Also, before every chapter, I will write citations that inspired me to write that specific chapter :3
The official note of officialness, which is very official:
This is a completely AU story, in which the TD cast go to the same high school, and they're in the junior an :D
I don't own Total Drama. If I did, there would be no drama ^.^
Quote of the chapter: When you're gone, the pieces of my cœur, coeur are missing you, Avril Lavigne, 'When you're gone'
Please, enjoy! :D
Gwen's P.O.V
I sat down in the cafeteria, suivant to my friends. Bridgette and Geoff were making out, as usual, Leshawna and DJ were talking abuot something, Leshawna blushing a little and Duncan was carving something in the table, while Cody tried to get away from Sierra, and Trent was writing. Probably a new song knowing Trent.
"Hey Gwen, are toi alright?" I looked at Cody.
"Sure. How about you?" I asked, smiling slightly. I knew Cody had a crush on me, but I made it clear to him that I don't like him that way, and honestly, I was fine with being just Friends with him.
"Great-" He screamed when Sierra started to pull his hair out.
"Oh lookie isn't this cute. The stalker and her pray. Cody when will toi admit toi prefer guys?" I didn't even bother turning around, since I would always recognize this voice. Heather Chan. Once my best friend, now my enemy.
"Oh lookie isn't this pathetic. Little Heather doesn't have any friends, and needs to come to us to feel better." Duncan shot back, still carving. Heather 'hmphed' and walked away, when we heard principal McClean's voice booming through the speakers.
"Heather Chang and Gwen Saliander, come to my office now." I looked my friends, raising one eyebrow up.
"Gwen, brah, did toi do something with that witch?" Asked Geoff, but I shook my head, before standing up.
"I'll fill toi in later." I said, walking towards the entry to a hallway where, I knew, was the entry to our principal's office. Once inside, I glared at Heather, and she replied with the same. Our principal, Chris McClean looked at one, then at the other.
"Girls, I told toi to come here because," he took a deep breath in, "I wanted toi to meet someone." He gestuted towards a man sitting in the corner of the room. The man stood up and turned out to be a police oficer. He had mocha skin, brown hair and black eyes. I gulped, knowing par my experience that if toi got in trouble with the police, toi were pretty much screwed.
I didn't anticipate he would ask us to sit down comfortably and look at us pitifully. Somehow, being the victim didn't help me much.
"Girls, toi might not know me, but I am oficer Rodriguez. I'm sorry I must tell toi such dire news, but not telling toi would be even worse. Your parents have been foundtoday at central park. They were fragment there, their throats cut In half." He stopped, clearly waiting for our reactions. After a moment, the information dawned upon me.
"No. No, I- I refuse to believe it." I a dit standing up, tears welling up in my eyes.
"This isn't happening! Come on, tell me this is some kind of a sick joke of yours." Heather's expression mirrored mine. He shook his head.
"I have to ask toi some questions, but I need some privacy for these. I will start with Miss Chang." I risked a glance at Heather, but she seemed numb. Really, she just sat there, looking at the ground. Pity took over me. For the first time, I was in a situation where Heather and I understood each other perfectly. I put my hand on her shoulder in a reassuring manner, then, with a sigh I left the office, trying hard not to cry. I just couldn't believe it. My mother was the only person who truly loved me. Principal McClean looked at me, uneasy, but I couldn't care less. My family was dead. Sure, I only lived with my mother, but I knew my father and my brother Kevin didn't care about me. They were somewhere in Australia, and we didn't keep any contact. One tear escaped my eyes, and was soon followed par many others. I felt somebody pat my shoulder in a reassuring manner. I looked behind me, and saw Heather. She showed me the doors of the office.
"Good luck." I heard her whisper. I came inside. Mr. Rodriguez was inside, sitting at the other side of the principal's desk. When he heard me come in, he gestured the chair on my side of the desk. I sat down, and he sighed.
"I am really sorry for your loss, but I need to know about your background first."
