Oooohhhh. You’ll get breakfast, Owen.” CRAP! “Right after you complete your 20 kilometer run around the lake,” Chris said. I went into the confessional. /"I’m a good runner and all but really? I’m not a morning person, at all!"/

"What the heck?!" I growled. Everyone ignored me.

“Oh so you’re funny now! You know what I think would be funny.” Eva said, going over to Chris. Geoff and Duncan held her back.  What are they doing?! Let her attack Chris, I’ll help!

“Eva, try to control your temper,” Courtney whispered.

“You’re enjoying this aren’t you!!!??” Eva said.

“A little, you have 30 seconds,” Chris said.

"I’m not a morning person!" I yelled, crossing my arms impatiently.

"Yeah, well, I don’t care.” I grumbled and reluctantly got in line to start running. “Ok runners… On your marks, get set, GO!” Chris yelled.

I ran alone, for a while. Noah eventually caught up to me. “Hey,” He said.

“Hey,” I replied, nodding for no apparent reason.

“I swear, I hate running.” “

I don’t mind running, but I can’t stand it at 6:30 am.”

“Is it seriously 6:30?” He looked like he wants to pass out. I know how you feel, buddy.

“Yeah, I know. I hate Chris,” I complained, about to drop from exhaustion. So… tired.

“Same. I hate running. I failed Gym class,” Noah said, struggling to keep up. I slowed down a bit.

“You failed gym?” I laughed. “What the heck? I didn’t think that was possible.”

 “Well, it is. I’m not so good at sports and such.” He blushed.

I chuckled, “Wow!” We looked into each other’s eyes, and smiled. I then ran into a tree, and got knock unconscious. I am graceful as a ballerina.

I woke up to water being splashed on my face. “Mmm…” I moaned and had flashbacks to boarding school. Was I on the table? Yep.

“Celeste?” Noah said, coming beside me. No, it’s Santa. “Are you okay?”