Total Drama Author 7

A lot of people think that they are great authors. This is the ultimate test of an author's ability, drive, and talent in writing. This is not only a camp where people are getting their writing skills improved but they are competing to be the best author.... Who will prove that they have the skills? Who will crumble under the pressure? Who will rise to the occasion?

'''This... is... TOTAL! DRAMA! AUTHOR! 7!!!'''

How It Works

 * 1) Two teams will be constructed.
 * 2) The teams will compete in challenges. (i.e. Write a story where Lindsay and Tyler break up OR write a story where Beth suddenly becomes popular OR write a story about the contest itself.)
 * 3) Reddy and BB will read and judge the stories, and determine which team wins.
 * 4) The winning team is invincible!
 * 5) Reddy and BB (Whoever judged the losing team) will pick whoever was the best author on the team that week.
 * 6) The best person on the losing team will pick two of their teammates to be up for elimination.
 * 7) The bottom two will give reasons to stay in the game.
 * 8) The judges will determine who goes home (The only guarantee that one is safe is if they're on the winning team, or they win an individual challenge).
 * 9) Repeat the above steps.
 * 10) Later in the game, there will be a merge, and the two teams will become the Best-Sellers.
 * 11) More challenges, stories, elimination.
 * 12) One author will be left and will be declared the best author ever!

Rules

 * You have from the Sunday the challenge is posted until Friday to post it. To give the judges time, we need the stories before 3:00 PM EST every Friday.
 * All eliminations are final, do not start fights with the judges over them.
 * There is too be no cursing (I.E. words not said on Total Drama), gory violence, or sexual content in the stories. (If you have a question about these limitations, please contact Nalyd on Chatango or his talk page.)
 * Being rude to other authors in the camp or in Chatango will result in penalties.
 * Do not make new sections for your stories.
 * The winner will be made an admin on the wiki, and a judge for future seasons of Total Drama Author.

Staff

 * Nalyd Renrut - Host, challenge maker, judge, eliminator
 * Sunshine - Second season winner, challenge maker, eliminator, professional chef
 * Chimmy - Third season winner, challenge maker, judge, eliminator, professional professional
 * Shane - Fourth season winner, challenge maker, eliminator, professional person
 * Reddy - Fifth season winner, challenge maker, judge, professional red dude
 * BB - Sixth season winner, challenge maker, judge, professional extraordinare

Contestants
These are the official fourteen contestants

Writing Gophers

 * 1) AJ
 * 2) Cod
 * 3) LF
 * 4) MrD
 * 5) MTDM
 * 6) Neko
 * 7) Toad

Typing Bass

 * 1) Aimers
 * 2) CD-TDA
 * 3) Jessica
 * 4) Kg
 * 5) Plat
 * 6) Sunsummer7

Eliminated

 * 1) TDA15

Week One Chat
Nalyd: Welcome, Neko, Kg, Cod, Plat, CD-TDA, LF, Toad, Aimers, AJ, Sunsummer, TDA15, MTDM, MrD, and Jessica to Total Drama Author 7! There will be no challenge this week so you guys can cool off after the intense preliminary round. The teams will be decided and the challenge will be posted Friday. Congrats, guys.

AJ: Yay everyone! We made it :)

Kg: Whoo! ^_^

MrD: I... I made it? This calls for a group hug, everyone! =D *extends arms*

LF: Yay! *Hugs Mr. D* Congrats everyone!

TDA15: Wow...I actually made it. ^_^

BB: Congratulations from BB to all competitors that have made it to this point in the competition. *feels like Chris* -w-

Aimers: Oh My god O.o I never thought I would make it D: Thank you so much judges :D And good luck everyione else!!!

Cod: I-I made it? Um, what?! *passes out*

Plat: Yay! ^^ Hope the teams will be up soon.

CD-TDA: I can't believe I made it.

Sunsummer7: Wow, this is...AMAZING!

Jessica: *hugs Reddy* Thank you!

Toad: I MADE IT? Time to wake up. T_T

Neko: Whoa, I made it? With a 10/10? :D Oh, just so you guys know, CD-TDA might be posting stories for me due to me having no computer during the week. I'm typing the story up on my iPod and emailing it to her so she can post for me. Just so there's no confusion. :p

MrD: Do you want me to say an honest opinion about this challenge? It's really unfair, some people got almost no critisim, how are they supposed to improve it based upon that?

Kg: I agree with MrD, I got no real criticism, so I'm not sure how I can improve mine.

LF: This is how I felt when I first found out what the challenge was, but then I realized it's simple. If you didn't get much criticism, just add on. That's what I did. You can't really hurt your score if you're adding on, unless you make a lot of mistakes, or are off topic in the add ons.

Challenge One
Nalyd: Go back to the story you wrote for the pre-game challenge. Edit it based on the judges' criticisms. Add more, take some out, do what you have to to make it better. The story will be judged on its plot, spelling, grammar, creativity, and originality. These stories must be posted prior to next Friday.

AJ's Story
(This Takes place right after Total Drama World Tour)

Despite the shining sun outside, the contestants of Total Drama were sitting gloomily on a Hawaiian beach. Well most of them were.

"Is she....really gone?" Bridgette asked, her voice shaking.

"We're not sure, but we haven't heard anything from the policemen yet." Chris replied.

Owen looked over at Chris sadly, "This...this can't be happening." He said. He then began to cry, but felt a hand on his shoulder.

"It's ok big guy." said the voice. Owen looked up and saw Noah standing there. They both exchanged worried glances as police men pulled up alongside the beach.

"She really wasn't THAT mean, and she didn't deserve this," Sierra wailed, "I actually miss her."

"I never realized what it would be like with her actually gone." Gwen replied sadly. She lie her head down on Trent's shoulder, and felt a tear run down her cheek. Duncan looked over at the two, despite the anguish in the air he felt a ping of jealousy. He looked over at Courtney sitting by herself and decided to go sit with her. This isn't the time. Duncan thought, but she shouldn't be alone during something like this.

Two police men approached, both with sad looks on their faces, "I'm really sorry everyone, but we have some bad news".

The contestants got into DJ's bus, and prepared themselves for a long drive over to the hospital. It was true, Heather was really gone. Most of the contestants just barely escaped the lava flying through the air, but Heather wasn't so lucky. She got hit right in the back. It took the contestants a while to grasp that she was really gone, but now her absence was beginning to hit them. Ezekiel was also nowhere to be seen, but his disappearance was minor compared to what happened to Heather. The contestants chatted over their lost competitor in the back seats of the bus. Leshawna was sitting at the table with Katie, Sadie and DJ.

"Suddenly, i feel bad for slapping Heather." She said, remembering back to what happened in the Alps.

"It's so depressing that she is gone." Katie cried, as she inched closer to Sadie.

"So so depressing." Sadie agreed.

DJ also had a look of sadness on his face, "No one deserves this kind of fate man, no one." He said.

When the contestants arrived at the hospital, they were brought up to a room on the fifth floor that overlooked Hawaii. There they saw her, eyes closed, lying on the hospital bed with an oxygen mask attached to her mouth. Twenty minutes passed, and finally the silence was broken when the doctor walked into the room..

"She isn't dead, but she's in a horrible condition. She should be awake soon." He said, trying to hide the fear in his voice. Heather's eyes slowly blinked open, and she looked around at all of her fellow contestants that stood around her room. She couldn't believe everyone actually cared enough about her enough to visit.

"Hannah, I'm really sorry this happened to you" Lindsay cried. She then tightly hugged Beth and both of them burst into tears. Heather's breaths steadily became heavier and more distanced.

She raised her head as far as she could, looked at everyone, and said weakly, "Thanks Lindsay, thanks everyone, I can't believe you guys came."

"We couldn't leave you my lady" Harold replied with a bow.

"Yeah, no man left behind" Geoff said, tearing up. This was too much, even for easy going Geoff.

After another five minutes, the contestants heard the doctors talking out in the hall.

"Are you sure that would work?" One asked.

"It's worth the risk." The other replied.

The doctor walked in and asked everyone to leave. Alejandro took one long last look at Heather, and sighed as he walked out of the room.

In the waiting room everyone had their own way to pass the time. Some of the contestants were silent, and sat there thinking about the past three seasons of Total Drama. Other contestants chatted with each other about the situation. Finally, after a couple hours, the contestants were brought back up to Heather's room. As they got into the elevator, they didn't know what to expect. When they walked in the room, every contestant was flooded with relief. The doctors had saved Heather! She was sitting up in her hospital bed grinning, her gold tooth gleaming. She looked around at all the contestants with a smile and said, "You can't get rid of me that easily"

Cod's Story
 Betrayal 

 (This takes place after TDWT)

 Glossary 

Nuka-Cola: A drink similar to Coca-Cola

Diet Court-Mad: A drink similar to Diet Pepsi

Chimmeh Road: A road in Gwen's neighborhood.

BBeh Avenue: An avenue in Gwen's neighborhood

"Duncan? Duncan, answer me! Duncan!" Gwen shouted.

It was summer. The grass fresh and green. The air, cool and refreshing. The sun, hot and relaxing on an early Saturday morning.

Duncan was back home, his feet raised by the desk in front of him, in his messy, rugged room. He was waiting for a reply to his email from his girlfriend, Gwen. Earlier in the year, Duncan and Gwen had competed in a reality show, where he had hooked up with her. Although he was dating Gwen, he had dated another girl on the show, Courtney. Courtney took a blow from Duncan's choice, as he had been found kissing Gwen, even before he was dating her. As Duncan thought about the past year, he couldn't help a feeling of guilt.

Should I have really broken Courtney's heart? Duncan thought.

No, why do you care, you're the tough guy. Another voice said.

But she understood me. She knew that underneath my appearance, there is someone nice inside.

Mister Goody Two-Shoes, eh? replied the other voice.

Just then, Gwen's email arrived. Duncan opened the virtual message and began to read.

Duncan,

''Hey, it's Gwen. I thought about your last email and decided that we should meet up sometime. Maybe get lunch together? There's this great little place called Wawanawkwa Cafe. We should meet there, tomorrow. Anyways, life has sucked lately, as usual: High School's been as grueling as ever. But, when I feel down, I can always think of you to make me feel better. So, hopefully I'll see you soon!''

<p style="text-align:right">Love, Gwen.

<p style="text-align:center">Duncan smiled. Gwen always made him smile.

<p style="text-align:center">As Duncan was closing Gwen's email, he noticed a second email, this time from... Courtney.

<p style="text-align:center">Courtney hadn't emailed him or even talked to him since the break-up.

<p style="text-align:center">Duncan opened the email and began anxiously reading its contents.

To Duncan,

<p style="text-align:center">I know that we have been fighting; for example, cheating on me with goth girl, breaking my heart, etc.

<p style="text-align:center">Duncan groaned. ''Will she ever just get over it? ''Duncan thought.

<p style="text-align:center">''Now, I feel we can put our differences behind us, just this once, and be able to reconcile. I know the real you, even if you don't express it much. I was wondering, maybe we could go out for lunch tomorrow? Maybe at this great little place called Wawanawkwa Cafe, down the street. Now, as I don't expect you to know where this place is,''

<p style="text-align:center">Duncan rolled his eyes.

<p style="text-align:center">''The street address is, 1337 ChesterChester Road. Hope to see you.''

<p style="text-align:right">Your friend, Courtney.

<p style="text-align:center">As Duncan skimmed through the letter, he couldn't help but notice-

<p style="text-align:center">Gwen and Courtney are going to be at the same restaurant.

<p style="text-align:center">Duncan couldn't help but panic, his hands becoming numb and his head pounding. Who would he go out for lunch with? Gwen or Courtney?

<p style="text-align:center">It's obvious I'm picking Gwen, Duncan thought.

<p style="text-align:center">She is my girlfriend.

<p style="text-align:center">''No! What about Courtney? You did hurt her...''

<p style="text-align:center">As Duncan struggled with his inner thoughts, things weren't going so smoothly for Gwen and Courtney, either...

<p style="text-align:center">"Great..." Gwen groaned as she spilled coffee on her new black and red skirt.

<p style="text-align:center">Gwen had just finished emailing Duncan, informing him about their plans to meet at the cafe. Gwen covered her eyes with her hands, exhausted from the horror flick marathon from last night.

<p style="text-align:center">Gwen grinned as she thought about the spewing blood and guts, the psycho chainsaw killers with hooks, and many other violent and disturbing images from the movies. Gwen yawned and decided to take a walk. As Gwen was taking the left turn down Reddeh Avenue, she saw someone familiar.

<p style="text-align:center">"Gwen?" said the familiar voice.

<p style="text-align:center">Gwen saw the tall, handsome face of her ex-boyfriend. Trent.

<p style="text-align:center">"Oh, um, hey! Uh, what are you doing here?" Gwen asked, not trying to sound frantic.

<p style="text-align:center">"Well, I, kinda came down here for vacation... With my family..." Trent said, awkwardly rubbing the back of his head.

<p style="text-align:center">"Um, cool, cool... So, I guess I'll see you around... Sometime..."

<p style="text-align:center">"Oh, sure, see you later... I guess..." Trent said, walking down BBeh Road.

<p style="text-align:center">Gwen hesitated. She began to speak, but no words came out. She decided to keep her mouth shut, and began walking home, feeling awkward emotions about her ex-boyfriend.

<p style="text-align:center">Trent...

<p style="text-align:center">As Courtney looked across her spotless, organized room, she couldn't help but feel a sort of emptiness. Her plan to meet with Duncan had given her a sense of hope, but she couldn't shrug off the feeling of imperfections.

<p style="text-align:center">Maybe I am too strict... she thought. ''Maybe I need to loosen my butt... Just as Duncan said...''

<p style="text-align:center">Courtney looked in the mirror, and saw her reflection. Beautiful brown hair, cute wide eyes, there couldn't be anything wrong with her, appearance-wise.

<p style="text-align:center">All of a sudden, Duncan came into her mind, him and his cute little, green mohawk!

<p style="text-align:center">''I want to rip it off! ''she thought.

<p style="text-align:center">After all the trauma Duncan had put her into, she felt it was impossible to forgive him.

<p style="text-align:center">How could he cheat on me with some un-educated, lowlife, jerk face of a weird goth girl!

<p style="text-align:center">Courtney jumped on her bed and began to weep, all of her emotions unable to control.

<p style="text-align:center">"Why?!" she screamed.

<p style="text-align:center">"Why?! Why?! Why?!" she repeated.

<p style="text-align:center">As she passed out, exausted from her emotional breakdown, the only image she could see in her mind was Duncan, and her lips coming to his....

<p style="text-align:center">It was the day. Sunday. The day Duncan had been dreading. As he got into some nice clothes, he pondered about his dilemma.

<p style="text-align:center">I'll just alternate from girl to girl, right?

<p style="text-align:center">You're not stupid, you've seen those comedy shows.

<p style="text-align:center">Will it work?

<p style="text-align:center">No.

<p style="text-align:center">"Gah!" Duncan yelled out loud, angrily. "What is with these girls?!"

<p style="text-align:center">Duncan sighed and opened his closet. He couldn't decide whether to look educated or cool. Instead, Duncan grabbed his normal clothes.

<p style="text-align:center">Screw their opinion...

<p style="text-align:center">As Duncan arrived at the restaurant, he noticed Gwen sitting at a table outside while Courtney was sitting inside, in a booth.

<p style="text-align:center">At least they didn't notice each other...

<p style="text-align:center">Duncan decided to begin with Gwen. As he sat down across from her, she smiled.

<p style="text-align:center">"Hey, Mr. Delinquent," Gwen said as she grinned.

<p style="text-align:center">"Hey, Mrs. Pasty," Duncan replied, the same grin on his face.

<p style="text-align:center">After their greetings, there was an awkward silence until the waiter came.

<p style="text-align:center">"Hello!" the waiter welcomed, in a flamboyant tone.

<p style="text-align:center">"Welcome to Wawanawkwa Cafe! Have you decided on drinks?"

<p style="text-align:center">Duncan waited for Gwen to answer, but there was silence.

<p style="text-align:center">Gwen noticed Duncan's pause. "Oh, Duncan, you can order first," she said awkwardly.

<p style="text-align:center">"Oh-Um, sure..." Duncan rubbed the back of his head. "I'll have a Nuka-Cola, get it here as fast as you can," he said as he tried to act harsh, putting his feet on the table.

<p style="text-align:center">The waiter sneered and looked at Gwen. "And how about you, pretty lady?" he asked in a flirty tone.

<p style="text-align:center">"I'll hav-"

<p style="text-align:center">Gwen was interrupted by Duncan.

<p style="text-align:center">"Hey buddy, who do you think you are to be flirting with my girlfriend?" Duncan said, grabbing the waiter's collar and glaring.

<p style="text-align:center">The waiter peed his pants.

<p style="text-align:center">"Duncan!" Gwen shouted. "Let him go! He didn't mean it!"

<p style="text-align:center">Duncan reluctantly let go of the waiter's collar.

<p style="text-align:center">As the waiter stuttered through his question again, Gwen replied, "I'll have a Diet Court-Mad, please."

<p style="text-align:center">As Gwen requested her drink, Duncan's stomach dropped.

<p style="text-align:center">''Crap! I forgot about Courtney!''

<p style="text-align:center">''When will he get here? Courtney thought'''. 'He obviously forgot...

<p style="text-align:center">Courtney glanced at the entrance to the small cafe.

<p style="text-align:center">''Unless he ditched me! ''

<p style="text-align:center">Courtney began to panic, when suddenly, she saw the familiar green mohawk.

<p style="text-align:center">"Hey," Duncan said confidently, sitting across from Courtney.

<p style="text-align:center">Courtney's panic faded.

<p style="text-align:center">"Hello, Duncan." Courtney said, a tone in her voice.

<p style="text-align:center">"Now," Courtney continued. "Let's get this straight; I do NOT like you. Did you get that? I have absolutely NO feelings for you, what so ever,"

<p style="text-align:center">"Sure," Duncan replied, grinning. "I get it, don't strain your uptight butt!"

<p style="text-align:center">"Ugh..." Courtney groaned, trying to retain her list on Duncan insults.

<p style="text-align:center">While Duncan acted like he was 'macho', Courtney was writing her paper for school over the summer, to show the Law School she was planned to attend that she had completed extra credit.

<p style="text-align:center">"Court," Duncan started. "Can't you just relax? Doing a paper over summer is lame... Unless it's Summer School, that crap is crazy..."

<p style="text-align:center">When the waiter arrived, Duncan and Courtney ordered their drinks, when Duncan got a text message. It was from Gwen...

<p style="text-align:center">Does it rlly take tht long to p? our drinks r here hurry up.

<p style="text-align:center">Duncan glanced nervously at Courtney.

<p style="text-align:center">"What?" Courtney asked, noticing Duncan's frantic expression.

<p style="text-align:center">"I- um, really have to pee... Like right now!" Duncan scurried up from the booth and ran towards the bathroom. When Courtney wasn't looking, he slipped past Courtney's booth, and exited outside, towards Gwen's table.

<p style="text-align:center">"Where have you been? The waiter's here for our food!" Gwen said.

<p style="text-align:center">"Yeah, yeah, I just had this huge drink before I left," Duncan replied calmly as he sat back in his chair.

<p style="text-align:center">As they ordered their food, Duncan noticed Courtney in the window, looking inpatient.

<p style="text-align:center">"Uh, I really have to pee... Again, be right back!" Duncan said, heading towards the entrance to the Cafe.

<p style="text-align:center">When Duncan sat at Courtney's booth again, she noticed something suspicious.

