All the rights and characters (except for one, see below) belong to their respective creators, not me. They belong to Teletoon and Cartoon Network. If I did own it, Cody and Noah would be in TDA. No profit is made by the creation of this fan fiction.

The only character I own here is Aidan. He is based off me in terms of name and looks, but our personalities could not be more different. He replaces Justin, and is therefore on the Screaming Gophers. Teams will stay the same, as will challenges. The differences (challenge wins, elimination, relationships, etc.) will play out.

I will keep an intro (different from canon, because I feel like it), but skip most of the arrivals, save for my OC's and Izzy's, because she and Justin (who my character replaces) arrives last.

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Chapter One: Not So Happy Campers - Part 1


"Welcome to Total Drama Island!" a middle-aged man, who stood at the center of an old dock, exclaimed.

The man walked down the dock as he continued on. It was early in the morning. The birds were singing, the sun was shining, and the flies were buzzing on a fine summer day. He flashed a cheesy grin at the camera and took a deep breath before speaking.

"I am the host, Chris Maclean," he went on. "And I hope that you are ready for an action-packed first season of the hottest new reality show on television starting... now!"

Chris was a man of average height and build. He had a five o' clock shadow and dark hair. He also sported a blue jacket and converse.

"So, here is how this is going to go down," he explained. "Thousands of teenagers have sent in audition tapes hoping to be on this show! However, only twenty-two of these suckers, I mean, contestants, have been selected to participate!

"Every day, the contestants, who will be divided into two teams, will compete in some sort of challenge! These challenges will determine who will be staying home for another day and who will be sending a team mate packing!"

The host now appeared in front of two cabins, which were dilapidated and obviously very old.

"The contestants will be staying in these lovely cabins-"Chris said, but he was cut off by the sound of a screen door falling down. Several rodents fled the room and scattered back into the forests.

Chris' smile turned into a frown, but only temporarily. He was able to put on a fake smile for the cameras, despite his disappointment.

"As I was saying before, one team will lose the challenge and will be sending someone home. This will be decided by a vote!"

Now, he appeared at a bonfire pit, surrounded by about eleven tree stumps.

"The contestant who receives the most votes will be sent home," Chris said. "With their tails between their legs, they will have to walk down the Dock of Shame and get on to the Boat of Losers."

Chris was back at the docks and pointed at the camera. "Now that we have all of the rules in place, we can begin! Viewers, welcome to Total Drama Island!"

(Cue the theme song, and we're good to go!)


Twenty teenagers and one host were standing on a dock, waiting for the final two contestants to arrive. When they did, the twenty-two of them would be competing against one another for one hundred thousand dollars. Most of them were getting eager, or in some cases, impatient.

Courtney was tapping her foot in annoyance. "Mr. Maclean, if I may ask, but why is the next boat taking so long?"

Chris shrugged. "I don't know. You guys are from all over Canada; different time zones and stuff like that."

Just as that conversation ended, the next boat was heading towards the campgrounds. Several of the campers were eager to see who their next competition would be.

"Our next contestant is Just-" the handsome host was cut off when a camera man handed him a piece of paper. He read it and tossed it away. "Our next contestant is Aidan!"

The next boat dropped off tall and muscular young man. He had a buzz cut and pale skin. The color of his eyes was unknown, as they were covered with black shades. He wore a tight, maroon sleeveless shirt with khakis and sandals. The scowl on his face surpassed Eva's and Heather's.

He carefully set down his expensive leather suitcase and coughed with an obvious "excuse me" manner.

Chris seemed to be amused. "Yes?"

"Where is the butler to bring my suitcase to my room?" he demanded to know.

"Oh," the sadist replied between chuckles. "He's that big guy with the blonde hair."

Owen, who was said big guy with blonde hair, was not paying any attention. He was busy daydreaming about what he had for breakfast and also what he would be having for lunch (and dinner...)

"What?" he asked.

Aidan walked over to Owen and shoved his suitcase into his chest. "Alright, tubby, bring this to my room. Be careful, that suitcase costs more than your house.'

"Oh," said Owen with a confused look on his face. "Uh, thanks. But I don't work here."