"Well, my parents are divorced, my father and my younger brother Kevin live in Australia..." He noted it down in some kind of a notebook.
"Where did your mother work?"
"At a local 'Tesco'. She was a cashier there."
"Did she have any contact with 's parents?"
"No, I don't think so..."
"Did she have any contacts with any criminals of some sort?"
I could only shake my head.
"If toi had the chance to live with your father and brother, would toi want to?" He looked up at me.
"No." He looked perplexed par my answer, but noted it down before standing up.
" Now, I have an important phone call to make, so please." He gestured towards the exit, and I went out numbly. I explained to Chris that had an important call, but before I could drown myself in the memories of my mother, went out, and gestured for all three of us to come back in. Heather and I sat on the chairs facing him. He massaged his templates.
"We have two choices. Either toi go to a child's home, and wait to be adopted, ou toi could share an apartment together, and continue your education here." He told us. Heather was the first one to speak up.
"I think I'd rather share an apartment with Gwen then go to a child's house." Her voice was cracked, but in her eyes was the same old determination as always. I pondered. If I'd choose the child's house, I could wait months, even years to get adopted. And if I share an apartment with Heather, I could déplacer out after graduation. The only problem was that I couldn't stand Heather. Better one Heather in one apartment rather than a lot of people like Heather in the child's house.
"I agree with Heather." My voice was raspy and cracked. Mr. Rodriguez stood up.
"Great. We already have one prepared. It might not be what toi are used to, and the police will check on toi regularly, but it's better than most.. Today, tomorrow and during the weekend you'll take all your belongings there." As we walked down the hallways, now all empty, I decided to talk to Heather.
"Why did toi choose sharing an apartment with me, rather than child's house?" I whispered to her.
She looked away and for some moments I thought that she was ignoring me, but then I heard her whisper.
"I though that staying here would make it easier to, toi know, pretend that nothing happened."
I stood there, as she walked faster to catch up with Mr. Rodriguez. I sighed. Nothing will ever be the same. I shook my head and followed them.
Hey, what do toi think about it? Cool? Weird? Please tell me if it was too OOC.
The official note of officialness, which is very official:
This is a completely AU story, in which the TD cast go to the same high school, and they're in the junior an :D
I don't own Total Drama. If I did, there would be no drama ^.^
Quote of the chapter: When you're gone, the pieces of my cœur, coeur are missing you, Avril Lavigne, 'When you're gone'
Please, enjoy! :D
Gwen's P.O.V
I sat down in the cafeteria, suivant to my friends. Bridgette and Geoff were making out, as usual, Leshawna and DJ were talking abuot something, Leshawna blushing a little and Duncan was carving something in the table, while Cody tried to get away from Sierra, and Trent was writing. Probably a new song knowing Trent.
"Hey Gwen, are toi alright?" I looked at Cody.
"Sure. How about you?" I asked, smiling slightly. I knew Cody had a crush on me, but I made it clear to him that I don't like him that way, and honestly, I was fine with being just Friends with him.
"Great-" He screamed when Sierra started to pull his hair out.
"Oh lookie isn't this cute. The stalker and her pray. Cody when will toi admit toi prefer guys?" I didn't even bother turning around, since I would always recognize this voice. Heather Chan. Once my best friend, now my enemy.
"Oh lookie isn't this pathetic. Little Heather doesn't have any friends, and needs to come to us to feel better." Duncan shot back, still carving. Heather 'hmphed' and walked away, when we heard principal McClean's voice booming through the speakers.
"Heather Chang and Gwen Saliander, come to my office now." I looked my friends, raising one eyebrow up.
"Gwen, brah, did toi do something with that witch?" Asked Geoff, but I shook my head, before standing up.
"I'll fill toi in later." I said, walking towards the entry to a hallway where, I knew, was the entry to our principal's office. Once inside, I glared at Heather, and she replied with the same. Our principal, Chris McClean looked at one, then at the other.