<p style="text-align:center">"Why did you leave so suddenly?" Courtney asked. "The waiter already came by with our drinks... Look, if you're trying to avoid me, that's fine, I have better things to do than waste my time sitting here with a crook who has to pee every five seconds!"

<p style="text-align:center">"Ugh, Courtney, you don't understand-" Duncan began.

<p style="text-align:center">"And why did you sneak outside? Is there someone there?" Courtney asked, getting up from the table.

<p style="text-align:center">Duncan's stomach plopped as he quickly stood up, knocking over some flowers in a vase.

<p style="text-align:center">"Nope, no, there's no one out there, just some stupid, uh, relatives! Yes, some relatives of mine are out there!" Duncan said frantically.

<p style="text-align:center">Courtney narrowed her eyes. "You're lying, aren't you?"

<p style="text-align:center">Duncan tried to act calm. "Look, there's no one out there, I just had a big drink before we came here, now, let's cut the crap and have some lunch, okay?"

<p style="text-align:center">"Oh, really?" Courtney asked. "So you're saying no one is out there, hmm? You had to pee outside, eh? Well, let's check to see if 'no one' is out there, shall we?"

<p style="text-align:center">And before Duncan could argue, Courtney opened to door, right next to Gwen's table.

<p style="text-align:center">Gwen had been worried. Duncan had been gone 6 minutes, and their food had already arrived. As Gwen played around with her Filet Mignon, she noticed someone familiar burst out of the door...

<p style="text-align:center">"You!" Courtney screamed.

<p style="text-align:center">Gwen couldn't breathe. Out of all places, Courtney, the girl who had almost ruined her life, had to be at the same restaurant as Gwen! While she was on a date with Duncan! And to make things worse, the person who followed Courtney was-

<p style="text-align:center">"Duncan!" Gwen yelled, surprised by Courtney's appearance.

<p style="text-align:center">Duncan was having a panic attack. The day had not gone well.

<p style="text-align:center">Courtney walked up next to Gwen who stood up.

<p style="text-align:center">"What are you doing here?!" the girls asked each other simultaneously. "Me?! I was having a date with Duncan!" they continued. "What?! He's dating ME! No way! Duncan!" they yelled.

<p style="text-align:center">Everyone at the Cafe was staring at the girls, including the flamboyant waiter.

<p style="text-align:center">"Ooh, spicy," The waiter said.

<p style="text-align:center">"Duncan, how could you?!" Gwen wailed, tears forming at the corners of her eyes.

<p style="text-align:center">"I- uh- Gah! Guys-" Duncan began.

<p style="text-align:center">"No! You are going to decide. Me, or weird goth girl?!" Courtney asked, tears forming at her eyes, too.

<p style="text-align:center">Duncan looked at the girls.

<p style="text-align:center">He couldn't decide.

<p style="text-align:center">Similar or Opposite?

<p style="text-align:center">Goth or Princess?

<p style="text-align:center">New or Original?

<p style="text-align:center">Duncan thought, and thought, in the limited time he had, and came to a decision.

<p style="text-align:center">Courtney was in shock when suddenly Duncan jumped at her and began to make out with her. She closed her eyes and was absorbed by the kiss.

<p style="text-align:center">As much as she was angry with his date with Gwen, she couldn't help but feel warmth, coming from the man she loved. She could forgive him. But only this time. She couldn't believe it. Her boyfriend had come back. Her delinquent.

<p style="text-align:center">"Duncan! Duncan, answer me! Duncan!" Gwen shouted. "If you don't reply, we're through!" Gwen screamed, her eyes filling with uncontrollable tears.

<p style="text-align:center">While Duncan's kiss continued, Courtney opened her eyes and gave Gwen the finger.

<p style="text-align:center">Duncan leaned back from Courtney.

<p style="text-align:center">"Sorry, Pasty, but Princess is mine!" Duncan shouted at Gwen.

<p style="text-align:center">Gwen stormed away from the Cafe, screaming and crying miserably.

<p style="text-align:center">"Glad to have you back, Princess." Duncan said, as he began to kiss Courtney again.

<p style="text-align:center">As Courtney backed away, she slapped Duncan, leaving a bright red mark on his cheek. "And that," she puffed, "Is for all the crap you put me through!" She then grabbed Duncan's collar, and felt the feeling, her lips touching his.

<p style="text-align:center">The End.

<p style="text-align:center"> Epilogue <p style="text-align:center">As Gwen ran back to her house, her eyes swimming with tears, she accidentally ran into a man. He was quite tall, and had blackboard-like hair, wearing a green camo shirt.

<p style="text-align:center">"Oh!" Gwen exclaimed.

<p style="text-align:center">The man turned around to reveal-

<p style="text-align:center">"Trent!" Gwen shouted.

<p style="text-align:center">Trent jumped, obviously nervous at the sight of Gwen.

<p style="text-align:center">"Gwen, what happened? You look like you just finished a sad drama flick!" Trent exclaimed, with an awkward grin on his face.

<p style="text-align:center">While Gwen did despise the corny joke and his cheesy smile, she couldn't help but feel a big sigh of relief coming from Trent's appearance.

<p style="text-align:center">"You have no idea..." Gwen said, wiping her eyes and blocking out her sobs as she walked with Trent towards her house.

<p style="text-align:center">Fin.

LF's Story
<p style="text-align:center">''' Luscious Leshawna's Humble Beginnings. By: Leshawnafan.'''

<p style="text-align:center"> Characters:

<p style="text-align:center">Leshawna- 5 years old to present.

<p style="text-align:center">Aunt LaQuisha- LeShawna's Aunt.

<p style="text-align:center">LeShawna's Mom and Dad.

<p style="text-align:center">Producers- Total Drama Island Producers.

<p style="text-align:center">Angie- A little girl at the shelter LeShawna volunteers at.

(As you can tell, this takes place before and during TDI. The epilogue takes place after TDWT has ended.)

The day Leshawna turned five was a stepping stone into the rest of her life. This was the moment Leshawna developed her lovable attitude, and her "special" abilities of dancing.

She recieved a letter in the mail on her 5th Birthday from her Aunt, who she hadn't seen in 2 years. She hardly remembered who see was and had taken the letter to her mom first, just to find out.

"Oh honey, that's from your Aunt! You don't remember her because you were only 3 when you first met her! She's a very busy lady, taking care of LaShaniqua and running her own business. I pray that she can handle all that work," Leshawna's mom had told her.

After that, Leshawna ran to her room and opened the letter. The letter read:

Dear Leshawna,

''Within this letter, I have supplied you with 3 tickets to go see the musical at the local Community College. My friend has a son who goes there, and is starring in the musical and gave me free tickets. But sadly, I cannot take off work to see it, so as your Birthday present I'm giving you my tickets. Be sure to take your mom and dad with you, because I'm sure they'll love it as much as you will. Have fun, and Happy Birthday!!''

<p style="text-align:center">Love,

<p style="text-align:center">Aunt LaQuisha.

Leshawna ran out of her room and showed the letter and tickets to her mom. The musical was that night, and as soon as Leshawna's dad arrived home, they got ready and left for it.

The musical lasted for and hour and a half, and during the whole performance, Leshawna wondered what it would be like to be a dancer, and dance in front of everyone in the audience. This thought of performing in front of people usually would frighten many, but to Leshawna, she didn't care. Even at the age of 5 she knew that dancing was going to be one of her talents.

As the years went on and on, Leshawna never lost sight of her dream, of one day becoming famous and reaching out to others. She completed the second goal by volunteering and the children's shelter, helping misguided kids, preteens, and teens. Everyone loved her there because of her helping attitude.

Leshawna continued to use her dance "skills" to try to cheer up the kids in the shelter. Everyday, she would call them down to the rec center, and put on a little show for them. The younger ones loved it, while the older ones thought of it more as a joke. Leshawna had always had trouble helping the older ones, but she usually found a way to get through to most of them.

One day, while Leshawna was performing one of her afternoon dance shows, some of the kids were watching TV in the same area. A commercial popped up and showed that there were auditions being held for a reality show called, "Total Drama Island." One of the girls, Angie, turned towards Leshawna after the commercial had ended.

"Leshawna, you need to audition for that! You would be perfect for that show!" Angie told Leshawna.

Leshawna stopped dancing and looked at Angie.

"You know what, that's a great idea Angie! I think that show needs someone like me," Leshawna agreed, hugging Angie before she went home.

As she arrived home, Leshawna couldn't wait to tell her parents. She knew that her mom and dad would be behind her no matter what, and she thanked them for that. The onl thing that worried her was whether or not the producers would accept her. She thought that there couldn't be anyone else like her out there, so why not accept her?

Leshawna had filmed her audition, and sent it to the producers. She was anxious now, unable to wait. Even in her audition she couldn't wait to get a call back from the producers even though they hadn't even seen her audition yet. Days went on, and Leshawna was becoming more and more anxious, wondering if they really would pick her. The one thing that made Leshawna not herself is second guessing.

The days continued to add up, and Leshawna still had not recieved a call from the producers. Then, after a few weeks of anxiously waiting for a call, and almost thinking she wouldn't be chosen, Leshawna recieved a call from the producers saying they would love to have her join the cast.

She immediately told her parents, and began packing. She still had to wait a week to leave for the Island, but she didn't care. All she knew was that she was happy that she made it. She wasn't allowed to tell anyone at the shelter where she was going because of the contract she was under. But she knew that the kids at the shelter would be happy with her no matter how far she made it.

She wasn't really prepared for what happened when she arrived at Total Drama Island. On the way, she was takien to a hotel with the other contestants before they were brought to the actual Island. They were only allowed to look at each other, but not exchange any words or talk to each other. Leshawna took this time to look over her competitors and try to see if she could find things out about them by the way they looked. She was always told to "Not judge a book by its cover," but she knew that something was always shown threw the appearance of a person.

Leshawna was less anxious about starting the competition, then seeing what the actual Island looked like. As she rode the boat over to the Island, she knew that the pamphlet about the Island was a lie. It said that the Island was one of a kind, and that it had beatiful waterfalls, a spa, and that there were many nice hotels on the Island. Leshawna had never believed that this was what it actually looked like, but she didn't think it was this bad. She shrugged off the look of the Island, and was prepared to win the competition.

<p style="text-align:center"> Epilogue 

After 3 seasons of TD, Leshawna was actually happy to be getting a break. With all the stress of the last 2 seasons, it was finally time for her to take a break, and get back to her old self. She knew that she would have trouble because of her crying incident in season 2, and then falling for Alejandro in season 3, but she knew she could get back for her old ways, like in season 1. She knew that once she saw eveyrone back home again, they wouldn't care. They would just be happy for her because of how successful she was.

Winning isn't everything, Leshawna would always think to herself whenever she was eliminated. She was just happy she could be in all 3 seasons, and get a chance not everyone got. She realized she had completed her first goal, to become famous. Even though that was a goal of her's, she didn't seem to care for it that much anymore. She was just happy to have made the friends that she had made, and enjoyed the game. Now, it was time for her to get back to her normal life, and be herself.

Leshawna arrived home to huge hugs from her family, and was actually relieved to not be in another season. Sure, she never won a season so far, but she needed the break because being in 3 straight seasons was tough. Her family was very happy to see her, and threw a huge party for her.

The kids at the shelter were even happier to see Leshawna the day after she had arrived home. They told her that they had watched all 3 seasons just to see her, and were always sad when she got eliminated. Hearing all of this almost made Leshawna cry for the first time in her life, but she stayed strong and kept her composure. She kept her head high, and was ready to embrace her normal life once again.

MrD's Story
<p style="text-align:center">Name: The Drama Machine

<p style="text-align:center">Author: Mrdaimion

<p style="text-align:center">Setting: Almost imedietly after Total Drama World Tour ended.

<p style="text-align:center">Main character: Alejandro, in the Drama Machine

''I... I can't remember... What happened to me? Something bad... Painful... Heartbreaking... But what was it? ''I didn't have enough time to figure out this deeply puzzling question before someone shouted near-by. "He's awake! He's awake!" I turned my head towards the noise, and saw that a scientist, or more likely intern, was the source of it. Chris smiled broadly, the sun-light reflecting off of his teeth. "Excellent..." He rubbed his hands together and laughed manically, not being able to get any more cliche. He didn't bother to fill me in on anything, and he turned to all of the interns. "The board will come here in a few hours to see if this, er, 'product' is acceptable. Everyone, get yourself presentable." Chris walked off, presumably to follow his own advice, and the interns scrambled across the area. I might have found it humorous if I didn't have so much on my mind. ''Wh-What product? Are they talking about me?'' I thought, that being all on my mind as the hours crept by, until the board finally arrived.

Chris hurried to greet them, and he grinned at them. "Welcome," He started. "to which will be the greatest reality show of all time!" He started walking off, and with his hand, gestured for them all to follow him. They all looked at each other and shrugged, then they followed him. He lead them all right in front of me, and they stared in marvel. "So, long story short, we gather the ex-contestants, and put them all in the body of the drama machine, and they shall be forced to compete together in a new season! What do y'all think?" The board members looked at each other skeptically. "Hm... Well... I suppose we could do a test run of it, and..." The board member continued, but I wasn't paying attention. I was too busy thinking about what they did to me... Then it struck me that what they did to me was probably bad. And they wanted to do it again. To twenty-four other people. I couldn't let that happen. I did what distinctively sounded like a roar, surprising everyone. I stopped simply standing there and ran at them, causing Chris to jump out of the way, and leaving most of the board members trampled. I stopped, and turned to Chris. "Woah, dude, you don't want to hurt this handsome devil, do you?" He said, obviously frightened. "You're right about one thing..." I said, swinging my arm at him. "You are, indeed, a devil..." My arm made contact, giving him a quick and, sadly, merciful end to his life. One of the interns then decided to pull out a remote control thingy.

"Get back! You don't want me to have to make yourself self-destruct, would you?" He asked. He never even got a chance to try it though, for I grabbed a table and threw it at him, hitting the remote high into the air, and his limp, lifeless body against the wall.

I then furiously jumped out of the roof somehow to where it was raining, and heard people screaming. At me. Why me? "I mean no harm." I said, but that didn't calm any of them down. They just wouldn't understand. Too simple-minded, I supposed, they must be in so much pain because of it. So, I decided to end their suffering. I stepped on as many as possible, getting some sadistic pleasure from it, for some reason.

I then saw some of them wise up, and send the military at me, like a cliche horror movie. The tanks came rolling in and fired at me, causing a tiny dent in my armor. I glared at the tanks, and stepped on some of them, causing them to instantly crumble under my power. Some people held their ground and continued to fire, yet the wiser ones made their tanks turn away, and get away from the scene as fast as possible. I instantly annihilated the ones that stayed, but I let the ones that ran away live. For now. Seeing how their big tanks didn't work, some idiot decided to send solders who looked like toys in my perspective after me. I rolled my eyes, and crushed them all instantly, the few bullets that were actually fired simply bouncing off of me. I continued on, the military not taking the risk of missiles in a highly populated area.

While I was walking through the once powerful city, some idiot people decided "Hey! It'll be an awesome idea to shoot at him with ordinary guns with the military can't defeat them!" A small group of people apparently followed his suggestion, and I looked down at them in pity.

"This is the reason I'm attacking you..." I growled, before stomping on them, adding some more to the death list. The other ones screamed in panic and ran away with a shocked impression, as if they actually expected that to work. I would have rolled my eyes, if I still had some, and I moved my arm in a swift blow, knocking a building over, and crushing some more citizens.

I continued on my journey, crushing everything in my path, until I saw someone important... Close to me... Then it hit me. Heather. She caused this to happen to me. I ran towards her, and she turned her head slightly towards me, then screamed for her life. She ran to no avail, and I picked her up. "Well, Heather." I roared. "See what you did to me?" She nodded her head slightly. "Well, it's the last thing you'll ever freaking see." I was about to clench my first, crushing her to death, when I looked down. There was water gathering at my feet, and I saw my reflection. ... I was made of metal now, I horrid, horrid beast. I then looked around at all the carnage spread by me... All of the deaths, being my fault... Heather noticed my realization, and whispered two words: "I'm sorry..." I shook my head, and put her down. I had to end this madness... I started running along, careful to not cause anymore damage, until I came to a cliff. I gulped, or I would have if I still had lungs. I looked up, at the sky, at the birds flying over my head. The world's a much better place without me... I thought to myself. I took a deep breath, and jumped off. Before I hit the floor, I thought one last thought: You did good...

I was still alive. How could this be? I survived the cliff, even if I was in terrible pain. I groaned, and started getting back up, then stumbled.

I can't believe it... I thought. ''I managed to survive... Why? Why did I have to live?'' I sighed, greatly saddened by this, and pondering what to do now when I got an idea.

"Wait a second..." I mumbled to myself. "Wasn't there a self destruct button for me in the laboratory?" I remembered that poor, innocent intern who's life I disposed of. It was a shame, and while I was slightly saddened at remembering this, the joy was much greater, for I had a way to save everyone else. I immediately began to climb up the cliff, but found that the fall had taken a-lot out of me, so I stayed there and rested for quite a while.

When I was fully recovered, which was about a week later, I set off on my journey again, and started climbing up the cliff. People on the side that could see me were screaming out of fear, and I would have tried to calm them down, but they'd panic none the less. I finally reached the top, met by more missiles and bullets, but instead of killing the people who fired at me, I simply ran to the laboratory, letting them attack me. They were in confusion about this, but continued attacking me, in order to not let their guard down.

I arrived at the laboratory, dented in many places because of my attacks, but I could still move, so I limped along to the remote. I finally reached it, after many more bullets, and grasped it in my hand for a while.

You know... I started to think. ''It's weird, parents tell you to grow up, get a job, and have a family. But the real world is so much more then that. Has so much more devastation, so much more pain...'' I put my finger over the button. And so much better. I pressed the remote control.

Bang.

Neko's Story
Do I really have to write this?

No. But whatever.

Apparently, I have to write my views on all of the other people who competed on Total Drama, due to Chris telling me to, and my contract.

If I ever win Total Drama, the first thing I'm doing is buying myself out of that contract.

Anyway.

So what do I think about the others? Let's see. Well, I'll start with people I actually like.

Owen? He may be a ticking time bomb of noxious fumes, but he's honestly my best friend on this show. World Tour would've sucked even more without him there, and I'm glad I'm his friend. Even if he can clear an entire house- no, mansion in five seconds flat.

Izzy, now she's another story. One, those fansites need to quit pairing us together. Two, she's absolutely, postively insane. She caused a huge explosion on Boney Island just by using a ball of sap and twigs, and was one of the RCMP's Most Wanted. Because of this, I'm glad she's on my side. Even if she's constantly trying to cause situations between Cody and I, I can tell she's got her heart in the right place. I just hope being her friend doesn't mean I get maimed.

Speaking of Cody, let's talk about him. No, I am NOT in love with him. Just because I kissed him in my sleep doesn't mean I'm gay. Continuing on, Cody's a pretty good friend. We used to play video games all the time back at Playa de Losers, and I always beat him, for the record. When he's not being stalked by Sierra or fawning over Gwen, he can hold a pretty decent conversation.

And to finish it off, I'll discuss Eva. The only other sane one in "Team E-Scope", she's a great person when she doesn't want to kill you. Her anger mangement has improved, and I think she'd do well if she compete again. Plus, Total Drama wouldn't be a complete waste of my life with her around.

No, that does not mean I'm in love with her, Cody, or Izzy. Geez.