"What?" hissed Aidan. The spoiled teen faced Chris. "Chris, what are you talking about?"

Ignoring him, he went on as the last boat arrived with a red headed girl. "Everyone... Izzy!"

Izzy was very excited. She was talking very fast, and most of what she said was not decipherable. She ran towards the front of the boat, waving happily to everyone. However, she went too far and too fast and fell over the edge. The poor girl hit her chin on the dock and fell into the water.

The majority of the other cringed. It looked like it really hurt, and it probably did.

"Oh!" laughed Tyler. "That was bad!"

Courtney seemed to show some concern. "Guys," she said, running to the dock. "She could be seriously hurt!"

The freckled teen then proceeded to pull out Izzy from the water. She was on her hands and knees and shook herself off from the water that was all over her.

"That felt so..." she said. "GOOD!"

Again, she went on a monologue that was too fast for anybody to understand. She finished this with "Are we having lunch soon?"

"That is a good call!" added in Owen.

Chris interrupted any conversation that anybody was having and said, "Alright, first things first! We need a group photo for the promos! Everyone on the end of the dock!"

The contestants obeyed and all went to the end of the dock. They all posed and smiled for the camera, save for Eva and Aidan.

"Eva, smile!" called Chris.

"No."

"Aidan?"

"Bite me."

"Jeez," mumbled Chris. "You teens and your bad attitudes today..."

"That is a stereotype."

"Shush, Noah! You guys are all walking stereotypes!" Chris said again. "Everyone say: Wawanakwa!"

Everyone said together, "Wawanakwa!"

Well, they would have if they hadn't all fallen in the water. The dock had not been able to support their combined weight, and this resulted in complaints from a few of them.

Trent whined, "My guitar!"

Aidan shouted, "My suitcase!"

Heather complained, "My hair!"

"My blood pressure!" cackled Izzy.

"Freak," Aidan muttered.

"Weirdo," Heather said to herself at the same time.

Chris, who was standing on a boat the whole time, called out to them. "Alright, guys, dry off and meet me at the campfire pit in ten!"


Dried off and dressed, the twenty-two teenagers were either sitting or standing around the campfire. By now, most of them were either annoyed or more annoyed than they originally were to begin with. Chris Maclean stood at the front of the bonfire, smiling confidently.

"This is Camp Wawanakwa," he explained, "your home for the next eight weeks... if you win anyway. Some of you will spend only a few days or a few weeks here. It's your call.

"Actually, it's not. You will be voted off by your fellow campers. This will occur if your team loses the challenge that you will be told to compete in. The winning team will not attend the bonfire ceremony and will receive an additional award. As I said before, the losing team will send someone home.

"The last one standing will win one hundred thousand dollars!" he exclaimed.

Duncan raised his hand. "Excuse me, what would the sleeping arrangements be? I would like to request a bunk under her."

He pointed to Heather, who had a look of disgust and horror on her face. "They're not co-ed, are they?"

Chris shook his head. "No, girls get one side of each cabin, and dude's get the other."

Several of the guys sighed in annoyance. Well, actually, all of the guys did. They were hoping that they would be bunking with some of the girls (well, some more than others).

"I have to live with Sadie," Katie explained, "or, I'll die."

"And I'll break out in hives: it's true!" Sadie added in.

Gwen shook her head and then rested it on her hand. "This cannot be happening."

Suddenly, the Goth girl and Tyler were grabbed into a headlock by Owen. He tried to cheer them up. "Oh, come on guys," he said. "It will be fun - it's like a big sleepover!"

Tyler scoffed and said to Gwen, "At least you don't have to sleep next to him."

The jock was talking about Aidan, who cracked his knuckles and, even though his eyes were not visible, was obviously glaring.

Back at the two victims of a headlock from Owen, they exchanged nervous glances.

"Alright," Chris announced. "Here's how it's going to work. I'm going to divide you into two teams. When I call out your name, come and stand by me...

"Gwen." The Goth girl walked over to Chris.

"Trent."The musician smiled and walked over to Gwen, and offered a smile, but she turned it down.

"Heather." The raven-haired girl gave Chris a scowl.