"Girls, I told toi to come here because," he took a deep breath in, "I wanted toi to meet someone." He gestuted towards a man sitting in the corner of the room. The man stood up and turned out to be a police oficer. He had mocha skin, brown hair and black eyes. I gulped, knowing par my experience that if toi got in trouble with the police, toi were pretty much screwed.
I didn't anticipate he would ask us to sit down comfortably and look at us pitifully. Somehow, being the victim didn't help me much.
"Girls, toi might not know me, but I am oficer Rodriguez. I'm sorry I must tell toi such dire news, but not telling toi would be even worse. Your parents have been foundtoday at central park. They were fragment there, their throats cut In half." He stopped, clearly waiting for our reactions. After a moment, the information dawned upon me.
"No. No, I- I refuse to believe it." I a dit standing up, tears welling up in my eyes.
"This isn't happening! Come on, tell me this is some kind of a sick joke of yours." Heather's expression mirrored mine. He shook his head.
"I have to ask toi some questions, but I need some privacy for these. I will start with Miss Chang." I risked a glance at Heather, but she seemed numb. Really, she just sat there, looking at the ground. Pity took over me. For the first time, I was in a situation where Heather and I understood each other perfectly. I put my hand on her shoulder in a reassuring manner, then, with a sigh I left the office, trying hard not to cry. I just couldn't believe it. My mother was the only person who truly loved me. Principal McClean looked at me, uneasy, but I couldn't care less. My family was dead. Sure, I only lived with my mother, but I knew my father and my brother Kevin didn't care about me. They were somewhere in Australia, and we didn't keep any contact. One tear escaped my eyes, and was soon followed par many others. I felt somebody pat my shoulder in a reassuring manner. I looked behind me, and saw Heather. She showed me the doors of the office.
"Good luck." I heard her whisper. I came inside. Mr. Rodriguez was inside, sitting at the other side of the principal's desk. When he heard me come in, he gestured the chair on my side of the desk. I sat down, and he sighed.
"I am really sorry for your loss, but I need to know about your background first."
"Well, my parents are divorced, my father and my younger brother Kevin live in Australia..." He noted it down in some kind of a notebook.
"Where did your mother work?"
"At a local 'Tesco'. She was a cashier there."
"Did she have any contact with 's parents?"
"No, I don't think so..."
"Did she have any contacts with any criminals of some sort?"
I could only shake my head.
"If toi had the chance to live with your father and brother, would toi want to?" He looked up at me.
"No." He looked perplexed par my answer, but noted it down before standing up.
" Now, I have an important phone call to make, so please." He gestured towards the exit, and I went out numbly. I explained to Chris that had an important call, but before I could drown myself in the memories of my mother, went out, and gestured for all three of us to come back in. Heather and I sat on the chairs facing him. He massaged his templates.
"We have two choices. Either toi go to a child's home, and wait to be adopted, ou toi could share an apartment together, and continue your education here." He told us. Heather was the first one to speak up.
"I think I'd rather share an apartment with Gwen then go to a child's house." Her voice was cracked, but in her eyes was the same old determination as always. I pondered. If I'd choose the child's house, I could wait months, even years to get adopted. And if I share an apartment with Heather, I could déplacer out after graduation. The only problem was that I couldn't stand Heather. Better one Heather in one apartment rather than a lot of people like Heather in the child's house.
"I agree with Heather." My voice was raspy and cracked. Mr. Rodriguez stood up.
"Great. We already have one prepared. It might not be what toi are used to, and the police will check on toi regularly, but it's better than most.. Today, tomorrow and during the weekend you'll take all your belongings there." As we walked down the hallways, now all empty, I decided to talk to Heather.
"Why did toi choose sharing an apartment with me, rather than child's house?" I whispered to her.
She looked away and for some moments I thought that she was ignoring me, but then I heard her whisper.
"I though that staying here would make it easier to, toi know, pretend that nothing happened."