So that's pretty much the only people I am friends with on Total Drama. I mean, there are others who I'm neither friends nor enemies with, such as DJ, Leshawna, Tyler, and Bridgette. But the others... Yeah, don't get me started. Oh, wait, I have to write about them. Joy.

Well, one of the people who's pretty high on this "hate list" is Justin. God, I can't stand him. He's the definition of Narcissist, always looking in a mirror and thinking he's the hottest thing to walk the planet. It was hilarious to see him fail to be a good antagonist in Action.

Another person I greatly dislike would have to be Alejandro; he's like another Justin, only more evil. He's so full of himself, and he's truly an eel. Yes, I'm still bitter about being eliminated. Wouldn't you be?

Oh, yeah, now that I mentioned people who got me eliminated, there's Duncan. He truly thinks he's the most bad-a-- Oh, yes, PG show. Don't want Chris angry, now would I? Right. Anyway, he thinks he's so cool, being a menace to society. But everyone knows he got DJ a new bunny. Not so bad now, aren't you? I don't understand what Courtney and Gwen are so excited about.

Courtney, ugh. "I was a C.I.T.!" "I was almost class president!" (I was, in case you were wondering.) No one cares, honey. And the only other person who likes you is Bridgette, and she doesn't even like you that much. Heck, Heather has more friends.

Heather. There's only one word to describe her, and I'm not allowed to write it. I do respect her slightly more, though, after what she did to Alejandro in Hawaii. Doesn't change what she did to so many people just to get her way.

Now, onto Heather's rival, Gwen. I almost feel sympathy for her; karma's really come back to bite her in the butt. But she's willing to lose a slight friend for Duncan? I'd take crazy Trent over him.

Which reminds me, what happened to Trent? He was actually a good person back at Wawakanakwa, but there must have been something in the air at the Movie Lot that affected his brain cells. He offered to brand himself with the first letter of his girlfriend's name. If that's not crazy, I don't know what is. And using Lindsay to make Gwen jealous? Predictable.

Lindsay; I actually think she's a good person, not to mention, she's gorgeous. But I think that when the Intelligence Fairy was deciding which babies would be smart, she was in the bathroom. A shovel has a higher IQ than her. It makes me feel bad for her, because I know she really does care about everyone. If she could remember everyone's names. (According to her, my name is Noel.)

Much like her BFF, Beth does care about mostly everyone. Unlike her BFF, her looks are a far cry from gorgeous. At Playa de Losers, every time I spoke to her, I got drenched in spittle. Ew. Plus, she had a huge crush on Justin. Clearly, she doesn't have great taste. She's kind, but irritating.

Speaking of irritating. Ladies and gentlemen, the King of Irritating himself, Harold. "Did you know hippos actually have pink sweat?" "Did you know the liger is an actual animal?" "Did you know Sailor Moon was edited a lot before it could come to America?" Yes, I did know. No, I didn't care. If I had to choose between spending an hour with Harold or getting my molars pulled again, I'd choose the molars. Oh, yeah, I forgot abou--

Oh, you want me to keep writing, Chris? Even though you said we had to write for a half hour and it's been an hour? Well, let's not focus on "The Host With The Most", shall we? He was the worst boss I ever had. I got barely any pay for all the work I did, and not to mention he tortures teenagers daily on his show. He's a bald, two-timing, ego-obsessed, sadistic--

Oh, you say I can stop now? Whatever, I'm glad that's over. Never again, you hear, Chris?

Toad's Story
<p style="text-align:center">A Day in the Life of Noah

<p style="text-align:center">By: Toadgamer80

<p style="text-align:center">'''Characters: Noah, Ezekiel, Katie and Sadie. '''

Meh. Hello, I guess. My name's Noah. I'd prefer to not say my last name, due to privacy issues. After all, I've been a bit scared of stalkers ever since London, when that insane Ezekiel, or, whatever he was, caught me. Anyways, my parents decided to invite him over today, since he's now fully recovered. From what, you may ask? Well, over the course of Total Drama World Tour, which I did not win, Zeke managed to get first voted off again, turned into some sort of beast, lost his hair and ability to speak, and then almost died. Luckily, he's back to normal. How, you may ask? Well, Chris was a bit worried about him, so he sent Zeke to a mental facility, and after being in the sun for a while, his skin turned the normal peach color. His lava burns healed eventually, and after being around humans, he remembered how to speak. Unfortunately, he's still bald, but he wears his toque at all times, so you can barely even notice.

"NOAH!" shouts my mom. "He's here!"

I groan. Why do I, out of every contestant, have to see Zeke? Why can't it be, like, Owen or something? I mope down the stairs, and see Ezekiel. Hmm, no rapper bling or sunglasses.

"Hey, bud." says Ezekiel. No gangsta-speak or "yo, yo, yo"s? "Glad to see ya again, eh." he continues. Eh. I'm glad he's saying that again. I walk upstairs, and show him my room.

"Wow, eh." he says. "This is way better than my room at home."

I was tempted to ask, "What's your room at home?"

He responds, "Well, I sleep in the pole barn with th' cows, eh. Sometimes, th' couch." I seemed to be feeling sorry for him. I know that sounds a bit crazy, but he was turned into a zombie, then rejected by a surfer chick, then he almost died. So, I decided to do something nice for him.

"Hang on a sec," I told him, then walked downstairs and picked up my cell phone.

"Hello? Bridgette?" I asked.

Her voice began to pop up. "Yeah?" she said. "I need you to do something nice for Zeke. He's really--"

But, before I could finish, she hung up. Oh, well. I forgot about Geoff. I then decided to call someone else.

"Hey, Lindsay." I said onto the phone. Lindsay called me Tyler, so I hung up.

I needed to find the perfect girl for Ezekiel. Girl after girl, I had no luck. Finally, after a series of utter failures, I reached my last girl, or should I say, girls. Katie and Sadie. I called them, and tried to get it over with quickly. I then learned that they weren't doing anything much that night, and were lonely. So, I suggested a double date. Me with Katie, Zeke with the other schmuck. We decided to go to Micky D's, since that was Sadie's favorite place to go.

At McDonalds, we reserved a table, and ordered from our waiter. Waiter? This sure was a fancy fast-food restaurant that we went to. I am pretty sure it served venison. Anyways, I ordered lobster with broccoli, Katie ordered the venison, Sadie got a cheeseburger, and Zeke ordered Chicken McNuggets. Wow, out of everything you can get at a seemingly fancy restaurant, he picks the cheapest thing on the menu. Way to go, home-school. Not a good move in front of girls.

So, we chatted for a few minutes. Katie seemed to be talking about Nebraska Shore a lot, and Sadie was going on about some cute boys at her school. It seemed like she had no interest in Zeke. Eventually, she left, and stuffed her McNuggets down Ezekiel's shirt. He sadly moped away, out of the restaurant. But, the good news was, Katie was still there. We talked about school work. Seems like she gets straight A's, just like me. She was also making goo-goo eyes at me, which I was quite fond of. Who cares about Zeke? I think I just found my dream girl.

<p style="text-align:center">Th' End

Aimers' Story
"And Then There Were Two" by Aimers

NOTE: This story contains mature ideas....While it is not excessively gory, it does have some violence in it...

Setting: Old mansion on a deserted island

It was a dark and cold night. The wind was rustling, the crows were cawing, there was a storm approaching the area. There was a flash of lighting, and suddenly, a shadowy figure appeared at the doorstep of his mansion. His eyes darted back in forth as if worried about some dangerous force. It had been many years since his last "test" and he was ready to see if he could succeed again.

"GOSH! That was my rare stamp collection!" shouted a voice in the distance. The shadowy man shied away into his home, only leaving a small envelope on the doorstep. He was ready to exact his plan.

"Hey nerd. Why don't you get a life! Then we would stop picking on you! I can't believe I spent 5 hours on a plane with you!" shouted another voice. Soon both came into view. It was clear that neither liked each other. One was very skinny, and wore glasses, while the other was better built, and had piercings all over his face. "I don't even understand why I came to this island with you Harold!"

"Because we both got a letter telling us to! And they promised that we would get rare trading cards if we came! Seriously Duncan, stop being a loser!" shouted Harold.

"Yes because I'm totally the loser." Duncan said sarcastically. He dramatically rolled his eyes until he noticed the small letter on the ground. Something compelled him to look up. The mansion he saw had an eerie feel when lightning struck across the sky. Harold decided to look up too and screamed immediately. He jumped in Duncan's arms, unable to look up at the hung man, covered in blood from stab wounds. His neck was bent at an odd angle from being attached to a noose forever, but the blood was a glistening red. "Fresh" mumbled Duncan.

"Wait! It’s not a real body! Its proportions are wrong!!!" shouted Harold after coming back to his senses. "And look! A letter in the body..."

Duncan pulled the letter out of the body. "Wow nerd. Your brains actually were useful for once. Well I'll read the letter now...since I'm better than you...'Welcome Harold and Duncan. This is my private island. Nice isn't it? In front of you is my mansion. Inside is a challenge that will test everything you two have. Failure will result in punishment, while success will reward you with something you need. So enter the mansion now and take on the challeng-"

"I am never going in there!" shouted Harold. He started to run away, but tripped over rocks that were sprawled all over the path. When he stood up, he noticed how the rocks were formed in patterns that looked very familiar. Suddenly, he yelped and ran back to Duncan, cowering in fear. Duncan hated when Harold did this, but realized why he was so fearful.

The rocks were arranged in a pattern of "P.S. your pilot to this island is dead."

"What the Hel-"

"Duncan, we have no time to curse! Go in that mansion!" Harold ran inside like a wild chicken. His arms flapped around like they were tentacles. He never would have stopped moving...if he had not run into a wall.

Duncan rolled his eyes for the one-hundredth time. Ever since his parole officer had forced him to work at nerd conventions, Harold had constantly talked to him about action figures and cards. He wished he had never gone to that convention. It was so obvious that a super-nerd like Harold would be there. Considering their past conflicts in Total Drama, seeing each other again would be a fiasco.

"Ugh. Nerd stop failing and just follow me!" Duncan said exasperatedly. He dragged Harold by the ear into the mansion, thinking of new ways to bully Harold once this was over. Finally, the two reached a sign with words carved on it as if someone was using their fingernails. "Oh great! Looks like our friendly 'host' forgot to mention that we would die if we lose!" he said after letting go of Harold's ear. The sign only had three words on it.

"Climb or Die"

Harold was chilled to the bone, a damp wet mark was appearing in his pants and he started screaming madly. "I'm not staying here!" he screamed while running to the door out of the mansion.

"Wait Har-"

CRACK

Two axes sliced through the air at top speeds, heading straight at Harold. Harold started to run but tripped over his shoelaces. He screamed in fear as the axes came at him inches from impaling him...

Duncan couldn't watch. No matter how much he hated that nerd, he didn't want to see him after being hit by the axes. He heard the slicing noise but no scream. Something had gone wrong with the trap laid against them. He turned around to see Harold nowhere in sight. But where he stood, there was a piece of paper with writing scrawled in blood.

"If you want to save him, go into the next room."

"Ugh, Why do I have to save that nerd?" Duncan said in frustration. "I only want to bully that annoying kid. Why do I always have to save him?"

Duncan entered the next door, muttering about how he would make Harold's life miserable. He was already thinking of his next idea to hurt Harold. Ideas of stealing all his underwear again popped up. Maybe even taking all of his rare stamps. "Whatever" he thought. "I'll just torture him after this is over..."

In the room was a bottle on a pedestal filled with a green liquid. Around the pedestal were various sized white tiles.

"Oh great, a puzzle" Duncan mumbled. "Now I wish I had a nerd I could bully into doing this for me."

"Well Duncan, maybe if you stopped bullying me all the time, I could help you out!" shouted a voice.

Duncan looked up and almost collapsed at the sight. Harold was suspended in the air by a rope attached to his hands, twenty feet in the air.

"How did you get up there, you dork?!" Duncan asked in pure shock.

"How am I supposed to know?!!" Harold shouted. "Now get me down now!"

Duncan looked around for a way to release Harold, but all he could see was the pedestal and the bottle.

"Ugh. I guess it's worth a shot" Duncan said. He took a step towards the bottle, only to be electrocuted by the floor below. He yelped in pain, jumping away from the tiles. "What is this?!"

"Oh! It's a type 2 level 57 electric floor system!" Harold exclaimed. "All you have to do is step on the correct panels to avoid danger.

"And how am I supposed to do that?!" Duncan exclaimed.

"Well I could help you...but you bully me too much..."

"You’re joking right?"

"Why should I help a criminal who has done nothing but brought me grief? You’re lucky I saved your butt back at home when I covered for your crime. Gosh Duncan I'm done helping you!"

"Well then how will you get down?!"

"I have skills!"

"I wouldn't do that if I were you" said a voice from a speaker on a wall. "That rope is attached to a bomb that will kill everyone if you try to escape on your own. I suggest you do this right." The voice faded away, leaving the two teens in utter silence.

"You hear that Harold? Now help me now or we both die!" shouted Duncan.

"But, but, but, when we get out of this mess, you will just bully me again! Magic Steve told me to never trust your enemy! Promise you will never bully me again!" Harold said.

"That will never happen! I will just find a way out on my own. Enjoy your death Harold." Duncan left the room, slamming the door shut.

Harold, hung from the rope alone. The room suddenly became very quiet except for a faint ticking noise above him. Harold turned his head up towards the noise, spotting a red figure. It kept changing with every second, flashing from one design to the next. Suddenly, Harold realized the truth. The figures were numbers and the thing was a bomb counting down. This bomb, only meant to explode if he tried to escape, was now counting down on its own. His body shook with fear at the thought, and he started screaming for Duncan. He needed him to get here to save them both.

Minutes before this, Duncan had left the room, trying to find a way out of the mansion. The front door was locked so he was searching for another exit. All the windows seemed to be locked and there were no other doors. However, something was bothering Duncan. Everything smelled of oil. It was if someone dropped a massive bucket of oil over the house. He could even see the faint glisten of it on the floor. At this point, he started to hear Harold screaming.

"Big deal, he's screaming. Oh well! I don't care! He's just a nerd who deserves everything he will get!" Duncan said to himself.

The screaming continued. It constantly pierced Duncan's ears, annoying him to no end. Finally, he could take it no longer. He went back to the door and opened it angrily.

"Harold, SHUT UP! You deserve this because you didn't want to help!" Duncan shouted.

"No Duncan! Please! You have to hurry. I will help ju-"

"And why should I help you?"

"Because there is a bomb in the room that was activated when you left!"

"Oh please! Enough with your lies Harold. Just apologize already."

"Duncan, Please. We don't have much time. Just trust me. Just this once."

Duncan was torn. He hated this nerd with all of his heart. Yet something in his tone of voice sounded scared. A true terror.

"Fine. I will help you Harold. Just this once. What do I need to do?"

"Well normally there is a pattern to follow."

"And what would that be?"

"Well, to be honest. I have no ide-"

"ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!!?" Duncan screamed.

"I'M SORRY!" Harold said in his tears. "I JUST DON'T KNOW!"

The timer continued to tick down. It had three minutes left on the timer. Not enough time to do really anything. Duncan realized that they only had one chance to escape this trap. Suddenly his body calmed down and he looked back up to Harold.

"Okay Harold, we only have one shot at this. Now think carefully. Do you see any patterns up there?"

Harold looked around. His tear-filled eyes scanned the tile floor for any pattern.

"It's just a jumble of meaningless squares. There is no wa-" Harold suddenly cut himself off. "That’s it! Squares! The tiles that are squares make a path to the bottle! Quickly Duncan, hurry over there!"

Duncan hesitantly approached the first square. He did not want to get electrocuted. But living was always better than death, even if it involved trusting his biggest enemy. He took the step carefully, clearly unsure about the dangers of the tile.

Nothing happened.

Slowly, he put the rest of his weight on the tile and sighed in relief when he wasn't fried. He followed the squares carefully, making sure he did not make a false turn. Finally, he reached the pedestal with the bottle, and picked the small token up. It was shaped like a canteen of water, but it contained a green acid-like liquid in it. On it, the words etched into the bottle said "drink the contents to release him."

"Well, what are you waiting for? We only have 2 minutes left!" exclaimed Harold.

"What if this stuff kills me though?" I am not sacrificing myself for a nerd!" Duncan replied.

"DUNCAN PLEASE! I WON'T LET THAT HAPPEN TO YOU" Harold screamed. Tears began to well up in his eyes again. "Don't do this to us! Revenge isn't the key! Please Duncan. Drink the contents! Do something for me...just this once..."

Ninety-nine percent of Duncan told himself to throw the bottle away and never help Harold. Yet something inside of him, maybe just a small glimmer of kindness, told him to drink the contents. Despite his mind telling himself to not do anything, his body acted on its own, unscrewing the cap of the bottle...

59...58...57...

He raised the bottle to his lips, choking on the foul liquid inside. It tasted like rotten battery acid but he kept drinking it anyway.

55...54...53...

He was halfway done when he started gagging. He couldn't take anymore but he kept drinking. "Just this once" he thought in his head.

49...48...47...

He was starting to get dizzy. Stars spun around in his head. There was only two sips left in the bottle.

40...39...38...

And then he finished it. Duncan couldn't see anything properly. Everything was moving around in his head as if someone was shaking the ground. But in the corner of his eye, he did see Harold being lowered down from that twenty foot height.

30...29...28...

Harold untied himself and ran over to Duncan, who was now on the ground, unconscious.

"DUNCAN! WAKE UP" Harold screamed. "WE HAVE TO GET OUT OF HERE NOW!"

20...19...18...

Harold started to drag Duncan. Luckily the floor wasn't charged anymore, allowing them to cross to the door.

14...13...12...

Harold was dragging Duncan with all of his strength. They were steps away from the door of the mansion.

10...9...8...

They reached the door.

"Please don't be locked anymore. Please don't be locked. Please, please, please don't be locked!" Harold pleaded to himself. He reached for the handle and turned it. The door opened and they were outside.

5...4...3...

Harold kept dragging Duncan, never giving up. "Just this once" he thought to himself in those last three seconds.

1...

The house exploded with a bang. The oil inside lit the entire building on fire, sending a heat wave at the two teens. A shock wave smashed against them, sending the two flying away from the house. However, Harold and Duncan had escaped just in time and were only bleeding from hitting the ground so hard. They were lucky, and working together had saved their lives.

In Harold's last memory of this dreadful event, he remembered seeing a plane flying towards the island. It was a search and rescue plane. They were safe at last from this dreadful time. Harold started to lose consciousness as the plane came closer. He blacked out, thinking about how he would never insult Duncan again and hopefully, he would never get bullied either.

From a distance, the mysterious figure stood, cursing to himself that his game had not worked. Next time he would have his revenge. "Even if I could not get you two, there are more teens that I will get my revenge on. Ever since the 'incident' I have begun my plan to seek every single one of you and exact revenge for what you did to me."

The figure took off his cloak, revealing a mangled and distorted body. He was no longer the handsome person he used to be. The only thing that stayed with him ever since being trampled was his Hispanic features. Here was Alejandro, determined to get revenge...

THE END...

CD-TDA's Story
When the EMTs arrived on the scene, he was already dead. Chris McLean was dead. What was once a party filled with drinks, food and music turned out to be the scene of a murder. Chris McLean had invited all the Total Drama contestants and staff for a reunion party five years after the premiere of Total Drama Island.