"Cody." The nerdy guy grinned slyly (or at least he thought it looked sly).

"Lindsay." The blonde girl was confused at first. Chris had to say her name again before she realized it was herself.

"Beth." The farm girl smiled and joined her team mates.

"Katie." The thin girl walked nervously to the others.

"Owen." The fat guy was very excited and skipped over to Chris.

"Leshawna." The ghetto-sister walked slowly over to the others.

"Aidan." He raised a brow before walking to the others with his arms crossed.

"And... Noah." The bookworm did not give any facial response, only walking over.

Chris tossed them a large green banner. "You guys are officially known as..." Owen caught it and it was revealed to be a gopher in what appeared to be some sort of fighting stance. "The Screaming Gophers!"

The majority of the team groaned at their given name. Owen, however, was very excited. "Yeah! I'm a Gopher, whoo!"

"That is the stupidest name I ever heard," sneered Aidan.

Suddenly, Katie realized something. "Wait... what about Sadie?"

Chris ignored her and went on. "The rest of you over there...

"Geoff." The party animal adjusted his hat and went opposite the team.

"Bridgette." The surfer girl smiles and walked over to Geoff, high-fiving him.

"DJ." The giant guy stood up and joined his friends.

"Tyler." The jock seemed to be very pumped, and joined his team mates.

"Sadie." The chubby girl frowned, because Katie had been already called for another team."

"Izzy." The redhead grinned wickedly and dropped the rock she was playing with.

"Courtney." She got up and walked to her team mates.

"Ezekiel." The prairie boy chuckled and got up to join the others.

"Duncan." The punk, who was busy giving a deer a noogie, threw the deer to the ground and walked over to his team, receiving a flare from Bridgette.

"Eva." She was busy lifting weights.

"And... Harold! Move, move, move!" The lanky nerd pushed up on his glasses and ran to the others.

Sadie was still sitting at her tree stump. "But Katie's a Gopher!" she whined. "I have to be a Gopher!"

Aidan groaned. "Shut up."

Frowning at his bullying, Courtney put her arm around Sadie. "Sadie is it? Come on, it'll be okay." She led her team mate to the group.

"This is so unfair," she went on. "I'll miss you, Katie!"

Katie was on the verge of tears. "I'll miss you, too!"

Chris tossed a dirty red banner to Harold, who let it unfold. It was revealed to be a fish with a large, muscular arm. "You guys are... The Killer Bass!"

The nerd wheezed and commented on his team name. "It's awesome... amazing."

Chris flashed his trademark grin at the contestants.. "Okay campers, you and your team will be on camera in all public areas during this competition."


(In the confessional outhouse)

The handsome host now was sitting on a toilet seat in an outhouse. "You will also be able to share your innermost thoughts on tape with video diaries any time you want," Chris explained. "Let the audience at home know what you're really thinking, or just get something off your chest."

(Static cut)

Gwen sighed. "Okay," she pondered, "so far this sucks."

(Static cut)

Aidan let out a huff and groaned. "This is not what I signed up for."

(Static cut)

Lindsay stood with her back to the camera. "I don't get it," she said. "Where's the camera guy?'

(Static cut)

Owen faced the camera. "I have something very important to say," he announced. He let out a disgusting fart and giggled.


"Any questions?" Chris asked. Many of the campers raised their hands, but Chris just chuckled and ignored them. "Cool, let's find your cabins."


They all now appeared at the pair of old cabins that Chris was standing at when he was doing the intro. "Gophers, you're in the east cabin, Bass you're in the west. You have one hour to unpack and meet in the main lodge for lunch, starting now!"

Chris left and let the campers unpack and create drama.


(In the Gopher guy's cabin)

The guys walked in and set their bags down. An immediate issue came to them: there were three bunks, but only five of them. Two of those bunks would have two guys partnered up, while the other would only have one guy in it.

"Well," Trent said. "Who wants the single bunk? I don't mind sharing."

Aidan interjected, "I am getting the single bunk."

Trent was a bit taken back by Aidan's tone, but went on. "Um, well, I guess, if nobody else wants it."

