Novel & Cerita Total Drama Island Chef Hatchet

She could make out the voices of people chatting and plates clattering in her kitchen. Did the founders of Chopped decide to use my apartment for their show? Amanda wondered as she took prudent steps towards her kitchen. The closer she got to that room, the more intense the aroma and the noises. If it's that greedy ghost raiding my fridge again, I swear I'm going to make it sit and eat my terrible food for a whole week, Amanda muttered. Taking a deep breath and closing her eyes, she pushed her kitchen door open and ran inside screaming. "Begone greedy ghost!"

Raymond barked and as the stubborn person she was, Gina flaunted his orders and walked forward, shrugging like he hadn't told her not to do what she was doing. "Jesus Christ!" She yelled and I became the only one in the kitchen who wasn't in the know of what was going on. Walking towards where the three of them stood, I screamed until I was sure that it had effect on my lungs when I saw the genesis of everything. It was word loosing one's voice for. One of my cooks, Maria was laying on the ground in a pool of her own blood. She wasn't even recognizable anymore. She'd been stabbed in multiple places and I became certain that she was the one who screamed.

I cut her off. That was typical, not the slightest problem could arise that she expected me to solve. " Izzy, you're the chef!” " No, for the next three weeks Hugo Diaz is the chef, and I'll just be a tourist in the ice paradise " I corrected her. Although I worked a lot and couldn't remember the last time I took a vacation, I wasn't the kind of person who was addicted to work, I just relied on a job that didn't give me much free time.

Closes. “I’m not Evelyn Blackstone,” I add. “Not yet, anyway. But I am Evelyn. Chef. Survivor. And this kitchen? It’ll remember my name long after your headlines forget it.” She walks out quickly, cheeks pink. I shake a little after. But the knife in my hand stays steady. Later that evening, I find Damian on the rooftop, staring out at the city lights. He doesn’t hear me approach until I touch his arm. “You okay?” I ask.