"Wait here, campers --" ''"Ex-campers," Heather interrupted. Chris rolled his eyes at the interruption, "Right. Well, I have an announcement I'd like to make, but I can't do it without my special little surprise. I'll be right back." Chris stiffed a chuckle and then left the room. "I bet it's cake! Or cheese! Or cheesecake! That'd be awesome!" Owen happily chirped. "Knowing Chris, it probably won't be food. He'll probably mention our contracts, and some new season, and yadda-yadda-yadda," Cody pouted. "It'll be alright, Codykins! As long as we're together," Sierra laughed, hugging Cody tightly. All of a sudden, a scream, pertaining to Chris was heard, along with the screech of tires and a motor roaring. "What was that?" Owen asked, alarmed. "Probably some nutjob," Izzy laughed, earning glares from several of the ex-contestants. A few seconds later, Chef Hatchet ran into the room, panting and clearly out of air. "He... he's dead!" Chef Hatchet yelled, falling down on his knees. "Chris!! He got ran over by a car in the parking lot!" Chef Hatchet declared, causing DJ to faint. "Well, that's just great. Now we're not getting our surprise!" Justin protested. "Who did it, Chef?!" Owen cowered. "Me? I dunno. I'm just gonna get the heck out of here," Chef declared before running out of Chris' mansion. "I'm guessing we should probably get out of here, too. Just in case something else happens, y'know?" Geoff suggested. "Sounds good. Now let's get out," Bridgette panicked, walking towards the door. When she tried to open the mansion's vast door, it would not budge. "Uh, guys. I think we're locked in here," Bridgette stated. "What?!" Heather exclaimed, outraged. "It was Chef, guys!" Trent proclaimed. "He wasn't here when Chris was killed, and all of a sudden, when he leaves, the door locks itself? Sounds pretty suspicious to me." "It doesn't even matter if it was Chef or not! Now we're all going to die. We're going to either get murdered, or we'll eventually die of starvation and dehydration," Courtney said. "Way to keep everyone's hopes up," Duncan remarked, getting up from the sofa in which he was laying down at. "Well, I'm trying to be realistic. Plus, it's not like you'd feel remorse. I bet you've gone to juvie for about five times because of murders," Courtney shot back. "Guys, guys! It's not time to argue. We need to find a way to get out of here," Gwen intervened. "For once I agree with Gwen," Heather concorded. "Well, I suppose that we can use Owen as a sort of cannonball and have him bust the door open," Harold spoke up. "Sounds like a plan to me," Geoff concurred. "Alright, Owen. We just need you to charge towards that door and dive through it. Alright?" Harold asked Owen, who nodded his head. "Alright, let's do this!" Owen cheered half halfheartedly. As soon as Owen took a step back, the lights in Chris' mansion went off. "Great, did the power go out, too?" Heather sneered. Two more screams were heard, along with a crash. After the lights came back on, it was revealed that Owen had been sent crashing through a buffet table and that Cody and Sierra were nowhere to be seen. "Now purple-hair and Cody are gone too, and Owen's dead, I guess. What are we gonna do now?" Noah desperately sighed, with a hint of fear in his usually snide and sarcastic voice. "We could have Leshawna try to bust the door open," Heather snickered. "Yeah, or maybe I'll break the door with your body. How about that?" Leshawna retorted. "Or maybe --" All of a sudden, the lights were switched off again. This time, another scream and a metallic noise was heard. When the lights were switched back on, the Drama Machine was laying on the floor, and Heather was also gone. "Well, I guess this killer-dude didn't like the third season," Geoff scowled. Courtney narrowed her eyes at Duncan, "Then he would've already murdered Duncan. If it wasn't for his return, the third season wouldn't have sucked." "I remind you that you and Gwen were the ones who brought me back," Duncan scoffed. "Guys, cut it out, or you're gonna be killed!" Bridgette yelled. "Harold, do you have any more ideas?" Trent asked. "Well, if DJ wakes up, I think that he's strong enough to open the door. If not, I think we could try to use some sort of furniture or something to break the door open," Harold responded. "Or we could just climb out a window. If Chris had actually put one in his whole mansion instead of being afraid that it would ruin his tan, that is," Trent rolled his eyes. The lights switched off again, and this time a maniacal cackle was heard. When the lights switched back on, it appeared no one had been killed... until Geoff fell face-first on the floor with a bullet on his back. "Geoff!" Bridgette cried, her eyes beginning to swell up with tears. The lights then began flickering on and off. Each time, someone else was a victim. Blaineley, Justin, Harold, an already knocked-out DJ, Trent, Gwen and Izzy had all been assassinated. "Help, eh! Help me!" Ezekiel shrieked. He was being pulled into a closet, where more screams were heard. Ezekiel's cries for help were no good, as another gunshot echoed over the mansion. After a while, the killer walked out of the closet. He wore a long black robe and had a gun in his hand. He was none other than Alejandro. Duncan quietly laughed, "Dude, you just came out of the closet." Alejandro rolled his eyes, "Very mature, Duncan. Maybe you'll be the one to make a joke after this." Alejandro then pulled the trigger, sending Duncan into a silent "sleep." "Now, I wasn't planning on letting the rest of you live. Eva, Katie, Sadie, Lindsay, Bridgette, Leshawna, Courtney, Tyler and Noah. Ya podéis despediros de vuestras vidas (You can all say goodbye to your lives now.)" Alejandro grimaced. The lights once again switched off, and several gunshots were heard. Once Alejandro switched the lights back on, only Noah was left. "Ah, Noah. I was hoping that you'd be smart enough to figure this mystery out. I guess you weren't. I'll put it in child-like terms for you. Obviously, I was already cured before coming to this party. I didn't need that metallic monster of a machine anymore. I think you can figure the rest out. I also think that if you hadn't revealed my true identity in Total Drama World Tour, I would've won. In life, we win some, and we lose some, but what you're going to lose is your life," Alejandro grinned, pointing his gun at Noah's head. Suddenly, two policement ran into Chris' mansion and handcuffed Alejandro's hands together. "RCMP!" one of them proclaimed, shoving Alejandro towards the door. "You're insane, you know?" a blond male told Alejandro. "No --" "You don't have the right to speak," the other male muttered. ''

And that was how the Total Drama reunion party ended up turning into a real life horror movie.

Jessica's Story
A 25-year-old woman in a blue sweatshirt is sitting beside the ocean, a tan acoustic guitar sitting next to her.

A wave crashes against the large and formidable rocks in front of the dock, directly in front of her.

The woman doesn't flinch, though.

She does get wet from the wave, but it doesn't seem to faze her.

"Geoff," she whispers softly, obviously upset by something.

A man, about the same age, approaches from behind her, slowly.

"Bridgette," he says, "he's gone. You must accept that."

The woman, Bridgette, turns to see a man in a camouflage shirt behind her.

"Trent," she says, "he can't really be gone, can he?"

The man, Trent, looks down. "Yes, he can. It is possible. You have to learn to accept his fate."

She buries her face into her legs as she cries.

A wave hits the rocks in front of her and crashes on top of her head, soaking her from head to toe.

Trent sighs and sits next to her.

"I had to accept that same fact when Gwen died, remember?" Trent reminds Bridgette.

She looks up, tears streaking down her peach skin. "I remember, she was a close friend."

Trent manages to put a smile on his face and says, "Well, you should accept Geoff's fate."

Trent frowns.

Bridgette looks at Trent, now teary-eyed. "Trent, please stop forcing yourself to remember."

Trent wipes his eyes with the edge of his sleeve.

Trent then looks up at Bridgette and grabs the acoustic guitar lying next to Bridgette.

"I miss the way, Gwen said hello," Trent sings, remembering the song Owen sang after he and Izzy broke up, “oh, oh.”

"By hugging me, real tight," Bridgette sings.

The two continue to sing, until tears cover their peach-skinned faces.

“I can’t, I don’t-no more,” Trent stutters.

Trent looks Bridgette directly in the eyes and she does the same.

His green, teary eyes look directly into her beautiful light blue eyes.

The two move closer to each other and hug.

Then, Bridgette releases his warm body and kisses him on the lips.

He looks surprised, but then closes his eyes.

After the kiss ends, Bridgette looks at Trent in the eyes and says, "I will never get over Geoff, and you will never forget Gwen, but I think I can go from party to guitar, if you can go from Goth to surf."

Trent looks down and slightly smiles.

He looks back up and continues to smile larger.

Trent nods and the two hug, tears running down their faces.

“I love you,” Bridgette whispers into Trent’s ear.

“I also do,” Trent agrees.

The two smile as two lime green fish flip out of the bright blue water and into the air.

<p style="text-align:center">A tribute to Trent and Bridgette.

Plat's Story
RE: ...


 * Characters
 * Courtney- The "Protagonist"
 * Chris- The Sadistic Host
 * Duncan- The Juvenile Delinquent
 * Owen- The Lovable Goofball
 * Beth- The Underachiever
 * Justin- The Model
 * LeShawna- Ms. Loud and Proud
 * Heather- The Queen Bee
 * Lindsay- The Special One
 * Harold- Lv. 45 in Squirrel Scouts
 * Setting
 * After The Aftermath: II and before Ocean's Eight-or-Nine
 * First person view from Courtney
 * Third person view on remaining Total Drama Action contestants
 * The writing is her thoughts as she types her letter to debut. Quotes are not necessary.

Debuting. That was my only option.

Dear Chris...

I wonder what I shall start out with. Maybe, I could demoralize my competition to validate my presence. The options...

I would like to explain my investi-

Wait. I shouldn't do that.

(Courtney hits the backspace button on her keyboard.)

I should apply to his sadistic side...

Dear Chris, the best and just host,...

No.

(Courtney hits her backspace button in frustration again as well.)

That would make it seem to obvious. I need to justify and make a rational proportion to both his egotistical personality as well as my dignity.

Dear Chris, I would like to come to a mutual agreement that would both please  both of our snide personalities.

That's a start. Now, how would I make this sound forceful as well as convincing?

''I would like to make a request. You see, in the Total Drama-''

No, I shouldn't start out with the contract. That would significantly show that I am an objective person.

I would like to make a request-

Wait. I should include humor into my entry. That would both grasp the attention of the reader and increase my subjectibility!

''I would like to make a request. Don't worry, I won't stay outside of your '' trailer and beg for anything like a crazy person.

Relate to him. That increases likeability. I need to continue this observation until I feel like it's too "stuck-up". After all, I am never the type to be stuck-up.

''Anyways, I have a serious proposition to make. You see, my two lawyers and'' I-

Show you have power. Three people have more enforcement over one.

''-have looked over the Total Drama contract. You see, at the end of Total Drama '' Island last season, I complained to you about unrightful termination of the  competition.

How would I make this pleasant and forceful into one statement?

You stated in your email that in section 34 in the Total Drama contract that  the person with the most votes gets eliminated from the competition.

Start off with facts. Then, move on to opinions.

However, in section 22.5 which precedes this statement, it states that the  person with the most amount of people who voted for them gets eliminated.

Loopholes. You can not reach a concurrence without loopholes.

Therefore, since Harold was the only one who voted-

No. Too sudden. I have to use dramatic irony to build up my conclusion.

(Courtney sighs and starts the paragraph over.)

As you are well aware...

Again, too sudden. I need to be more forceful in my arguments.

''Harold was the only one who voted for me during that night. Due to the '' contract precedence binding, section 22.5 overrides section 34.

Again, there are statistics involved. Loopholes play a huge role in this drama.

Therefore, the rigging of votes clearly goes against the show's contract.

Again, showing power. Persistence and power definitely can intimidate an opponent into guilt and fear. Now, time to proofread. I can't misspell a word in my well-crafted letter.

(Courtney prints out her rough draft and takes a break for a shower.)

Scene shifts to the competitors currently remaining in Total Drama Action

"Ah, what a marvelous day to pick on a nerd," exclaims Duncan.

"That's not very nice," says Harold. "You only pick on me because of your unrequited hatred for the contract and its creator."

"I have no idea what you just said," starts Duncan. "There's a piece missing in me, got it punk?"

"Stop messing with my Harold!" yells LeShawna. "We need to work as one unit, a team!"

"Why do you need to include Duncan in "team"?" whispers Harold.

"He's strong," says LeShawna. "Plus, the numbers are equal so we can't afford losing."

"Anyways, I think that the Screaming Gaffers are fine with our four. The opponent doesn't even have a single intelligent member!" yells Heather.

"You know, for once I agree with her," says Duncan. "I mean, just look at them."

(Justin, Lindsay, Beth, and Owen are seen fighting over a sandwich that was the only surviving one after DJ left the competition. The sandwich breaks, and all four start to bawl.)

"Wow..." says Chris from the background.

Scene shifts back to Courtney

So, let me continue with my second contention.

Organization. It's the second key principle of formulating an argument. Appealing and organization helped me run for student council president in my local high school. The numbering of contentions increases your chance of obtaining your goal.

Everyone left in the competition is either as dumb as a doorknob or are just  ''plain crazy. Let me list the "contestants" one by one and point out their '' obvious flaws.

This part of the letter is for me, the easiest part. The remaining competitors have so many flaws that no one will pay attention in the challenges. Yes, I know drama is supposed to be the "main point" but I can't emphasize enough in the stupidity.

Duncan will be the fir-

Bad idea. I need to save the goofiest ones for last. I mean, I made a whole 95 page report on Duncan's deformities.

''Owen will be the first one I will talk about. You see, he has recently '' suffered an injured jaw.

How do I know this? Let's just say I have good lawyers...

''Aren't you afraid he will sue he show? That type of injury can cause millions'' of dollars worth of lawsuits!

There we go. Threats, threats and more threats are essential for an intelligent report.

(Courtney is not aware of Chris' deal to Owen that he could eat with the Gaffers if he doesn't sue the show.)

I mean, according to Canadian law, that type of lawsuit can be worth at least  two million dollars, more than what you pay the winner of Total Drama Action.

Now that I think about it, why is the prize money worth a million? I mean, statistically it doesn't make any sense, since there are only 14 compe- I mean, soon to be 15 competitors this season while 22 competitors competed for 1/10 the prize money. Maybe Chris is getting nicer.

Therefore, this type of lawsuit, as well as his obesity, can ruin the show for  you and your producers.

Great...only 7 more "losers" to go. This might take a long time.

(One by one, Courtney continues to write about each person.)

Beth is an underachiever who produces boring television.

I can't expand much on Beth. She is too boring of a person to obtain relevant information on her. I'll expand on her later when I proofread again.

''Lindsay is just plain stupid! I don't even kno-''

Wait, did I just use an exclamation point? That is not professional material. Oh, Courtney, you are ruining yourself again.

''Lindsiot is incapable of even having a brain. I don't even know how the process'' ''inside her head can even comprehend how to complete a challenge. ''

Three down, only five more to go. The Grips are easy to write about, since they-

Scene shifts back to the remaining contestants in Total Drama Action.

"- don't have an intelligent member?" asks Harold. "I mean, one of the four must have an IQ higher than 60.

"Not everyone can be as smart as you," comforts LeShawna.

(The Grips are discussing at the other trailer.)

"I wish that I had Jesse's girl!" sings Justin. "I wish that I had Dun- what?"

(Luckily for Justin, none of the Grips were paying even the slightest attention to him.)

"Not DJ's last sandwich!" yells Owen. "That's the only reason I wanted to join this show!"

"You didn't even know DJ was making the sandwiches until he admitted it," says Beth.

"Ooh, a sand-witch?" ponders Lindsay. "Is that one of those evil witches who steal the little umbrella out of your cup at the beach?"

"So that's who's been stealing them!" gasps Owen. "I knew there was a logical explanation to this!"

"We need to find the evil sand witch then!" says Justin. "Quick, let's hurry to the beach set!"

"Weren't we here to talk about the Gaffers?" asks Beth.

"No time for that! We need to catch a bus to Camp Wawanakwa, pronto!" yells Justin.

Scene shifts back to Courtney

Ugh, that tape didn't help me. Do the Grips have anything to say about the Gaffers? I mean, at least the other one had the Gaffers talking about how stupid the Grips are. Oh well, I need to continue.

''Justin may seem like the type who would convince others with his looks.  However, deep inside, he is a stuck-up model who I could easily control.''

I promise you now that I will get rid of that stuck-up male model. His unobtrusive behavior will surely be my premise for joining the Gaffers. Not because Duncan is there...it's because of the difference of IQ level...even if Harold is the majority of it. Speaking of which, I need to devaluate the team of which I am going to compete on, only to increase personal welfare, however.

''Moving on to the Gaffers...Harold is a nerd: plain and simple. All he does is '' bore the audience with his smart-y comments of useless trivia which no sane  ''person would care about. ''

Hopefully, this letter will remain confidential and no one remaining in the competition will read it.

(Courtney scrolls to the beginning of her letter.)

This letter must remain confidential to Chris McClean, and if this is read by  anyone else, two million dollars will be at stake.

It's time for me to continue with LeShawna and Heather. They are solid competitors, but I can nitpick at their deformities.

(Courtney scrolls back to the bottom of her letter.)

''Heather is a bald freak. The lack of hair is exposing ultraviolet rays to her '' ''bare scalp. According to a national research poll, these ultraviolet rays can '' impend everlasting damage to her brain, which could make her unable to compete  and may have to be removed due to injury.

That might be stereotypical, but Heather became bald due to karma. Maybe she deserves bare exposure to her scalp.

''Next up is LeShawna. Her attitude and readiness to hurt a human being is too '' ''dangerous. Because of her reckless attitude, next thing you know, someone's '' ''teeth might be knocked right out of their mouth. It would cost the show a '' plethora of money, which could easily be prevented by one of my traditional  ''psychology lessons. ''

Finally, the person I've been waiting for. The one with the most deformities including that mohawk, juvenile attitude, and putrid breath. Now, time to express my true feelings in the form of scripture.

Oh...but Duncan's okay...

Wait, cut that. What was I even thinking when I wrote that? Showing weakness? A good counselor in training would never show weakness in any situation, no matter how diverse.

''Oh...but Duncan's okay...in fact, he's more than okay. He's ama-''

Courtney, what are you thinking? Fine, maybe I do have a sliver of a crush on Duncan. I have to find my inner strength to write a bad report on him. It's time for take three.

If I don't win, Duncan is the only remaining hotti-

I need outside help. I'm going to contact my lawyers to write this part of my essay. For some reason, my brain can not comprehend having the courage to type bad thoughts about Duncan. Oh well, time for the most important part of the email: my third contention. Again, with organization, the last contention must be the most applicable.

Dear Total Drama exectuives, my final contention is similar to the first,  because it negotiates my debut in the second season.

Hmm...since I obviously are debuting, I should get something out of it. I mean, I don't want to be on an equal playing ground as the others.

If you don't want to be sued for six mi-

Oh, shoot. I forgot to state in my first contention how much I am suing for. Let me add that in.

(Courtney scrolls back to her first contention and adds in that she is suing for 6 million dollars if she doesn't debut in Total Drama Action.)

Now, back to my third contention. What would I want out of these flimsy cheap producers? Well, I want to be treated like a normal human being instead of a slob, of course.

Because I was cheated out of Total Drama Island, it is only fitting that I obtain additional benefits if you do not wished to be sued for six million  dollars.

What would I want? There are only a limited amount of options Total Drama can afford for the luxurious host, but I can add in a few kicks.

''These are my conditions once my lawsuit gets won. I will get my own personal '' bathroom, 5-star gourmet food, and my own use of personalized digital assistant. (PDA)

Now, I need something I can use as a conclusion...hmm, maybe it's not best to end the third contention so abruptly.

''Trust me, these advantages will include necessary drama. If the others are on '' an unequal playing field, jealousy will burn up inside of them.