"I am getting the single bunk," confirmed Aidan.

Owen and Cody exchanged nervous glances. They picked up their luggage and partnered up, sharing a bunk. Trent and Noah did the same, the latter visibly annoyed.

"Who died and made you boss?" Noah asked bitterly.

The mean boy poked Noah's chest and barked, "I did. I died and made me boss. I am getting the single bed. I don't like sharing."

Noah rolled his eyes. "Whatever."


(In the Gopher girl's cabin)

Heather walked in and her eyes widened. She dropped her bags and crossed her arms. "I am not staying here," she whined.

"Better get used to it," Gwen replied, "unless you plan on being the first voted off, which I seriously doubt."

"Screw you, weird emo girl!"

"I'm a Goth," she corrected.

The queen bee crossed her arms. "Whatever, same thing."

"This going to be a long summer," Gwen said, visibly annoyed.

Eventually, after minutes of discussing, the girls decided on whom to share their bunk with. Lindsay and Heather decided to pair off, as did Beth and Katie (who was crying), and that left Gwen and Leshawna to share a bunk together.

Beth approached the crying girl and put her arm around her. "Hey, what'th wrong?"

The thin girl managed to reply between sobs, "My best friend is on the other team!"

The farm girl chuckled, which made her snort. "I'll be your friend, too!"

Katie sniffled. "Really?"

"Sure!"


(In the Bass boy's cabin)

The boys on this team were having much less conflict than the other guys were, and much less drama and tears than the girls of the other team. Geoff had brought a boom box, which was playing rock music.

Duncan and Tyler were head banging, while Harold and DJ were fist pumping. Ezekiel was sitting on his bed, not knowing any dance moves.

"This is great music, man!" complimented Tyler.

Geoff smiled. "Thanks, dude. I love Van Ha-"

Popping his head in, Chris interrupted. "Shh! Make up fake names. We can't deal with any copyright suing!"

He then turned off the boom box and wagged his finger and Geoff in annoyance, then he left.

"That sucks," Harold said.

"I know," DJ agreed. "Wanna bunk together?"

"Sure."

The other pairs were Duncan and Geoff and Tyler and Ezekiel. The jock had noticed that Ezekiel was not dancing when the music was playing and approached him. He initiated a fist bumb, but he reacted negatively, cringing.

"Ah! Don't hit me, eh!" he cried, covering his face and nether regions for protection.

Tyler held up his hands in defense. "I'm not going to hit you, dude. I was just giving you a fist bumb."

"Oh."

After a few moments of silence, Ezekiel asked nervously, "How do you fist bumb, eh?"

"Hold out your fist," Tyler instructed.

Ezekiel did as told, and the jock bumped his fist. At first the prairie boy seemed a little startled, but he then smiled.

"That was pretty nice, eh."

"Yeah," chuckled Tyler. "Now give me some skin!"

"Won't tearing off my flesh hurt, eh?'

Tyler only laughed.


(In the Bass girl's cabin)

The girls in this cabin were facing a similar dilemma to that of the Gopher boys: there was one more bed than bass.

"I don't really care if I bunk with someone or not," shrugged Bridgette.

"Me neither," Courtney chimed in. "Do you want to bunk together?"

"Sure."

Eva had already claimed the single bed for herself. Due to her large stature, intimidating demeanor, and unibrow, the other girls decided not to question her, and Sadie and Izzy partnered off.

The chubby girl was sobbing, just as her friend in the other cabin was. "Katie," she whined.

Courtney smiled at her. "Sadie, I said it would be okay. Katie might be your best friend, but that doesn't mean you can't talk to her. Besides, we will be your friends."

Sadie sniffled. "Really?"

"Sure."

The BFF grabbed Courtney and Bridgette into a tight bear hug and thanked them.


(In the confessional outhouse)

Courtney shook her head and let out a deep sigh. "I felt so bad for Sadie. She was just crying and whining. Then I thought that she would not be very good in challenges if she was like that. That's why I offered Bridgette and my friendship."

(Static cut)

Sadie sobbed. "Katie!"

(Static cut)

Katie wailed. "Sadie!"


