Stretch Armstrong

Date: 1/16/2018

I had applied to go on this new reality tv show, bit like Geordie Shore but located on a snowy hill that was on boarder of the US and Canada. A group of us was listening to the do’s and dont’s rules and then after, we can go and pick a cabin to stay in and go crazy. “Does anyone have any questions?” The announcer said. I put my hand up and waited, as if I was back at school waiting for the teacher to pick me but everyone around me looked at me with a dirty look, so I retract. Everyone scattered off to different cabins and started partying. And then there was me, deciding which cabin to pick and stay in. Most of them were basic, that felt like a cheap dirty hotel. Then I found this beautiful minimalistic cabin that was far away from everyone. None was in it. “Maybe none found it yet” I thought. I decided to claim this cabin for myself and make it my new home. I unpacked my things and got ready to go out and enjoy the rest the evening. I arrived at one of many house parties in the area but this one was completely crazy and there was lots more people here than any other. I went into the kitchen and found a group I went to uni with, they didn’t like me. So I went into a another room and sat down with some people who were smoking a splif. I try to engage in their conversation but I was completely struggling to understand what the hell they were talking about. Then suddenly I started to panic in front of everyone, who all stopped and watched me. Then they used me to play tug of war and I stretched out like stretch armstrong; I was powerless. After they all laughed and threw me over a fence and down the hill I go. I arrived on a pebble beach in darkness. I could hear the sea but not see it. I try to stay positive and kept repeating “everything is going to be fine” to myself. I crawled along the beach and found a Caravan with a bright Nero lights saying’Bar’. I crawled inside and pulled myself up to the bar. The place was run down with people who looked lost in themselves. A guy next to me was crying and kept looking at a sliver wedding ring. I wanted to talk to him but the barman place a stack of letters in front of me. They were all address to the ones I love with a huge red stamp saying “Rejected”. From that moment, my positive mindset was lost with everything else. I ordered a drink and stayed.