Elementary. There's no possibility that this can get denied. Not only because of the legal issues, but I bring so much drama on the show that this contention can not get denied. Now, time to write my summarizing conclusion.

So, my three contentions are proven statistically and mentally to bring drama  ''to the otherwise dull competition. With my values, and criterion of integrity '' and forcefulness, I ensure that my arguement is valid.

Ah, credibility as a leader. That's the most important fact you have to get straight. Reestablishing that will remind Chris how confident I have become.

Losing six million dollars, the boring nature of the other contestants, and my  ''special conditions are three things that you must consider for my debut. Thank '' you for your time, and I'll see you when I return on Total Drama Action.

There. Finished. Done with. Well, of course proofreading must be accomplished first. Let me look at my letter one last time...

To: [mailto:chrismcclean911@totaldrama.com chrismcclean911@totaldrama.com]

CC: [mailto:citcourtney@totaldrama.com citcourtney@totaldrama.com]

Subject: Courtney's Debut on Total Drama Action

This letter should remain confidential to Chris McClean.

''Dear Chris, I would like to come to a mutual agreement that would please both of our personalities. This letter is not meant to waste my invaluable time or yours. I would like to make a significant request that requires full attention. Don't worry, I won't beg outside your trailer like a homeless freak to continuously bother you. My two lawyers and I have carefully examined the Total Drama contract and have three main contentions: my unlawful termination, the drama I will add to the current show, and my conditions for when I debut.''

''You see, last time, at the end of season one of Total Drama, labeled "Total Drama Island", I statistically filed a complaint for unlawful termination from competition. You stated in your previous email that in section 34 of the Total Drama contract, the person with the most votes will be eliminated from the competition. However, in section 22.5, which definitely precedes section 34, it states that the person with the most amount of people to vote for them gets eliminated, unless the host specifically states otherwise before the elimination (which he did not). Harold was the only one who voted for me during the night of "Basic Straining". Due to contract precedence binding, section 22.5 overrides section 34 so therefore, the rigging of votes would go against the show's contract. My lawyers and I have decided on a six million dollar lawsuit if I am not allowed to debut on "Total Drama Action." I really hope you take that into consideration when you read this email.''

''So, let me continue with my second contention. I ensure you that I will add drama when I return to the competition. Everyone left in the competition is either as dumb as a doorknob or are just plain crazy. Let me list the contestants (my opposition) one by one and point out their evident flaws. Owen will be the first one I will talk about. You see, I am aware that he has recently suffered an injured jaw. How is it possible that you are not afraid that Owen will sue the show? That type of injury can cause two million dollars worth of lawsuits, more than what you will pay the eventual winner of Total Drama Action (which I ensure is going to be me). Beth is an underachiever who produces boring television. Nobody wants to watch a "wannabe" try to achieve athleticism or intelligence, but ultimately fail. It leaves a feeling of emptiness in the audience. Lindsay, the next contestant on which I will elaborate, lacks IQ and is very unintelligent. "Lindsiot", as I call her, is incapable of even having a brain. I don't even know who the process inside her head can even comprehend the understanding of a challenge. Justin, the male model, may seem like the type who would take the initiative who would convince others with his looks. However, deep inside the outside crust, he is a stuck-up male model who is easily manipulatable. Heather is a bald freak. The lack of hair on her scalp exposes ultraviolet rays. According to a Toronto research poll, these ultraviolet rays can impend everlasting damage to her brain, which could make her unable to compete and may have to be removed due to injury. This sudden removal may impact your challenge structure on which you have worked so diligently on. LeShawna's attitude and readiness to hurt a human being is dangerous. Because of her reckless attitude, someone's teeth might be knocked right out of their mouth. It would cost the show a plethora of money, which could be easily be prevented by one of my top-class traditional psychology lessons. Duncan is the final member I would like to discuss. His constant "bad boy" attitude may seem appealing to the viewers, but he has a soft side, i.e. obtaining a new bunny for DJ after the first one had passed away. There is no need for this bipolar attitude that can lead towards destruction.''

''This is my third and final contention of this email. Because I was cheated out of Total Drama Island (Basic Straining), it is only fitting that I obtain additional benefits if you and your executive producers do not wish to be sued for six million dollars. These are my conditions once my lawsuit is filed: I will obtain my own person bathroom, 5 star gourmet food provided by Chef Hatchet, and my own use of a personalized digital assistant. Trust me, these advantages will include necessary drama that I will put into the competition. If the others are on an unequal "playing field", jealousy will burn within their tiny hearts, which will cause their emotions to take over their pathetic bodies, which will cause the ratings to skyrocket. ''

''So, my three contentions are proven statistically and mentally to bring drama to this otherwise "dull" competition. With my values and criterions of integrity and forcefulness, I ensure you that my contentions of suing the show, bringing drama, and having advantages will threaten you into letting me into the show. Remember, 6 million dollars will not help you buy that plane you want for that secret third season you are planning. Thank you for your time, and I'll see you when I debut on Total Drama Action.''

Courtney obtained an email back 6 hours and 43 seconds later.

RE: Fine…

Courtney opened her email account and smiled. She knew revenge was coming her way...all she had to do was grasp it.

FIN

Sunsummer7's Story
I See London...: Alternate Ending

Alejandro was on the plane, watching the rest of the episode, but something Noah said caught his attention.

(TBA)

Judging One
Nalyd: Five of you didn't post an entry. This was probably the easiest challenge, and more than a third of you didn't post an entry. Unbelievable. Reddy will judge the Gophers, BB gets the Bass.

Chimmy's Reviews
AJ: This was a good entry. While Reddy may have not liked Heather dying, I thought it was a more powerful ending than last time: you can't please everyone, though. There were still some grammar issues, though, and I would have liked an explamation of what exactly the doctors did. Plot: 8/10, Spelling: 10/10, Grammar: 9/10, Creativity: 8/10, Originality: 8/10 Total Score: 8.6, rounded to 9.

Cod: I quite liked the concept of the story, even if it is overdone a little. The dialouge seemed genuine, and as far as I could see, no spelling or grammar mistakes. As I said, though, the concept is a little overdone... Plot: 9/10, Spelling: 10/10, Grammar: 10/10, Creativity: 8/10 Originality: 7/10 Total Score: 8.8, rounded to 9.

LF: I really liked this! I liked that you kept in in continuity with her TDI bio. There weren't any spelling or grammar issues that I could see, and for future reference to other competitors: I love fleshed out before TDI stories. Plot: 10/10, Spelling: 10/10, Grammar: 10/10 Creativity: 9/10 Originality: 8/10 Total Score: 9.4, rounded to 9.

MrD: I liked this better than the original story. I thought the idea of a self destruction button was great. With this version, though, I wish Heather had a bigger role in it. Something just doesn't seem right: no spelling/grammar issues, though. Plot: 8/10, Spelling: 10/10, Grammar: 10/10, Creativity: 8/10, Originality: 10/10, Total Score: 9.2, rounded to 9.

MTDM: No story, 0/10

Neko: I would have liked a bit more background on exactly WHY Noah had to write this, but overall this was great! It sounded like something Noah would actually write. I'd give you fangirl points, but that wouldn't exactly be fair. :P No S/G issues. Plot: 9/10 Spelling: 10/10 Grammar: 10/10 Creativity: 9/10 Originality: 10/10 Total Score: 9.6, rounded to 10. Congrats :D

Toad: Maybe it's just me, but this seems shorter than before...and I didn't notice much that had changed. No spelling issues to my knowledge, but something in the grammar seems off to me. Nice idea, though. Plot: 9/10 Spelling: 10/10 Grammar: 9/10 Creativity: 8/10 Originality: 10/10 Total Score: 9

BB's Reviews
Challenge One Judging Judging Criteria: Plot, Spelling, Grammar, Creativity, and Originality

Aimers Plot - Okay. Aimers. I want to commend you on the plot, the story was very interesting and easy to follow. You distinctly got your main ideas and focal points of the story across easily, which I enjoyed.

Spelling - I saw no spelling mistakes anywhere, unless I overlooked something. I do have a complaint and, out of the judging criteria, I feel that this complaint would be best here. One thing I noticed is that you included an excess amount of cut-offs when your characters are talking; it makes the story look so choppy. I love that you used this mechanism of writing, but my advice (from this story on) is to use it... but not as much.

Grammar - I believe this area is where you're going to have the most difficulty in this entire competition. In the most non-sarcastic pose possible, I recommend using Microsoft Word's (or another equivalent program) ABC Spell Check function before posting a story to get rid of many easily-avoided errors. This entry's revisions were a step up from the last story; I don't see nearly as many grammatical errors on this one than the last entry. Granted, I still saw... some, punctuation and sentence formation-wise. You have GOT to work on this, man.

Creativity & Originality - You can kinda re-read my Plot section for the critique of these two areas. The entire basis of this story was very well thought out.

Scoring
 * Plot - 9
 * Spelling - 8
 * Grammar - 7
 * Creativity - 9
 * Originality - 9
 * Overall (Raw) - 8.4
 * Overall (Rounded) - 8

CD-TDA Plot - Very, very interesting. Intense. There's nothing I can really do towards critiquing your plot here; everything fell into place as I was reading.

Spelling - I saw... a couple spelling errors, but only a couple. One I remember distinctly was a typo of the word "policemen" around the end. I think this will probably be a minimal problem to you for the remainder of the competition, if a problem at all.

Grammar - While reading, again, I saw minimal grammatical mistakes... nothing too major, as well as nothing I can really critique you over since this story was very well put together.

Creativity & Originality - Once again, nowhere to critique you. This story met the requirements in my mind on what a creative and original story would be.

Scoring
 * Plot - 10
 * Spelling - 9
 * Grammar - 9
 * Creativity - 10
 * Originality - 9
 * Overall (Raw) - 9.4
 * Overall (Rounded) - 9

Jessica Plot - I want to say that I truly did enjoy this story, really I did; however... I honestly don't think a thorough plot was developed. It was just... short, I guess.

Spelling - No mistakes.

Grammar - Similar to CD-TDA, the only thing I didn't like about the format of this story is that you started a new line with almost every new thought in this story. Other than that, no critique.

Creativity & Originality - Flawless with originality, but it seems that this story didn't have much creativity to it. I mean... all you can get out of this is "lovers die, remainders come together". I would think that you need to broaden your ideas in your stories, meaning don't limit yourself to one idea and a small one at that.

Scoring
 * Plot - 7
 * Spelling - 10
 * Grammar - 7
 * Creativity - 8
 * Originality - 10
 * Overall (Raw) - 8.4
 * Overall (Rounded) - 8

KG Plot, Spelling, Grammar, Creativity, & Originality - No story whatsoever, I'm disappointed.

Scoring
 * Plot - 0
 * Spelling - 0
 * Grammar - 0
 * Creativity - 0
 * Originality - 0
 * Overall (Raw) - 0
 * Overall (Rounded) - 0

Plat Plot - Just for future reference, Plat, length does not equal success in making stories. Not saying there's nothing wrong with yours, I'm giving you a heads up for the future of your being in this competition. You could have said what you said in a shorter style. Regardless of that, your story's plot was exceptional; everything was easily able to be followed.

Spelling - Well, technically, I didn't see any mistakes within this story, spelling-wise.

Grammar - Here's where you desperately need work. Alright, in my opinion, I would have gone with a better way to set up this story. It would have been so much better had you did use quotes. Like I said with Aimers, I would cut down on the use of vocal cut-offs. I love that you know of this mechanism, but... think of it like sugar, there is a such thing as "too much of a good thing". Along with the cut-off thing is what I was mentioning earlier: this story, in my opinion, is terribly set up. I view(ed) this as a way for a reader to get out of using quotes and all the grammar-rules that come along with them. The parentheses that you used to demonstrate action could be treated as a sub-point, this kind of stuff isn't sub-par in my standards, man. "Loopholes", if you will... won't get you anywhere with me.

Creativity & Originality - Well.... Original, yes. Creative, yes. I don't know what else I can say.

Scoring
 * Plot - 9
 * Spelling - 10
 * Grammar - 5
 * Creativity - 10
 * Originality - 10
 * Overall (Raw) - 8.8
 * Overall (Rounded) - 9

Sunsummer Plot - There isn't one, but I do give credit for attempts.

Spelling - From what you have, there are technically no spelling mistakes.

Grammar, Creativity, & Originality - Due to the length of the story, I am unable to judge these areas correctly. I do, however, give credit for attempts.

Scoring
 * Plot - 1
 * Spelling - 10
 * Grammar - 1
 * Creativity - 1
 * Originality - 1
 * Overall (Raw) - 2.8
 * Overall (Rounded) - 3

TDA15 Plot, Spelling, Grammar, Creativity, & Originality - No story whatsoever, I'm disappointed.

Scoring
 * Plot - 0
 * Spelling - 0
 * Grammar - 0
 * Creativity - 0
 * Originality - 0
 * Overall (Raw) - 0
 * Overall (Rounded) - 0

If this team loses, my choice for the Best of the Worst is...    CD-TDA

First Elimination Ceremony
Nalyd: CD-TDA, please pick two people from your team to be put up for elimination and tell us why.

CD-TDA: First off, I'd like to say that this was not an easy choice. However, my first person that I'd like to be put up for elimination is TDAwesome15. Not only did he not turn in an entry, but apparently he was "too lazy" to do it. The second choice was even harder, since there was another competitor who also didn't turn in an entry. However, ultimately, I chose Sunsummer, because the story wasn't finished. Kg didn't have Internet to turn in his entry, which is why I'm not choosing him. My two picks are Sunsummer & TDAwesome15.

Nalyd: I've heard enough. TDAwesome15, time to go. Do you know how many people wantesd to get in, and you were "too lazy" to copy and paste an entry?

Week Two Chat
Nalyd: Terribly sorry about the extended week, the next challenge will go up Friday.

LF: I'm really surprised at how many people didn't submit something. This was probably the easiest challenge, cause you were just fixing/adding on to a story that we already wrote.

Cod: Agreed. All you had to do was edit your story to what the judges suggested. Unbelievable.

Toad: Oh my gosh, my team won! xD Now, let's just hope this keeps happening...

AJ: Yeah i feel bad for the people who didn't make top 14, because they probably would have submitted

Challenge Two
Nalyd: For this week's challenge, you will write a story about what happens after the TDWT finale "Hawaiian Punch." You may write about a contestant going home, a reunion with the contestants, or something along those lines (If you don't know if your story idea fits the qualifications of this challenge, message me.) This challenge is due this Friday by 3:00 PM EST. It will be judged on spelling, grammar, plot, in-character-ness, and originality.

AJ's Story
<p style="text-align:center"> Oh No...Not Again

<p style="text-align:center">Main Contestant: Bridgette

Bridgette was sitting on the beach watching the waves when her mom walked out of their beach house. "Bridgette, we've got mail for you, it's from Chris McLean." she said. Oh No, Bridgette thought, this cannot be good. It had been about two months since the dramatic season three finale, and she thought that they had dumped the old cast for good. She enjoyed watching Total Drama Revenge of the Island because she liked watching other people endure what she had to go through. She felt bad for them though, because they don't know what they got themselves into. She still kept in touch with some of the old contestants. She and Geoff saw each other a lot, and she still online chatted with LeShawna, Gwen, and Courtney. She wished she could have stayed in the game longer to get to know some more of the contestants.

As Bridgette stepped into the door, her mother handed her a packet. The packet had a picture of Chris McLean on the outside of it. She slowly opened the box, she feared a dead animal or stink bomb was hiding in there. She sifted through the packing peanuts and found a DVD labeled Bridgette. "Mom!" Bridgette yelled, "It's a DVD, do you want to watch it with me?"

"Sure Sweetie." said Bridgette's mom. Bridgette's mom walked in and they put in the DVD. The TV screen flashed on and showed Chris standing at Camp Wawanawkwa. "Hello Bridgette," He said, "Miss me?".

No, Bridgette thought.

"Thought so," continued Chris, "I would like you to meet at the Total Drama Action Craft Service Tent for a contestant reunion, it's in one week! You don't want to miss it!". With that the screen turned black again. She was nervous about seeing everyone again, but her mom eventually convinced her to go so she did.

Bridgette arrived at the Total Drama Action film set. It was eerily quiet, and brought back bad memories. The welcome gate towered over her as she slowly walked into the set. She passed the abandoned sets, each one corresponding with a Total Drama Action episode. I wish I hadn't got distracted by Geoff during this season, I think I could have done well, Bridgette thought. She finally reached the craft services tent, and when she stepped through she saw the faces of her fellow contestants. The only part off was that, there were only 16 former contestants there including herself. She looked around and recognized everyone, she saw Gwen, Leshawna and Lindsay talking at one of the tables, and Heather sitting with Alejandro and Sierra at another. She saw Courtney sitting alone and waved to her, who waved back with a smile. She went on to see who else was there, seeing Noah with Owen, Trent, and Izzy, and Harold sitting alone. Bridgette was filled with relief when she turned to the other side of the tent, because sitting there was Geoff, with DJ and Duncan. "Woo-hoo!" Geoff cried, walking up to hug Bridgette.

"Aww baby I missed you!" Bridgette replied, they hadn't been able to talk in the past week or two due to Geoff's car breaking down. "Finally!" said a voice from the shadows of the tent, "We can get this started." The figure stepped out of the shadows, and it was revealed to be Chef, holding small cue cards. "While Chris is off hosting Total Drama Revenge of the Island, he told me to inform you all of your required participation in season 5!" Chef said with a grin. A look of shock came upon everyone's faces. "I already won a season, what am I doing here?" said Heather angrily.

"Yeah same here! I don't need this." said Duncan, the spite obvious. Owen nodded his head in agreement. "Well how many of you still have the money you won?" Chef said, already knowing the answer. Owen had given his up, Duncan had spent all of his on lawyers, and Heather had lost hers in a volcano. "Thought so." said Chef triumphantly. He squinted to read the next cue card. "You are going to be competing in season 5, Total Drama the Final season, what! What kind of crappy name is that? Almost as stupid as those dumb musical numbers last season."

"What about Total Drama Revenge of the Island?" asked Harold.

"Well since they only have 11 contestants, it will be over in about half a month," said Chef, "and right after that, you guys have the joy of flying around the world...again, for another...million...dollars!." A collective woo came throughout the tent. Most of the contestants were reminded of when they made it into Total Drama World Tour, the only two newbies being Geoff and Trent.

"Well it looks like Katie and Sadie are out for another season." said Gwen

"Yeah I guess, and I am so glad I don't have to deal that psychotic anger beast Eva." replied Leshawna.

"But...but...where's Tyler?" cried Lindsay. Lindsay was right, Tyler was no where to be seen, along with Cody, and Ezekiel.

"Now...you...must...use the confessional...to share... your thoughts about...season…5." said Chef, struggling to read the tiny cue card. All the competitors walked over to the make up confessional.

"I am so ready for another season! Woo hoo!" said Geoff excitedly.

"I guess this is an opportunity to meet some of the other contestants," Sierra wailed, "Cody."

"Hmph, I guess I have to compete, I just have to avoid Alejandro. Yeah this will work" said Noah, rolling his eyes.

"Well I did win last time, so obviously I'm going to win this time too." Heather said with a grin, her gold tooth gleaming.

"You. Have. Got. To. Be. Kidding Me," Alejandro said angrily, "I could barely handle these losers for one season! There's no way I can go around the world again with them. But since I have to be here I am winning, and no one is going to stop me!"

"If I stay away from animals, I should be fine, I just wish I didn’t have to leave mama again." said DJ.