(In the mess hall)

Now that they have finished unpacking, the campers all stood in a long line in the mess hall, ready to be served their food. They were sharing conversations and stories before they were interrupted by a booming voice. There stood an angry cook with a classic chef's hat.

"Listen up," he roared. "I serve your meals three times a day, which you will eat three times a day. Now, grab your trays, get your food, and sit your butts down NOW!"

"Excuse me," Beth asked, "will we be getting all the major food groups?" Chef put some of his "sloppy joe" on Harold's and Beth's tray.

"Yeah," Harold wheezed, "because I get hypoglycemic real bad if I don't get enough sugar."

Chef narrowed his eyes at the nerd and yelled at him, "You'll get a lot of shut the heck up!"

"Gosh!"

"Have a cow," Owen whispered to Noah.

"What was that?" screamed Chef. The big guy went pale when the chef beckoned him to come forward. "Come closer, fattie, I didn't hear you."

"I didn't say anything important," stammered Owen.

Chef nodded. "I'm sure you didn't." He pointed at Noah. "you, scrawny kid, give me your plate."

Noah raised an eyebrow. "What is the sludge?"

"Heck if I know. I just cook what they tell me."

"Perfect."

The cook slammed his concoction onto his plate and growled at him to keep walking.

Aidan tapped Chef's shoulder. "Mr. Chef Guy?" he asked. "Is there a not so repulsive alternative to... whatever this is?"

"Sure," cackled Chef.

He then used his pinky finger to get some wax out of his ear and then dug it into Aidan's food. "There you go," he smirked.

Disgusted, Aidan walked away.

Leshawna, standing next to Eva, smiled at her and held out a hand for a high five. "Yo, what's up girl?"

Eva just glared at the large sister, grabbed her food and walked away. "Oh so that's how it is, now?" Leshawna scoffed.

"NEXT!"

Lindsay and Izzy now stood in front of Chef, both examining the food(?) presented before them. Izzy seemed to be less concerned about the meal before her. In fact, she seemed to be licking her lips to eat it soon. This put off the blonde girl, who bit her lip in concern.

"Excuse me," said Lindsay. "My dilatation said that I should stay away from fat and salty foods."

Chef did not even blink.

"Don't worry about that," he scowled.

"Cool."

While Lindsay walked away, Courtney chimed in to the Chef. "Excuse me, Mr. Hatchet? I believe my food tried to eat Ezekiel's food."

"Good! Make him stronger!"

Everyone had now been served and was trying to choke down their meals. Tyler had chocked on his meal, so Eva had to perform the hemlock on him, which hurt the jock a little. However, he was grateful for the buff girl saving his life.

Chef was busy polishing his knives and sledgehammers when Chris walked in, laughing.

"Everyone enjoying their meals?" he asked mockingly.

Duncan scoffed. "Is there any chance we could get some takeout Chinese? I love General Tso's chicken."

A knife flew right above Duncan's head, nearly impaling him. Everybody gasped in horror.

"Whoa!" he yelled. "Who needs Chinese food when you got this delicious... whatever this is? Right, guys?"

In fear for having knives nearly hit them, everyone else nervously nodded.

"Well, I hope you are all ready. Your first challenge begins in ten minutes!" Chris commanded before exiting the mess hall.

Katie asked DJ nervously. "What do you think they're going to make us do?"

He shrugged. "It's our first challenge, how hard could it be?"


The twenty-two contestants, now in their swim-suits, stood at the top of a thousand foot high cliff, terrified.

"Oh, /censored/."


Chris Maclean stood on the Dock of Shame, grinning wildly

"Last time on Total Drama Island...

"The twenty two campers arrived and learned that they will be spending the next eight weeks at a crappy old summer camp. Then, I divided them into two teams: the Killer Bass and the Screaming Gophers.

"On the first team were Bridgette, Courtney, DJ, Duncan, Eva, Ezekiel, Geoff, Harold, Izzy, Sadie, and Tyler. Team two consisted of Heather, Gwen, Leshawna, Katie, Aidan, Owen, Trent, Noah, Cody, Lindsay, and Beth.

"Let's just say... there was some drama in the cabins, particularly in the Gopher cabin.