I stood there, as she walked faster to catch up with Mr. Rodriguez. I sighed. Nothing will ever be the same. I shook my head and followed them.
Hey, what do toi think about it? Cool? Weird? Please tell me if it was too OOC.
salut its brooke wat is up!!! back from work. i miss my brother. I was thinking about how he was when I met him.
one of the first conversations we had was when I saw him steal something. we just got our allowances then he bought this chips & soda. he ran out of money. he needed some batteries. he a volé, étole them.
"Duncan. Don't. I'll pay for them." I a dit in my 11 an old voice
"NO. It wouldn't be the same, plus that would take away your money." he a dit in his 14 an old voice
"Um, Duncan. Your the only one in our family who's a criminal?" I asked
"Yeah. Why?"
"Don't toi ever feel alone?"
He stopped and looked at me.
"Why do toi want to know?" he asked. he started to scare me.
"N-No reason. I was just curious. I mean, I feel a little alone cause I don't want to be a cop. Don't you?"
"listen don't worry about me. Just go home." he replied
"Um, OK."
"Hey Brooke?"
"Yes Duncan?"
"Thanks."
That was the first real conversation we had.
Well, I have to go. Job.
STAY JUVENILE!!!
one of the first conversations we had was when I saw him steal something. we just got our allowances then he bought this chips & soda. he ran out of money. he needed some batteries. he a volé, étole them.
"Duncan. Don't. I'll pay for them." I a dit in my 11 an old voice
"NO. It wouldn't be the same, plus that would take away your money." he a dit in his 14 an old voice
"Um, Duncan. Your the only one in our family who's a criminal?" I asked
"Yeah. Why?"
"Don't toi ever feel alone?"
He stopped and looked at me.
"Why do toi want to know?" he asked. he started to scare me.
"N-No reason. I was just curious. I mean, I feel a little alone cause I don't want to be a cop. Don't you?"
"listen don't worry about me. Just go home." he replied
"Um, OK."
"Hey Brooke?"
"Yes Duncan?"
"Thanks."
That was the first real conversation we had.
Well, I have to go. Job.
STAY JUVENILE!!!
salut its Brooke to continue the story of Duncan & Courtney!
Last time Duncan told me he didn't know what to give her. I recommend to him to sing to her. he totally freaked but considered it. I told him i would send a collier to him to give to her.
Juvenile Girl: So how'd it go?
Juve Dude: OK. She was touched when i sang to her & she went crazy for the necklace. but...
Juvenile Girl: WHAT?
Juve Dude: I couldn't Kiss her. i was to scared
Juvenile Girl: DUDE!!! SO SHE DIDN"T GET A KISS?
Juve Dude: Yeah but she kissed me.
Juvenile Girl: GET OVER THAT FEAR!! OH GOTTA GO!! COPS COMING!!
JUVE DUDE: OK GOOD LUCK!!
I hope he gets over that fear.
i know i have been slacking but not much has happened.
bye.
STAY JUVENILE!!!
Last time Duncan told me he didn't know what to give her. I recommend to him to sing to her. he totally freaked but considered it. I told him i would send a collier to him to give to her.
Juvenile Girl: So how'd it go?
Juve Dude: OK. She was touched when i sang to her & she went crazy for the necklace. but...
Juvenile Girl: WHAT?
Juve Dude: I couldn't Kiss her. i was to scared
Juvenile Girl: DUDE!!! SO SHE DIDN"T GET A KISS?
Juve Dude: Yeah but she kissed me.
Juvenile Girl: GET OVER THAT FEAR!! OH GOTTA GO!! COPS COMING!!
JUVE DUDE: OK GOOD LUCK!!
I hope he gets over that fear.
i know i have been slacking but not much has happened.
bye.
STAY JUVENILE!!!
I'm crying in the corner.
toi can't see me Duncan?
Why?
Open your eyes.
Courtney's taken over.
I'm crying in the corner.
toi a dit toi always be there.
toi lied.
I know.
Why?
Courtney's taken over.