"Well, I guess I can win this time. I know I can do it, I just have to not focus on Geoff the whole time, and stay away from Alejandro. I am excited I get to meet Leshawna, Gwen, and Courtney more! I may even meet some more competitors. This season is going to be so fun, " said Bridgette with a smile, "and I am definitely going to win!"

Cod's Story
<p style="text-align:center"> The TDWT Aftermath Reunion Show Special 

<p style="text-align:center">By Cod

Heather

As the has-beens of Total Drama await for the cameras to begin rolling, I can't help but feel some anxiety and guilt when I search for him. Alejandro. I remember the volcano incident. The one where I WON Total Drama World Tour. And then, I remember Alejandro getting trampled by the other idiots. I emit a nervous laugh, and see Cody glance over at me, with a worried look on his face.

"What do you want, geek-a-zoid?" I ask in a tired tone, obviously sick of these freaks.

"Nothing. Just heard you laughing..." Cody says, turning back to Sierra.

I mutter under my breath some curses about Cody having no social life, and begin to ponder about Alejandro again. Last thing I heard from Chris was that he was being used for "special purposes". Coming from the egocentric sadist, I have no idea what "purposes" he mentioned, but I don't think they're very good.

I look down at my wrist. I see the burn from the flaming boulder. I remember holding up my arm to protect me from the pain to my face, and then everything went black. I woke up in the hospital the next day, Chris and the others grinning as to comfort me. But they didn't fool me. They all hate me. And I really could care less. These losers could go die in a hole, for all I care.

Sadie and Katie interrupt my thoughts with their wretched squealing. Over Justin. I feel my face make a gesture of disgust, and then I breathe, and then I envelop myself in thoughts again.

Life at home hadn't been much better. My parents didn't show the least bit of pride in my reality show win. They only cared for the money. Not the safety of her daughter. Not the emotion pain of their daughter. Just the money. I left my house that day, to go find an alley to mourn in, and found a crumpled and dirty magazine. With my face on it. I quickly opened the issue to find a shot of the whole cast, including me. I hold the magazine close to me. They were somewhat friends, right?

An intern tells us to be quiet as the show is about to begin. I look around the set quickly, just to make sure Chris hasn't put an anvil above me. I see the "Total Drama World Tour" logo in huge letters on the wall behind me, just above Geoff's head. I see the Total Drama Jumbo Jet crammed into the set as well. The rusted, old plane looks even worse, due to Sierra's accident with the gasoline. I'm surprised they put it back together, maybe even copied the original.

When none of the cast shuts up, despite the intern's warning, Chef has to come and yell at us to make us close our mouths. More like a barbarian than a Chef. When we don't even emit the slightest peep, we see the cameras light flash on, and the reunion show begins.

From a loud speaker, we hear Chris's voice, "Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, big and small, young and old, I am pleased to welcome you all to the Total Drama World Tour Reunion Special!"

The curtains open, and we are greeted to tons and tons of fans, screaming out names and quotes from our show.

Chris walks out on stage, and begins to announce us. "And here are our contestants now! Cody, Sierra, Duncan, Courtney, Owen, Gwen, Tyler, Noah, DJ, Izzy, Lindsay, Leshawna, Bridgette, Harold, and our Total Drama World Tour winner, Heather!"

The audience screams with applause, I don't know if it's for me or for the others.

"And don't forget the rest of the people who didn't compete: Please welcome, Sadie, Katie, Eva, Geoff, Trent, Beth and Justin!" Chris continues. "I would also like to announce that we have some very special guests this evening. But above all of them, don't forget me, Chris McClean, the host of Total Drama!"

The crowd goes wild as confetti flies around the stage, and on the big screen behind us, a giant picture of Chris's face with his sadistic grin watches over the audience.

I roll my eyes.

Noah

Ugh. Could this day possibly get worse? First off, I woke up late this morning to the smell of my dog. Pooping on my bed. I shooed him away and decided to throw my blanket in the closet. My mom could handle it, I'm kinda busy today. I found my usual set of clothes: red vest, white shirt, shorts pulled down low, and brushed my hair, in its usual long format.

When I sat down for breakfast, I noticed that my little cousins staying for the week had put a whoopie cushion on my chair. I give them applause for using a joke from the 50's. They giggle and run away, while I continue eating away at my "Crunchy Yummy Cheerios", I notice the turned on television.

''"Are you ready for the biggest event in reality show history?" ''the TV announcer asked.

I slowly nodded my head.

"Well, you better be, because the live Total Drama World Tour Reunion Show Special is coming up, today at 4:30 PM! Don't miss it, or you'll be the laughing stock of your whole neighborhood!"

And then, I froze for two reasons. One, is that the announcer was none other than Chris McClean, the guy who's been torturing me this past year. Secondly, I remembered that I was supposed to be at that reunion show. Now.

I ran to my mother and reminded her that I needed to get to the same set that the Total Drama Aftermaths were filmed.

And soon enough, I arrived at this reunion show, just like that. So yeah, it wasn't exciting, but today did suck. So far.

As I open the door, I immediately walk into a giant, white, squishy thing, which turns out to be nothing but-

"Gah! Owen!" I yell.

"Noah! My little buddy!" Owen says as he picks me up with no attempt and squishes me until I can barely breathe.

As I gasp for air, I try my hardest to whisper out some words to the ticking time bomb of noxious fumes, as I like to call him.

"OW-EN... LE-T G-O..." I whisper quietly, without much oxygen.

"Oh, haha, sorry buddy!" Owen lets me go, my face bright red and gasping for air.

We continue down into the set where mostly everyone else from Total Drama World Tour is. Owen and I find a seat next to each other, as well as Cody and Sierra.

I know Owen can be a little stupid... And smelly... But, nevertheless, he is the closest thing to a friend I could have on this show.

And then we see Chris walk out on stage. "And here are our contestants now! Cody, Sierra, Duncan, Courtney, Owen, Gwen, Tyler, Noah, DJ, Izzy, Lindsay, Leshawna, Bridgette, Harold, and our Total Drama World Tour winner, Heather!"

The audience applauds at the announcing of our names.

"And don't forget the rest of the people who didn't compete: Please welcome, Sadie, Katie, Eva, Geoff, Trent, Beth and Justin!" Chris continues. "I would also like to announce that we have some very special guests this evening. But above all of them, don't forget me, Chris McClean, the host of Total Drama!"

Of course, Chris has to be his usual egocentric self, because a picture of his face appears at the screen behind us.

I look over to Heather, who seems to be having a nervous breakdown. Her face is red, and she's shaking like mad. And from this one expression, I know that it's all about one person. Alejandro.

Alejandro

I look in the mirror, only to see the reflection of a monster. A creature. Something without a heart. I sit back down on the couch to watch the reunion show. More crap about Chris. And then, I see her. The anger consumes me, as I see the face of the girl who almost ruined my life. Heather.

Ever since the volcano incident, Heather had broken my heart. Along with a few bones. Chris had gotten an idea from my injuries, and decided to place me in a machine, temporarily. Or so I hope. I had been living with Chris for a while, since he promised me a reward for staying in this machine until the end of the reunion. My family hasn't been worried, they knew where I was and knew how I was gonna get a reward for ''me familia. ''

Some interviews for the cast happen, and then Heather's turn is up.

Whatever she talks about better be good, she still owes me an apology.

Burning me alive for a reality show isn't the best way to show love.

Lindsay

(note: The spelling mistakes and name switches are normal)

Hi! I'm Lindsay! I am at a Total Drama reonion show with my boyfriend, Tyker! Wait, is it Noah? DJ? Oh, well! Anyways,

(not finished)

LF's Story
<p style="text-align:center"> The Reunion From Hell 

<p style="text-align:center">By: Leshawnafan

<p style="text-align:center">Characters: Chris, Chef, Heather, Cody, Sierra, Alejandro, Geoff, Bridgette, Leshawna, Harold, Duncan, Courtney, Gwen, Noah, Izzy, Owen, Tyler, Lindsay

<p style="text-align:center">Setting: The TDWT Jumbo Jet.

<p style="text-align:center">Takes place a year after the TDWT Finale

It was the end to the craziest finale that the contestants had ever been a part of. No one had any idea that the Volcano would erupt while they were holding the finale. A shock that no one saw coming. Well, they would've if they had read the posters but whatever.

It's been a year since the finale, and everyone was meeting up again for a reunion. It may seem late for one, but many contestants spent the year recovering from injuries from the finale. Each contestant was making their way to have a reunion with Chris and Chef on the Jumbo Jet.

One by one, the contestants began to filter into the Jumbo Jet, while Chris and Chef greeted them as they entered the mess hall. The reunion was not being filmed, so the contestants could say whatever they want. Anything could happen with this reunion, and with these contestants, you know something will happen.

As the contestants took there seats, Chris began to speak.

"Welcome campers! Bet you thought you would never be back on this piece of junk! Well, you thought wrong! With the new cast next season, I thought it would be nice to have one last reunion to see what everyone thought of this season and all the seasons in general!" Chris announced to the awaiting cast.

"Well, I thought that this season was messed up. The only good thing about it was that Heather beat Alejandro in the finale. That worthless piece of--" Leshawna burst out, but Chris quickly stopped her before she said something she may regret.

Harold, who was sitting right next to Leshawna, nodded in agreement with her statement, while Alejandro glared at her.

"And to think I tried to woo you," Alejandro said to Leshawna, who glared back at him.

"You didn't try to woo me, you tricked me and got me out of the game!" Leshawna yelled back at him.

"Ok, ok calm down. We haven't even asked a question yet and you two are fighting! Let's go to Heather, who won the season," Chris told the cast, as he looked over to Heather.

"Well, personally, I think this was the best season. I mean, I won! I think that makes this season the best one in all three of the seasons," Heather stated confidently.

"No, it makes it not a very good season! Sure, you're better than Alejandro, but Cody should've beaten all of you!" Sierra screamed, obviously still obsessed with Cody.

Cody, who happened to be sitting right next to Sierra, tried to scoot away from her, but before he could, Sierra grabbed him and pulled him closer to her.

"Um, would you mind letting go?" Cody asked kindly to Sierra.

"NEVER!" Sierra said, squeezing Cody even harder.

"Ok freak show, hush so I can talk to other people!" Chris ordered Sierra, who immediately fell silent.

"Now, let's talk about the gian elephant in the room. Duncan and Gwen are still dating, and they haven't seen Courtney in over a year. I need to hear from all three of them! This should be FUN!" Chris said excitedly, as Courtney began to speak up.

"Yes Chris, I do have a few things to say to those 'things'," Courtney said, pointing over to Gwen and Duncan.

Gwen whispered something in Duncan's ear, which made him begin to laugh.

Courtney got out of her seat and walked up to Gwen and Duncan. She pulled Gwen away from Duncan, and faced her.

"You know, I used to just think you were weird back in TDI. Then in TDA, you began to quietly steal Duncan away from me. That's when you lost my respect. You stole Duncan away from me when you didn't deserve him! And now you feel like mocking me? That's it!" Courtney trailed off at the end of her story as she jumped at Gwen.

Without a second to react, Gwen was laying on the floor, trying to knock Courtney away from her.

"Uh Chef, I think you need to see this!" Chris called to Chef.

Chef walked over to where Chris was standing, and looked down at the two girls fighting.

"That's not a sight you see everyday," Chef chuckled as Courtney repeatedly smacked Gwen.

"Do you think we should stop them?" Chris asked Chef, seeming to not really want to stop it.

Chris shrugged and said sarcastically, "I guess. Look's like we can't have any fun on this show."

Chef reached down and pulled the two girls apart.

"Get back here you boyfriend stealer!"

"Shut up, Miss I know everything C.I.T!"

"Alright that's enough! It's my turn to talk again," Chris ordered Courtney and Gwen, and chef sat them far away from each other.

"Now, back to the reason why we were here. I want to know what you guys think about having an all new cast next season. Let me assure you, this reunion will not be aired on TV, so say what you want," Chris informed the contestants.

"Well, personally, I'm glad there's going to be a new cast. It gives us time to relax, and instead of us being tortured, we'll get to watch other, new contestants be tortured," Bridgette said, glancing at Geoff who she was sitting right next to.

"Totally dudette. I agree with you 100%," Geoff told Bridgette, as he leaned in and started kissing her.

"Well, I see that's still going on. Didn't really need to know that, though," Chris commented as he tried ignoring Bridgette's and Geoff's make out session.

"Well I'm glad we ain't gonna be in another season. Gives me time to be away from some of the freaks on here. I think 3 seasons with the same cast is enough," Leshawna stated, while she glared at Alejandro.

"What is your problem? It's been a year since I tricked you out of the game! Get over it!" Alejandro shot back at Leshawna.

"No, I will not just 'get over it.' You cheated and got me knocked out of the game before I deserved to go home. It's people like you that I'm glad we have next season off. I have time away from scum like you," Leshawna retorted back to him.

"Alright, enough already! Geez. We should just get you two a reality show or something. Anyway, one of the reasons why I called you all back here was because Heather lost her money in the finale due to Ezekiel taking it and falling into the volcano with it. Sadly, Ezekiel is not with us because HE FELL INTO LAVA," Chris said, while none of the contestants were surprised that he had died.

"Well, we gathered up another million dollars and it's all in this brief case! We're going to repay this to Heather for her loss in the finale," Chris said as he handed the case to Heather.

"Wow, the one in the finale felt heavier than this! But a million dollars is a million dollars," Heather said while shrugging as she took the case.

"Hey! You didn't repay me when I lost all my money after TDI," Owen complained to Chris.

"Well, you made a mistake and lost your money. You had control over your money, and you lost it. Heather on the other hand lost hers by a psychotic maniac who tried to steal it, but ended up falling into a volcano with it. She could not control that, so therefore we are repaying he. Sorry dude, thems the rules," Chris explained back to Owen.

Owen shrugged, then jumped in shock when he heard Heather scream.

"What the heck is this? This isn't a million dollars! It's monopoly money!" Heather shrieked in anger.

"Yeah, about that. See, I lied. The show needed all of our money to get things ready for next season, so I thought you wouldn't notice if I gave you monopoly money," Chris said, not meeting Heather's piercing gaze.

"Who cares about the next season? I want my million!" Heather screamed at Chris, becoming even more agitated.

"Well, see, we've already spent all the money for next season, so you're not getting any real money. Sorry," Chris answered with fake sympathy.

Heather screamed in frustration and sat back down and fiddled with the fake money.

"I'll take the monopoly money if you don't want it," Izzy said, walking over to Heather.

Heather pushed the case over to Izzy, who jumped in excitement when she picked it up.

"Cool! I know someone in Sweden who can turn monopoly money into real money! He wears a monacle, a top hat, walks around with a cane and is super rich!" Izzy explained to the puzzled crowd of contestants.

"Izzy, that's the guy from the actual game. I doubt you know anyone who looks exactly like that. Plus, it's simple logic that monopoly money can not be changed into real money. GOSH!" Harold diminished Izzy's comment, stating that it was false.

"No, I'm pretty sure I know a guy like that in real life. Or maybe he's just one of my imaginary friends. I talk to them all the time! I have too many to count, so I get confused by reality and imaginary sometimes. Maybe all of you are just my imaginary friends and this is real money and I actually won TDWT!" Izzy said, with a glint of hope shining in her eyes.

"I have that same problem too! Maybe we're like long lost sisters! The onloy thing wrong is you have orange hair and no one in my family has orange hair..." Lindsay said hopefully to Izzy.

Izzy shrugged, "Maybe you have orange hair and you dyed it?"

"You know what, you may be right! The other day I totally found an orange thing on my skirt and I was like 'EEEK what's that?' Maybe it was a piece of hair that wasn't properly dyed!" Lindsay squealed, as it was obivous that she was confused.

"I think I see something orange on your skirt," Tyler told Lindsay.

Lindsay hopped up and looked down at her skirt. "OMG! What is it? I totally do not have orange hair! Why is life so cruel to me?" Lindsay screamed, hopping up and down shock.

"Lindsay, calm down. You don't have orange hair. Your hair is blonde. Your skirt is orange. It always has and always will be orange," Noah reassured Lindsay.

Lindsay stopped hopping. "Thanks Nolan! I was totally confused for a second!"

"Yeah, more like 5 minutes," Noah sarcastically muttered to himself.

"Well this has been an unsuccessful Reunion. I learned nothing new about any of you, and all it was was fighting and making out. You people need to get a life! Well, looks like I wont be seeing you all for awhile, so good-bye!" Chris said as he threw a smoke pellet on the floor, and when the smoke was gone, he had dissappeared.

The contestants let the Jumbo Jet, saying good-bye to each other in a sort of bitter sweet moment. A bus took them all home, and that was the end of the first Total Drama cast.

Or is it?

The End

MrD's Story
Chris, or the self-proclaimed "awesomest reality TV host ever" was leaning back in his chair, having his feet massaged by Chef, very bored.

"You know," Chris finally said, shortly after yawning. "Something dreadful has happened. I'm bored." He then stood up, and clapped his hands together. "We need to fix that. Any ideas, slave?" He said, looking at Chef.

Chef responded to this with a glare, and him muttering. "I don't get paid enough for this..." Chris put a hand to his ear.

"I'm sorry, what was that? Host an awesome fantabulous reunion between the contestants? Great idea!" Chef's eye twitched. Chris then whistled, and on this call, and intern came rushing in, panting for breath. "Un-paid intern, go round up all of the Total Drama contestants, and make them come to Wawanakwa for a reunion... Oh yes, you also have to pay for it. I spent all of the flying money on these cool shades." Chris then put on some diamond encrusted shades, as the intern was running off again.

Geoff was leaning back in his chair, with Bridgette on top of him, them doing what they were doing the majority of Total Drama Action.

"Oh Bridgette..." Geoff said, in between breaths. "It's been so long since we've been able to do this, with Total Drama World Tour, Blainley, and that bear... Man I hated that bear. But, we're together now, and that's all that matters..." Bridgette was about to respond, when the phone started ringing.

"I'll get it." Bridgette said in that soothing voice of hers, as she got off of Geoff. "Hello?" She said into the phone.

"Is Geoff there?" The voice rang back.

"Um, yes, but who is this?" She responded, curious. "I'm an intern from that show Total Drama, you know, that show you met your boyfriend, and you and Geoff only did half decent the first season? Anyways, we're hosting a reunion of the show, and you, like all Total Drama contestants, are invited. Congratulations." The intern hung up before Bridgette could respond, and Bridgette turned back to Geoff, and told him the news.

"So, we get to meet all of our friends again?" He paused, then first-bumped. "Awesome!"

Ezekiel sighed, lying on his bed on the farm. He hasn't been able to go out without fear of being ridiculed for being eliminated first twice on a popular reality show. No, there weren't any congratulations on being able to survive in the plane so long, and surviving falling into lava. There was only ridicule. He heard some knocking on his door, so he opened his mouth to speak.

"Who is it, eh?" He asked, curious.

"It's your father..." The voice replied. "There's someone calling, he wants you for something, not sure what..." Ezekiel sighed, and after a few seconds of hesitation, rose from his bed, yawning. He walked out of the door, and went to the phone.

"Yes?" He called into it.

"This is an intern from Total Drama... You know the sh--" The voice was interrupted.

"How could I forget, eh?" Ezekiel asked, sorrowfully. "Ever since I've been eliminated, there's been non-stop teasing at me! 'Hey, look, isn't that the guy who got eliminated on that reality show? Let's make fun of him!' "

"Well, that's very nice, but--" The voice got interrupted again.