"Later on, they were served their meals by none other than Chef Hatchet. Some of our campers were not glad to have Chef's amazing food... if you could call it that.

"What will the contestant's first challenge be? Who will win, who will lose? Will drama unfold? Will the seeds of relationships and conflicts be planted? And who will be the first camper to be voted off and walk the Dock of Shame? There is only one way to answer this - watch this week's episode of...

"Total... Drama... Island!"

(Cue the theme song, and we're good to go!)


Everyone stood at the top of the thousand foot high cliff. The contestants, who were all dressed in their swimsuits, were either angry at the host (or DJ, who Eva thought had jinked them) or just plain terrified.

Chris Maclean smiled sadistically at their terror. He flashed his grin at the one he loved most: the camera.

"Alright," he announced, "your first challenge is to jump off this one thousand foot high cliff into the lake."

"Piece of cake," commented Bridgette, who smiled at Tyler.

The host continued. "If you look down you will see two target areas. The outer and larger area is the part of the lake that we have stocked with," he stops and cackles, "psychotic, man-eating sharks."

Most of the campers gasped in horror. Others, like Izzy and Eva only shrugged.

Lindsay paused to think for a minute and then gasped.

"'Man-eating'?" she repeated. She gasped and glared at Chris. "That's not fair to the guys, if those sharks only eat them, Chip!"

Chris shook his head. "No, Lindsay. 'Man-eating' means they eat humans. Guys and girls. And, it's Chris."

"But you don't look like the Lord."

"No, not Christ, it's Chris."

"But you don't look like a rock band, either!"

"No, not... where did you get KISS from? You know what, never mind!"

Recovering from that annoying situation, Chris continued on. "Anyway, that smaller area is your target area. We are almost sixty-five percent sure it is mostly shark-free."

"Excuse me?" asked Leshawna with her hands on her hips.

"For each member of your team that jumps and actually... survives," he went on, "there will be a crate of supplies waiting below. Inside each crate are supplies that you'll need for the second part of the challenge: building a hot tub!

"The team with the best one gets to have a wicked hot tub party tonight! The losers will be sending someone home...

"Let's see, Killer Bass, because of your aquatic-themed name, your up first!"

Bridgette looked over the edge and her eyes widened. "Oh, wow," she cried out. "So, who want's to go first?"

Nobody stepped forward. It was several moments of silence before someone finally decided to be brave.

"You guys are all wimps," Eva mumbled to herself.

The fitness buff cracked her knuckles and took a big leap off the cliff, shouting the way down. Only her shouts were not fear, but excitement. "Look out below!" she called.

After a splash was heard, one that was not followed by a blood curdling scream, the campers concluded that she must have survived.

"I guess I'll go next," Bridgette said nervously.

Then she dove off the cliff and into the water. Another splash was heard, and she was waving up to her team mates shouting, "Come on, that was fun! The water is great!"

Harold took a deep breath. "Time for me to show off my mad skills."

The lanky nerd jumped off the cliff, doing a mid-air split. He was yelling battle cries all the way down, but then the battle cries were replaced by pain cries. The guys looked down and cringed.

Poor Harold had landed on the buoy crotch first. Even some of the girls cringed.

"That looks like it hurt, eh!" observed Ezekiel.

"You don't say," Courtney replied in an unfriendly tone.

Ezekiel was a bit taken back by her voice, but he shrugged it off. "Well, I guess I'll go next..."

The home schooled guy had a running start before he jumped off the cliff. He screamed until he hit the side of the cliff and did several cart wheels in the air until he landed in the water.

His team mates gasped, but they were relieved when he gave them a thumbs up, signifying he was okay.

Tyler smiled at the others said, "If Zeke can do it, so can I!"

He tried to jump off the cliff, but he tripped over his own two feet and instead fell off the cliff, screaming in terror all the way down. He landed on top of Harold, who was still on the buoy.

"Ow, I landed on Harold's keys!"

"Ow! Tyler landed on my keys!"

Geoff adjusted his cowboy hat and then took a dive off the cliff, yelling "Yahoo!" all the way down.