I'm crying in the corner.
At night, when your asleep.
My sobs are muffled.
This feelings still here?
Why?
Courtney's taken over.
I'm crying in the corner.
Now I know toi noticed.
Did toi do anything about it?
No.
Why?
Courtney's taken over.
I'm crying in the corner.
My sad, sad corner.
Painful,
My sorrow corner.
My lit has not been made.
Why?
Courtney's taken over.
Depression.
I'm crying in the corner.
I try to get up,
But my body aches.
My cœur, coeur breaks.
Courtney's taken over...
And toi let her...
Why?
-Please rate and comment
toi can't see me Duncan?
Why?
Open your eyes.
Courtney's taken over.
I'm crying in the corner.
toi a dit toi always be there.
toi lied.
I know.
Why?
Courtney's taken over.
I'm crying in the corner.
At night, when your asleep.
My sobs are muffled.
This feelings still here?
Why?
Courtney's taken over.
I'm crying in the corner.
Now I know toi noticed.
Did toi do anything about it?
No.
Why?
Courtney's taken over.
I'm crying in the corner.
My sad, sad corner.
Painful,
My sorrow corner.
My lit has not been made.
Why?
Courtney's taken over.
Depression.
I'm crying in the corner.
I try to get up,
But my body aches.
My cœur, coeur breaks.
Courtney's taken over...
And toi let her...
Why?
-Please rate and comment
*everybody magicly appears on a stage*
Duncan: o.0 what the fuck?
*start dancing thriller*
Diamond: this is wierd.....
Jason: why are we dancing?
Vannessa:...
Ryan:........
Duncan: *does nasty M.J move*
Vannessa: *covers face* EWWWWWW! your SICK!
Duncan: that wasnt me! it was..... M.J!
Diamond: EWWWWW Duncan!
Ryan: that was sick man
Jason: how do we stop dancing?
Vannessa: i dont know
*M.J appears*
M.J: dance my puppets dance! *evil look*
Vannessa:AHHHHHHH we are being tormented par M.J!
Me: *comes out of nowhere and slaps M.J* leave
them alone!
M.J: *poofs away*
V/D/D/J/R: *gasp* toi teleported M.J!!!!!!!
Vannessa: *faints*
Me: OMG are u ok?
Vannessa: i saw duncan do something sexy but sick
Me: OMFG and i missed it! *snaps fingers*
All: *die*
XD just me being bored and hyper
Duncan: o.0 what the fuck?
*start dancing thriller*
Diamond: this is wierd.....
Jason: why are we dancing?
Vannessa:...
Ryan:........
Duncan: *does nasty M.J move*
Vannessa: *covers face* EWWWWWW! your SICK!
Duncan: that wasnt me! it was..... M.J!
Diamond: EWWWWW Duncan!
Ryan: that was sick man
Jason: how do we stop dancing?
Vannessa: i dont know
*M.J appears*
M.J: dance my puppets dance! *evil look*
Vannessa:AHHHHHHH we are being tormented par M.J!
Me: *comes out of nowhere and slaps M.J* leave
them alone!
M.J: *poofs away*
V/D/D/J/R: *gasp* toi teleported M.J!!!!!!!
Vannessa: *faints*
Me: OMG are u ok?
Vannessa: i saw duncan do something sexy but sick
Me: OMFG and i missed it! *snaps fingers*
All: *die*
XD just me being bored and hyper
He trys to get her off him the whole jour but its no use he gives up and wraps his arm around her waist she smiles and Kiss him on the lips i l’amour u Ezekiel a dit Kenya with a shy smile i l’amour u too Kenya a dit Ezekiel with a smirk he tickles her all over ahh ahh stop it Ezekiel come on stop it a dit a laughing Kenya she smiles at Duncan and hugs him i l’amour u my friend a dit Kenya i l’amour u too a dit Duncan to be continue
(yes it is short sorry but I was working on a new story and need ALL consentracion. I might make a part though)