"Do you know how it feels to be made fun of every day you go outside? Every frickin' day?"

"I'm sorry for your pain sir, but--" Ezekiel sighed.

"No, you don't... Just, tell me what you were going to say why don't you, eh?"

"Alright." The voice replied, irritated. "There's going to be a reunion of Total Drama, and you, like all other Total Drama contestants, are invited. Congrats." The intern then hung up on Ezekiel, and Ezekiel sighed.

"I'm going to have to remind everyone I was eliminated first on that show? Perfect..." He sorrowfully walked back to his room.

LeShawna was, around the same time, in the movie theater, with Harold right next to her. Now, you may be wondering, "why the heck is LeShawana watching a movie with Harold?" Well, the answer to that is simple: Harold kept asking her to give him another chance so much in the past month, that eventually she gave in, and went on the date with him, right now LeShawna was, surprisingly, enjoying herself, as you could see by the look on her face.

"Oooh, suger-baby I love this movie so far!" LeShawna said, smiling at him.

"Me too... Did you know that it took fifty elephants to make this movie? And that di--" He was interrupted by LeShawna placing a finger on his lips.

"Enough talking..." She said, leaning in. Harold's heart race quickened, and he leaned in to kiss her also, when suddenly both of their phones went off. Everyone boo'd at them, and threw their drinks at them.

"Turn your damn phones off!" Someone yelled, before throwing his popcorn at them. They both ran out of the theater room, covering themselves with their arms.

"Jerks..." Harold muttered, before answering his phone, when simultaneously LeShawna did the same.

"Is this Harold/LeShawna?" Both of their phones asked them, the only difference between them being obvious.

"Yes, what's it to you?" They both retorted.

"You're being invited to a Total Drama reunion. You know, that show you stalked that ghetto chick/you got yourself a nerdy stalker?"

"Hey!" Them both yelled back, not taking kindly with them messing with their lover.

"Woah, back off. Anyways, it will be taking place at Camp Wawanakwa." The intern then hung up, and Harold and LeShawna turned back, informing each other of the news.

The phone rang relentlessly at Alejandro's house, with no-one answering at first. Finally, his dad walked to the phone, and picked it up.

"Hello?" He said gruffly.

"Hey, is your son Alejandro there?"

The dad sighed sadly. "Well..." He started, a note of sadness in his voice.

Eva was lifting weights at the gym, like she always seemed to do.

"One hundred-eighty eight... One-hundred-eighty nine..." She said to herself, keeping track of how much she was lifting, her I-pod roaring in her ear. Then, the gym door open, and as soon as she saw who it was, her face lit up.

"Hello, sweetheart," Noah said as he walked in, smiling at her. Eva instantly put down the weights she was lifting, and ran over to him.

"Noah!" She, despite herself, squealed. She then instantly cleared her throat, and her voice was returned to normal. "So, you still up for dinner?" She asked, her voice returned to normal.

Now, at this point, you're probably wondering, "is this all made up and just an excuse to bring fannon couples to life?" ... Well, you're correct.

"Of cou--" He was interrupted by his phone ringing mid sentence, and he rolled his eyes. "Hold on, let me get this..." Her phone started ringing at the same time also.

"Yea, me too..." They both answered their phones.

You all know full well by this point what was on the phone, so I'm not going to bother describing it.

Gwen and Duncan were both relaxed, watching some cheesy horror movie at Duncan's house. Not for the scares however, they were laughing at it, surprisingly not breaking up after the show.

"Man, can you see how fake that blood is?" Duncan said, inbetween chuckles.

"I know, right?" Gwen replied, clinging to him, laughing as well. A few minutes later, they laughed at ot again.

"Oh, you know," Duncan stated sarcastically. "Don't call the police, try to stop the murderer on your own, that should work out perfectly fine." Gwen laughed at that comment, and they kissed each other. They smiled at each other, then their phone's went off.

"Ugh..." They both said, at the same time. "Let me get this..." The opened their cell-phones, and it made contact with their ears.

"EEEEEE!" This shrill noise was coming from, to the surprise of nobody, the Katie and Sadie residence.

"Like, ohmigosh, that guy is so totally into you!" Katie squealed.

"Thanks!" Sadie replied. "Now, when do you, like, totally think he's going to ask me out?" She asked.

"Immedietly!" Katie answered. Their phone then rang. "That's totally him!"

"EEEEE!" Sadie sqeualed, as she ran to the phone.

Heather sighed as she lied down on her bed, something, even after a full month, still bothering her.

Did I really deserve this money? She thought. ''After all I did to get it? I led some guy on throughout the entire show, then kicked him in the nuts... I wish I could get some, at least one, chance to apologize...'' Then, by chance, the phone rang, having the reuinion invitation message. She got up, and picked up the phone.

Courtney was at her house, sighing sadly, looking at a picture of Duncan.

You do not still have feeling for the jerk! She scolded herself. He cheated on you, is a jerk, and he understood me, was hot, and-- She caught herself. ''No, no, you hate him! Remember that!'' She then shook her head, and sighed.

"Who am I kidding..." She muttered to herself. "I'd give anything, anything, to have him back..." She sulked sadly, and slid back into her chair, as the phone rang.

Sadly for the viewing audience, the producers couldn't stalk-- I mean film anymore of the clips of them, before the reunion. So, we're going to be forced to, unfortunatly, skip right to before the reuinon, and before we started filming (as far as the contestants know...).

The contestants were all gathered onto Camp Wawanakwa, talking amongst one another.

"How's life been, girl?" LeShawna asked Gwen, curiously.

"Good, good." She stated plainly, clinging to Duncan.

... There was a bunch of other boring chat like that, so we'll only show you the semi-interesting parts:

"Where's Alejandro?" Heather asked, looking around frantically, for being able to apologizing to him was the only reason she bothered showing up.

"Oh, you'll see..." Chris said, showing his gleaming smile, obviously knowing something they didn't. Heather rolled her eyes, but waited.

"Where's Cody?" Sierra asked, for the same reason as Heather, if you replace the Alejandro with Cody. Cody, unknowingly to her, was hiding in a trash can.

"Oh, why did I come here?" He groaned, inside the trash can. Unfortunatly for him however, Sierra heard this, and grabbed him from the trash can.

"Oh, you shouldn't have out in there," Sierra started. "trash cans aren't good for studs like you!" Cody rolled his eyes, and made a failed attempt to get away. He groaned once more, and listened to Sierra ramble on and on about how much she missed him, while meanwhile Courtney was glaring at Gwen and Duncan. Duncan noticed, and turned to her.

"What's wrong 'sweeheart'," He started. "miss me, even after all this time?"

"N- No!" Courtney said, then angrily turned her head away, while Duncan rolled his eyes.

"Come on, acting like that is useless." He said, then turned his head away.

Chris then offically started the reuinion, clapping his hands together.

"Now that you all had time to talk... Let's get started on the real interesting stuff! As Heather, and some others, may have noticed, Alejandro is missing... The reason for that is, well... He killed himself." There were several gasps from the contestants, and Chris took this as his sign to continue. "He lost his lady, the million dollars, got burned severly... So, in the end, he decided he couldn't take it anymore..."

"No- Now I'll never got the chance to apologize..." Heather said, tears forming in the corners of her eyes.

"Let's take a moment of silence..." He waited for about three seconds, then clapped his hands together. "Moment over! Now, we decided to turn his death into a challenge for our amusement, so, what you need to do i--" He was interupted by Heather.

"You're going to make a challenge out of Alejandro suiciding?" She cried.

"Ya..." Geoff started. "I didn't like the dude, but that's a little harsh, dude..." There were murmers of agreement.

"Listen, you don't like it, don't compete," Everyone started walking away. "and miss out on the hundred thousand dollars reward." Everyone suddenly stopped, and pondered over this.

"You can't be serious!" Heather shreiked. "You're going to go along with him making a challenge about Alejandro killing himself? Are you ''serious?"

"Well... A hundred thousand dollars is a-lot of money..." Eva said, looking guiltily at the ground.

"Well, I for one am taking no part in this!" She stomped away, with, surprisingly, no-one following.

"So, what's the challenge?" Tyler finally asked, breaking the silence.

"Actually..." Chris stated. "Heather just won it. The challenge was to see who would have enough moral to actually stand up for him." He tossed her the brief case carrying the money. Heather's eyes widened, then she sighed.

"... I don't want the money, Chris." She said. She then tossed it behind her back. "I don't want to win any challenge being sadistic like that..." Chris was obviously surprised by this.

"I see... In that case..." He grabbed the brief case. "More money for me!" You could hear Ezekiel sighing, losing out on his only chance at redemption. "Too bad that made the reuinion rather short... Ah well, we can use the clips we gained from stalking you!" Everyone's eyes widened, and Chris turned to the camera. "And that's all for this episode of Total Drama World Tour! Next time, we'll be gathering new contestants, and they'll be battling it out here, on Wawanakwa! Who will win? Find out, on Total Drama Revenge of the Island!"

MTDM's Story
(MTDM: Bear with me. I wake up at 6:25 am every morning. It's 2:24 am atm. This ends at 3 pm. I end school today at 1:45 pm. I'll try my hardest to finish this. But, remember, I probably won't.)


 * Setting
 * Takes place straight after the TDWT finale.
 * TDWT reunion.
 * Hawaii.
 * Notes
 * Alejandro is not in this, as he is currently being placed in the Star Wars thingamajiggy.
 * Ezekiel is okay in this story. He didn't fall in the volcano in this world, and is currently not an animal.

Chris was seen somewhere in Hawaii. "See you next season, I guess. Maybe with a whole new cast, 'cause, let's face it, these guys are probably gonna melt." Chris chuckled.

The 25 ex-contestants were swimming as fast as they can, dodging several meteorites. Heather was mad. "I lost..... my money!" Gwen and Leshawna snickered. "Dude," Geoff said. "It'll all be alright. You win some, you lose some." "But I don't lose some!" Heather shouted. "Calm, calm..." A silence was heard. "I'm... calm......" Heather said, trying to calm herself, just as a meteorite fell on her and she sunk to the bottom of the lake. "Dudes, we need to get outta here!" Geoff shouted.

Trent and Duncan swam to Geoff, Gwen, and Leshawna. Leshawna nudged Gwen. "Gurl, they're back." Trent shouted "Gwen!" Duncan kept swimming. What!? Gwen thought. "Gwen, I really miss you," Trent said. "Please, give me one more chance. "Trent, I.... I don't know what to say," Gwen said. "How about 'yes'?" Geoff said. "Ye-" Gwen was cut off as a meteorite crashed on her and Trent, and they both sank to the bottom of the lake. "Keep on moving, bro!" Geoff shouted.

Geoff and Leshawna were catching up to Duncan. Leshawna shouted, "What's with ya'!?" "Seriously, bro," Geoff said. "Wait up." Duncan kept swimming, ignoring them, till he found Courtney, who was with Sierra, Noah, and Cody. "Hiii everyone," Sierra said. "Help me," Cody whispered. "Cody, you do know you can just swim away from her, right?" Noah said, annoyed. "I'm a five-star swimmer," Sierra said. "She's a five-star swimmer," Cody frowned. Noah sighed, and swam away from the group. Courtney sees Duncan, and asks "What are you doing here? And by here, I mean Earth." Duncan said to Courtney, "Oh, nothing..." "Are you trying to win me back? You lost," Courtney said. "Of course not!" Duncan said. "Okay, maybe I am," Duncan said. "The answer is still no!" Courtney shouted. A meteorite fell on Courtney, Duncan and Sierra, and they sunk to the bottom of the lake! "Duuuuude," Geoff said. "Yes!" Cody shouted. The three kept swimming.

Noah caught up to Sadie, Katie, Lindsay, Beth, and Tyler. He sighed. "Hey, Noah!" Sadie said. "Sadie, I was about to say the same thing!" Katie shouted. "Eeee!" Noah covered his ears. "Look Dale, Noah's here!!" Lindsay said. "Tyler," Tyler sighed. "My name is Tyler." "Sorry Tyker!!" Lindsay said, and Tyler sighed. "Lindsay," Beth said. "It's Tyler. Tyler. Tyler. Tyler. Tyler. Tyler. Tyler. Tyler. Tyler. Tyler. Tyler. Tyler. Tyler. Tyler. Tyler. Tyler. Tyler. Tyler. Tyler. Tyler. Tyler. Tyler. Tyler. Tyler. Tyler. Tyler. Tyler. Tyler. Ty-" Beth was cut off as a meteorite hit her an Tyler. The two sunk to the bottom of thr lake. "Belle! Tyker!" Lindsay frowned. "Lindsay, we need to get out of here!" Sadie said. "Like totally!!" Katie said, as Leshawna and Cody caught up to the four. Noah counted the other group. "...where's Geoff?" "Gone..." Cody said. "We have to go!" Noah shouted, as a meteorite hit Katie and Sadie. "Nooooooo!" Lindsay said. "Run, gurl!" Leshawna said to Lindsay.

Leshawna, Lindsay, Noah, and Cody swam, finding Justin, Blaineley, and Bridgette on the way. Bridgette said, "Where's Geoff!? I saw him swim with Leshawna!" "Dead," Blaineley said. "Really!?" "No. I don't know!" "Blaineley's correct," Noah said. "Dude's gone," Leshawna assured. Bridgette started crying. "Gurl, it'll all be alright!" Leshawna said. "R-really?" Bridgette asked. "No, but we need to try!" Leshawna said. "You're... right," Bridgette shouted. "Ahhhhh!" Justin and Blaineley screamed. "What!?" Bridgette said. By the team she turned around, Bridgette found out Blaineley and Justin were hit my meteors. "Swim!!" Leshawna said, but a meteor hit her. "Noooooo!" Lindsay shouted. Bridgete swam a fast as she can.

Owen, Harold, and Izzy were found by Bridgette, Lindsay, Noah, and Cody. Izzy was on Owen's head. "Come on Big-O!" Izzy shouted. "Faster." "I......" Owen panted, "can't......" "Sure you can!" Izzy grinned. "Actually, Izzy, you blacked him out half an hour ago," Harold said. "Nooooo, he's still swimming!" Izzy smiled. Owen fainted, and sunk to the bottom of the lake, right before a meteor hit him. "...now he's blacked out," Izzy said. "Hey, where'd Cody go?" Bridgette asked. "Where'd... Noah go?" Harold asked. "Oh no..." the two said. "They didn't make it," Bridgette said. "This means we have to swim faster!!" Harold shouted. "Um, guys..." Izzy said. Harold and Bridgette looked around them, not knowing where Lindsay was. "She's also gone!?" Bridgette said. "SWIIIIIIM!" Harold shouted.

"Homeschool!" Eva shouted. "What, eh?" Ezekiel said. Bridgette and Izzy heard this, right after seeing a meteorite hit Harold. "Guys!!" Bridgette said, as a meteor hit the lake. "We need to swim!!" Bridgette said. "Okay, eh?" Ezekiel said. "DJ, eh? DJ, eh!? Where'd DJ go, eh?!" Izzy shouted as well, "Where'd Eva go!?" Right after she said that, a meteor hit Izzy. "It's only us, eh?" Ezekiel said. Oh, Lord, Bridgette thought. "Why don't we end our lives with... a kiss?" Ezekiel said, puckering up. Kill me now, please, Lord. Bridgette thought, I beg you!! A meteorite hit Bridgette and she sunk to the bottom of the lake. "Bridgette, eh?" Ezekiel said, concerned.

A helicopter came soaring from above. "Congratulations, Ezekiel!!" a familiar voice said. It was Chris. The helicopter went down. "What'd I win, eh?" Ezekiel said. "You never died, so you win a chance to be on the next season!" Chris said. "What about all that pineapple-volcano stuff, eh?" Ezekiel said. "You really think I'm dumb enough to not know that pineapples affect volcanoes?" Chris said. "It was all part of the show!" "Okay, eh?" Ezekiel said. Thirteen people came out of the helicopter. "These are the people you will be competing with!" Chris said. "Zeke is in it, to win it!" Ezekiel said. "He didn't say 'eh'!" a future contestant said. "You fourteen will be staying on the island we used in season one! Which is probably radioactive, since we ditched it for three years, now that you think about it," Chris said. The future contestants applauded. "See you next time on..........." "Total." "Drama. "Revenge of the Island!!" Chris enthused.

(MTDM: I didn't think I could do it........ but I did........)

Toad's Story
<p style="text-align:center">The Reunion

<p style="text-align:center">Takes Place: 5 Hours After TDWT Ends

<p style="text-align:center">Characters: Everyone in TD. 

"Hello, everyone." says Chris McLean, dressed in a black robe. He is in a dimly lit room with oil candles surrounding him, and an ominous robot looming behind him.

"This is Alejandro." says Chris. "Remember, the lava incident? He's gonna be in this baby for three months."

The contestants murmur. LeShawna begins to whoop for joy, and Heather snickers evilly.

"We've sort of gotten tired of you guys." says Chris. "We're thinking of creating a new season, with thirteen new characters."

"Wait, so I only got to compete in one season? What a rip-off." says Eva.

"Some of you will be returning as interns." says Chris.

"Whoo! Fourth season, baby!" says Owen happily.

"The next season will be taking place at Camp Wawanakwa, but nuclear hazards have made it radioactive. Yep, you heard me right." says Chris.

(TBC)

Aimer's Story
The Mission

Characters: Ezekiel

Setting: On the Island Where the Volcano is Located

Many years had passed since the eruption of the volcano. The Total Drama series had ended a long time ago, and all of the past contestants were long gone from reality television. They lived quiet lives, making money so they could raise families. It seems that any kind of drama from the grown-up teens was over. Until one day, seven years after that Total Drama World Tour finale, a lone person arose from his sleep. His everlasting unconscious sleep was finally terminated after so many years. Ever since he was thrown out of the volcano and smashed into the sea, everyone thought he had died. However, this proved to be wrong when he finally awakened, seven years later. He was lying on the beach, wearing the same clothes he had on before. They were way too small on him but it would be enough to not have to censor on television. Here was Ezekiel, the home-schooled, sheltered boy. When his eyes opened his first words rang clear and strong to the entire viewing population.

"Eh!"

The viewers cheered in joy. The show was beginning with a bang. No one even believed he would wake up, but with this, their minds were changed. This wasn't a quiet event. Ever since the Total Drama series was sued for transforming Ezekiel into a monster and then "killing" him, many people had went to jail. Chris McLean spent years fighting jail, using every lawyer and trick in the book he had. However, after six and a half years, he was convicted for his crime and was sentenced to life in prison. Chris would not go down quietly. After a couple weeks, he brought his case to the Supreme Court and claimed that He had never killed Ezekiel. He claimed that the home-schooled guy was still alive somewhere in Hawaii. It seemed that Chris' case would end in him returning to jail, but the impossible happened. Chris was given a week to find Ezekiel, and prove he had not let him die. after another six months, Chris was released from jail with a week to prove his crimes wrong.

Chris had spent three days tracking him down. He went through jungles, climbed over volcanoes, crossed rivers, but found nothing. His results were being televised to the world, and everyone could see the desperation in Chris' face after he had found nothing. All seemed lost, until, on the fourth day, Chris stumbled into an area with a lake.

He quickly went to the water and drank his fill. Traveling in these harsh conditions made water seem like gold. He lapped the water up like a dog, scooping it greedily until his hand brushed against something strange. He quickly jerked his hand back, terrified of the strange thing he had just touched. Chris quickly stood back, but then noticed right away what he had touched. Thirst for water had blinded him from what was right in front of him. It was a man, or what was left of one. His clothes were torn and extremely small as if they were for a teenager.

"What adult wears teenager clothes?" Chris muttered. He thought of how stupid this was and how he should be relaxing in a spa. It reminded him of the spa on the jumbo jet. It was too bad it was destroyed. "Those stupid teenagers" he shouted. "They made my life miserable! And now I have to find one on this stupid island!"

While he was ranting, the camera crew decided to video the body in the water. It was floating face up, allowing whoever it was to breathe. The man was clearly out cold. His skin was a greenish complexion but it seemed as if it used to be pale. All of a sudden a scream loosed from Chris as he realized something important.

"Oh my god! That body! It's Ezekiel! We did it! I can go home now!!" He screamed. "Now I can go back to my spa trips and abusing of teenagers on reality television! Wait, is the video still rolling? No! Stop! Don't air this!" He blocked the camera from capturing any more footage. Minutes later, he received a call from his new producers, telling him some dreadful news.

"What?!" Chris yelled. "Are you saying that finding him was not enough?! I spent three days out here and months in jail! I am not going back to that! I want to run a reality show so I can get paid again!"

The phone call kept going for another fifteen minutes until Chris finally gave up. He was told he was also charged for turning a teenager into a "monster." This crime of torture would also need to be wiped clean in order to be released. He had four more days to bring Ezekiel back to his old self, or life in jail would continue.

After a day of frustrated nurturing for the unconscious Ezekiel, the guy finally awoke and said his first words. The crowd cheered and kept their eyes glued to the screen, wondering if Chris would succeed in turning Ezekiel back into a normal person.

Very little progress was made. After two more days, Ezekiel was learning basic speech and his skin complexion was paling again but he still was not normal. He kept babbling about this "treasure" that he needed, often running away as if he was searching for it. Chris almost gave up on his chances of leaving jail until he stumbled upon a miracle.

Chris had asked for food to give Ezekiel, hoping it would bring him to his senses. A helicopter flew by, dropping a briefcase filled with the supplies. Chris scampered over to the case, and brought it over to Ezekiel. All of a sudden, Ezekiel's eyes beamed and his expression changed completely. He lunged for the case and pulled it out of Chris' arms, cradling it like a baby. However, when the monster opened the case, all he found in it was food and quickly screamed in agony. Ezekiel threw the case at Chris, pounding the ground in anger. Chris stood in awe, confused at what just happened. Surely this must be a clue to why Ezekiel had been transformed into such a monster? Suddenly he realized the answer; the briefcase represented the one filled with money at the end of Total Drama World Tour. Chris whipped out his phone at the speed of light.

"Producers! Give me another briefcase! Filled with money this time pronto!" He shouted. "What? You won't give me any more? You are saying that I blew the budget?! I hate you all! I just want to go home! Give me the money now!"

Ezekiel was getting worse. His skin complexion was already turning a green hue again and all of his English was gone. It was now or never. Chris was losing total control. He felt the pocket change in his pocket and stared at Ezekiel in pain. He wanted to just go home, but he hated giving his money away. Especially to someone who used to be a teenager he abused. He never gave them money in the show, why should he give them some now? He knew what he had to do, no matter how selfish and greedy he wanted to be. He put some money into the briefcase and threw it at Ezekiel. The beast instantly recognized the smell of money and calmed down.

On the last day of Chris' mission, Ezekiel finally became normal again. Well, as normal as you would call a home schooled man who has no social life. But that was enough, Chris was set free and he lived happily ever after.

"Oh my god!" a voice shouted in between laughs. He was staring at the screen along with a few other people around the same age. "That was so much fun to do! We finally got our revenge on Chris McLean!"

"Calm down Noah. Yes that was extremely hilarious, but let’s not gets ahead of ourselves. We still need to reveal to the viewing audience the truth behind this practical joke" a woman said.

"Be quiet Gwen! We deserved this! I lost my hair because of him!" shouted another woman.

"Oh, can it Heather!" said Gwen. "You know you deserved that!"

"Well I for one enjoyed that bit of revenge on Chris" Heather said. I'm glad everyone who competed in that horrible show sponsored this hilarious plan. We made Chris suffer like we did! I only wish we did not have to save that home schooled loser!"

"Oh Heather," Noah said, rolling his eyes. "You always want more to go your way. I'm going to go now, Later losers."

Suddenly, another woman burst in. "What?!" she screamed. "You watched it without me! I was in the bathroom! You jerk! I am calling my lawyer right now!"

"Ugh," Gwen said. "Now I now why I was so glad to leave all of you. Later!"

Everyone left the room in anger. Even plotting revenge on a common enemy still brought bitter emotions from their dark past in Total Drama. "Well tomorrow will be a great day!" they all thought while departing separately. "We will reveal to the world the truth and have fun watching Chris squirm. This will be great!"

And so, the great mission of plotting revenge on Chris was a success. It seemed like all loose ends were now tied. Now, they had the rest of time to live away from the people they hated so much and enjoy their lives.

THE END

CD-TDA's Story
“Three, two, one… and we’re on,” a shaggy intern signaled to Chris McLean. The cast of Total Drama World Tour had been stranded for several days in Hawaii. After the Total Drama World Tour finale, a dormant volcano - Mt. Lukalukaleli - had erupted after Chris had instructed the final two of the season, Heather & Alejandro, to dump their dummies constructed out of driftwood and pineapples, into the volcano. Little did Chris know that pineapples and lava were not a good mix. The whole island then began to tremble, and the contestants of Total Drama World Tour had to run away from the island to the nearby sea. Alejandro had been trampled by the other contestants, and then covered by an avalanche of lava while Ezekiel & Blaineley’s whereabouts were unknown.

“Way to go, Chef!” Chris whined, as a camera crew member focused the camera on him. “Thanks to your stupid challenge idea, we’re stranded in the middle of nowhere! And, no, we’re not in Alberta this time,” Chris groaned, pacing around on a formerly sandy beach of Hawaii, which was now filled with gigantic boulders. "What did I do!?" Chef Hatchet screamed. After a brief pause, Chris muttered, "Cutlery-fingers." Chef over-dramatically gasped, "Hairgel-brain!" "Chintastic Mr. Chin!" Chris retorted. "Sissy!" Chef shot back. "Guys, chill out. We're not gonna get anything done unless we work together!" Cody stated, trying to get peace With a simple backhand slap, Chef sent Cody propelling backwards into a palm tree. Subsequently, a coconut fell off the palm tree onto Cody's head. Duncan chuckled from afar, earning a glare from Sierra. "Well, what are we gonna do, dudes? We're stranded here," Geoff frowned. "There's always coconuts. Mmmmm, coconuts," Owen drooled, before being slapped by Courtney. "Focus, Owen! We need to think of a way to get out of here!" Courtney snapped. "Well, how 'bout those speedboats? The ones Cody, Al and Heather used to get here?" Trent suggested. "Cody's ran out of fuel. Alejandro's blew up, and Heather's is pretty much busted," Duncan sneered. "This bites," DJ scowled. "What about Chris' helicopter?" Chef grinned. Chris' eyes widened, "What!? Keep dreaming! That's just mine. Off-limits to anyone." "'Kay, then. I guess we'll just be stuck in Hawaii forever. With no money, no cameras and no hair products," Heather beamed. Chris rolled his eyes, "Alright, fine! I'll let you write in my helicopter, with one condition. No Ezekiel and no Mr. Drama Machine, 'kay?" "I'm alright with that," Trent shrugged. "So, where's your helicopter at?" Cody asked. "Oh, my helicopter? I thought you said highlighter. Yeah, my helicopter, it's in Tijuana. Anyone wanna go there swimming?" Chris chuckled. Duncan jerked his finger at DJ, "Deej over does. Anyone remember Island? He totally rocked the canoe challenge." "Uh, thanks. I don't think I'll be doing any more swimming any time soon, though," DJ said, scratching the back of his head. Courtney started, "Well, this is just great. We're stuck in Hawaii-" "With coconuts!" Owen interrupted. "Right. With coconuts. We have no methods of transportation, and we're all gonna die!" Courtney screamed. "It could be worse. You know, it could be raining," Sierra laughed. After a brief pause, Sierra added. "See? It's not."

(To be continued. I'm in a storm and my internet connection is about to go out.)

KG's Story
NOTE: Alejandro isn't in the Drama Machine, he's just severely burned.

"Is she okay?!" Alejandro shouted from the shoreline. Heather surfaced and growled, "Oh, what do you care?" LeShawna swam over to Heather and hugged her. "Ooh, girl, I thought you was dead! Now, I know we ain't tight, but I can't see no one just explode on me like that." Heather pushed LeShawna away and rolled her eyes. "Well, what do we do now?! My million's gone, we're stuck in Hawaii, Alejandro and Ezekiel are on their deathbeds..." "Well, when you put it like that, I'd say we're screwed," Duncan stated. Courtney splashed water at him. "Ugh, you're so optimistic." Gwen shifted uncomfortably, and bumped into Trent. The former couple awkwardly stared at each other, and Trent began, "Um... hey." Gwen began to say something, but Duncan pulled her over and grinned, "See, this is why I chose Gwen over you, Courtney. You yellow my mellow. She reddens my settings." Courtney shrieked, "That barely makes any sense!" "It doesn't have to!" Duncan shot back. Suddenly, the two of them were left alone, as the rest of the group had began swimming back to the shore. "Oh, way to go, Duncan!" Courtney roared, swimming. "Don't blame this on me! It was your constant yakking that got us here in the first place!" Duncan said, annoyed. The argument trailed on as they reached the shore.

There, everyone awkwardly huddled together. "Is everyone, like, okay?" Lindsay asked, ignoring Alejandro. "I'm not!" Alejandro shouted, pointing to several burn mars in his body. Lindsay gasped, "Oh my gosh, if we need to find food, we can use Alejandro as a frying pan!" Alejandro buried his head in the sand and groaned, as Sierra walked over with several fish in her hands. "Whoa, Sierra, what have you been up to?" Cody smiled. Sierra giggled, "I'm a fifth-generation fish expert. The Hawaiian waters usually carry fish six feet below sea level, near the warm climates. I mean, anyone should know that." "We don't care, just give us the food!" Heather demanded. "No! This food is for me and Codykins," Sierra frowned, pulling Cody to her side. Cody chuckled nervously and suggested, "Uh, maybe we can share one or two fish?" Sierra's eyes began to water. "After all they've done to you?" A montage of clips showed, recapping every moment that someone has hurt or betrayed Cody in the past. Cody smiled. "Maybe not."

Plat's Story
She Did Not


 * Characters
 * Heather (The Protagonist/Winner of Total Drama World Tour)
 * Alejandro (Second Place of Total Drama World Tour; Interested in Heather)
 * Chris (The Self-Obsessed host of Total Drama)
 * The Supreme Ruler/Overlord (Rules over life in the afterlife)
 * Gwen (Heather's enemy)
 * Duncan (The Delinquent)
 * Blainely (Blain-Blain-Blain-Blain-Blainerific is her name)
 * Cody (Mentioned once in this entire story)
 * Setting/Important Notes
 * Takes place after "Hawaiian Punch" in which Heather won the game but lost the money, due to it falling into a volcano
 * Revolves around the scene in which Heather was about to be hit be a meteor
 * This is completely fictional. Unrealistic events will occur in this fanfiction.
 * This story makes use of cartoon physics. Like Owen's dream in "Trial By Tri-Armed Triathlon" or his swimming up a waterfall in "The Big Sleep", this is an event in which can not happen in reality.

I can't believe it...

Well, first let me introduce myself. My name is Heather Yukimori, the winner of Total Drama World Tour. Even though I was hated for my evil actions in season 1, I fought my way to the top by turning my teammates against each other and used some to my advantage. I am 16 years of age.

Now, have you ever wondered, what is it like after you leave this planet? What is life after death?

I am a victim. I am a victim of what has taken billions of lives.

Death.

Now, you might wonder, how would I die at such a young age?

Volcanic rock.

At least it's a cool way to die. Everyone else in the afterlife died by old age. It's good to be young and good-looking because the way you are the moment before you die is your spiritual form in the afterlife.

I've been here for about six months, watching from above. I'm quite interested in this new season Chris is creating: Total Drama Revenge of the Island. It sounds interesting, and I'm glad that they mixed up the cast so I don't have to see Gwen on the television for another season.

In fact, I'll show you the time in place where I died after Total Drama World Tour.

Everything was going well up to this point in time. In fact, I remember it like it was yesterday...

<p style="text-align:center">Hawaiian Punch

"A little something called victory!" I yelled, as I kicked Alejandro in the "kiwis".

Alejandro fell onto an ice cube as I smacked him down the mountain.

"Yes! Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!" I screamed in victory.

It was the greatest feeling of my life. I finally eliminated the most hus-, I mean, evil, manipulative, slimy, eel-like person in the game, while obtaining the million dollar prize.

However, the local population became involved.

"You know you're not supposed to throw pineapples into the volcano!" yelled one of the Hawaiian natives.

Even worse, a menace appeared: Ezekiel.

He wrestled me for the million dollars.

"Blargh!" he grunted, as he stole my case and my hard earned profit away from me, and fell into the volcano.

"Wow, didn't see that one coming," mocks Chris. "Anyways, run!"

The entire Total Drama cast (including Blainely, who was in a stretcher) started to run from the impending lava. We ran by as Alejandro was still recovering from when I hit him in the kiwis.

"Wow," I thought in my mind. "I have a lot of strength. Go Heather!"

As I continued to run, the lave was about to hit us. Fortunately, we made it to the ocean just in time.

However, I was still frustrated, and became infuriated when I saw Chris and Chef trying to escape in a boat.

"...and probably with a whole new cast, because, let's face it, these guys are probably done for," says Chris.

The irony of that statement. He wouldn't have thought it was funny since I'm now dead because of Total Drama.

Luckily, Ezekiel shot out of the volcano (somehow unharmed) and crashed into the boat. The boat sank, and the entire Total Drama cast laughed.

Well, almost all. It's still unknown what happened to Alejandro and Blainely. I know now that Alejandro survived but had to be put in a robotic suit, while Blainely died along with me, sinking to the bottom of the ocean in a stretcher.

This was my grave mistake coming up here.

For some reason, I was arrogant. I decided to pause for a second, as I still wanted my million dollar prize. If I were to replay that moment, my life was worth much more to me than a million dollars.

"Hello, where's my prize?" I asked, as I looked up.

This giant volcanic rock, blazing with fire was hurling toward me.

That was when it was over. I tried to swim away.

I failed.

Anyways, life in the afterlife is not that bad. I mean, I still can look at how everyone else turned out.

Unsurprisingly, Gwen and Duncan broke up. Cody tried to comfort her, but inevitably failed.

Not much else has happened, as I relax with Blainely, sharing my story. It's rare to see anyone my age here though. Most of the people died of old age or at birth. Even though there are people my age, most of them died due to drunk driving.

If only I could have a second chance.

It's never happened before, but I heard there is a way out of the afterlife.

You had to defy many laws of physics. It was nearly impossible.

I could try.

"If I were to theoretically kill myself, I would go back to the existing world."

That is a common belief in this place, although no one has tried it yet.

Why?

Problem is, people are unsure of what will happen. Scientists say, there is a 99% chance that your soul would disappear.

Not even the crazy people would try that. It would be too risky.

Should I do it? Should I be the brave soul willing to take the risk?

How would I kill myself? You can not be hurt in the afterlife: there are special rules here. You have to ask The Supreme Ruler if I wanted to do that since there is nothing you could kill yourself with in heaven. I walked into the palace.

"Hello, my name is Heather Yukimori," I say.

"Why are you requesting a discussion with The Supreme Ruler?" he asks menacingly.

There were a list of requests near his foot. I picked up the scroll, and chose my selection.

"Request 54..." I mutter.

"I forbid you to choose that choice," says The Supreme Overlord. "It would not succeed."

"Can I at least try?" I ask.

"You must defeat me in a duel in order for it to activate," says the supreme overlord.

Well, there was no turning back now. Two swords magically appeared out of thin air. I was shocked at first, but realized that this was heaven.

"Are you ready to duel?" asks the overlord.

"Well, there is one thing you overlooked," I snicker.

I grabbed the sword and plunged it into my chest.

"What? How could you...this is not possible," he says in fear.

<p style="text-align:center">My soul left my body...

I panted as I walked up the edge of the volcano. Alejandro was at the top, waiting for me. I was exhausted, and saw the look of win in his eyes. However, I have experienced this before; I know what to do. However, I can't risk it. My arrogance will get to me again.

<p style="text-align:center">I'll just stick with an alternate ending.

Sunsummer7's Story
Hawaiian Punch: The Aftermath!

Alejandro, Heather, and Ezekiel are getting some serious medical attention in the hospital. The rest were unharmed, with only minor injuries. Blaineley almost drowned, but Bruno went to rescue her (only to chew on her head again).

A still feral Ezekiel was sent to room thirty-one in the hospital, but Alejandro and Heather were in room thirty, right next to each other.

"See what happend to me because of you?" Alejandro asked Heather, weakly.

"Yeah, but I got injured, too, didn't I?" Heather asked him back.

"Yes, you did. But you just got hit in the head with a rock. I was burnt by lava, and had to get put in a machine." Alejandro responded.

"Which was only for a few minutes, by the way." Heather shot back.

"You know, I'm getting sick of fighting with you. It's starting to get old. So can't we just make up?" Alejandro asked.

"Yeah, I guess." Heather replied.

Meanwhile, in room thirty-one, Ezekiel was still feral.

"BLARGH!" Ezekiel yelled.

"We're going to need five docters to hold him down." said the nurse.

The five docters did so, reluctantly. And Ezekiel was tranquilized.

About two hours later, Ezekiel woke up, as good as new.

"Where am I, eh?" he asked.

But no one was there, so Ezekiel just tried to walk home.

Chris was getting crushed by lawsuits, but before he wasn't able to make a fourth season, the cast healed. So he stopped getting sued.

The cast went on a final get-together dinner at Olive Garden. Chris offered them a fourth season, but the cast heavily rejected.

"Fine. Because I have third-teen newbies!" Chris said.

"Was that just to make us feel worse?" Heather asked.

"Yes. Yes it was." Chris responded.

"What a suprise." Noah said in sarcasm.

Chris turns to the viewers.

"So toon in! For... TOTAL... DRAMA... REVENGE OF THE ISLAND!" Chris said.

Judging Two
BB: I'm callin' the shots this time, mwahahahahahahaha! Heh, no, I'm kidding, Nalyd said I could do this. Reddy will be judging the Gopher team and I will be judging the Bass team (again). Due to circumstances I'm not going to go into, I will have to do my judging either tonight or Sunday afternoon. As for Reddy, I'm not sure.

Reddy's Reviews
Sorry if they’re vague; you try judging seven ungrateful (jk) users who write long stories…
 * AJ – Creative! I liked how it was different from most reunions. I also liked Chris announcing not one, but TWO new season. Though, a bit of a note; speaking and/or thinking parts should have their own paragraphs unless they’re by the same character. 8/10
 * Cod – This seemed long. It had good plot, though. But you didn’t finish! Dx 6/10
 * LF – Nice reunion. I LOL’d at the Monopoly money! XD 9/10
 * MrD – I liked the back stories of the contestants. However, continuity error; Heather lost the money, how could she give it away? :o 8/10
 * MTDM – Interesting. That’s all,sorry… XD 8/10
 * Neko – No story, No review. 0/10
 * Toad – Great story, but incomplete. 5/10

BB's Reviews
Will be done Saturday night or Sunday afternoon.