Duncan shrugged and jumped off the cliff with no emotion showing. With a scowl on his face and his arms crossed, the punk did not seem to care that he was plummeting to a lake full of sharks.

There were now four people on the Bass who have yet to jump: DJ, Izzy, Courtney, and Sadie.

Sadie was holding on to Katie and still crying. "I'm not jumping without Katie."

"We have to be on the same team, Chris, please!" Katie whined.

"Can we, can we, can we, can we?" they repeated.

Izzy raised her hand. "I'll switch places with her."

Visibly annoyed with the best friends, Chris let out an exaggerated sigh. "Alright fine! You're both Killer Bass now. Izzy, you're on the Screaming Gophers."

The redhead shrugged and was then embraced in a bear hug from Katie and Sadie. "Thank you!" they gushed.

"You're up, girls!" Chris reminded them.

Katie and Sadie were holding hands the whole time they ran and jumped off the cliff. A large splash sounded from below and Chris directed his attention back to the others.

"Courtney?"

The tan skinned girl shook her head. "I can't. I have a medical condition."

"What condition?"

"A condition that prevents me from jumping off cliffs," she suggested.

Chris frowned. "If you want, you can chicken out. But if you do, it may cost your team the win... and then they'll hate you."

"It's a calculated risk," replied Courtney. "Just look at the other team. All of them won't jump."

"Hey!" Aidan shouted, offended.

Shrugging, Chris pulled out a yellow chicken hat. He placed it on Courtney's head. "Okay, then you have to wear this for the rest of the day."

"Are you serious?" objected Courtney.

Mocking her with chicken noises, Chris gestured for her to go to a nearby escalator. "You must join your team down at the bottom, but you have to take the Escalator of Shame and Humiliation"

Heather gasped and glared at the handsome host. "What the hell? Why did we have to take an hour long hike in the woods!"

"I'm a jerk, that's why," Chris smirked.

DJ, who was the sole member of his team left who did not jump, faced Chris and said, "I don't think that I can do this, man."

"Scared of heights?"

He nodded. "Ever since I was eight. My dad and I-"

Chris cut him off by placing the chicken hat on his head. It was quite comical, Chris had to stand on his toes to be able to place the hat on DJ's head, who was much taller than him.

"No time for stories!"

DJ sighed and followed Courtney down the escalator.

"Okay," announced Chris. "The Killer Bass had nine jumpers: Ezekiel, Duncan, Geoff, Harold, Tyler, Katie, Sadie, Bridgette, and Eva. They had two chickens: DJ and Courtney.

"Screaming Gophers, if you can beat that, I will throw in pull carts to pull your crates on."

Trent smiled. "Nice! Okay, guys, who's up first?"

Heather scoffed. "I'm sorry, but there is no way that I'm doing this."

"Why not?" asked Beth.

"National TV, hello!" replied Heather, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "My make-up will get ruined!"

Gwen shook her head. "Stupid popular girls."

"I'm not doing it either," Aidan said in a as-a-matter-of-fact-ly tone.

Noah rolled his eyes. "Stupid popular guys."

"You two are jumping!"

Leshawna glared at the rich boy and the queen bee, both of whom had their arms folded.

The raven-haired girl scoffed and raised a brow. "Says who?"

"Says me. I ain't losing this challenge because you don't wanna mess up your pretty face," replied Leshawna.

Very offended, Heather retorted, "Back of you ghetto, bad-girl wannabee."

"What did you call me?"

"You heard me."

The sister rolled up her sleeve. "Well, all you are is a spoiled, rotten brat!"

"Your clothes look like you got them from the streets!"

"Yours look like you got them from a stripper!"

"Oh, you did not just say that!"

While the two girls were arguing, Noah looked over to Aidan, who seemed to be enjoying the verbal cat-fight.

"I presume you aren't jumping?" asked the bookworm.

"You 'presume' correct."

Noah rolled his eyes. "Way to use to word right," he said sarcastically. "You get an A."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

Scoffing, Noah replied, "You know what I meant."

"You wanna go, scrawny?"

"No thanks," he said dryly, "I don't hit women."

"You son of a-"

"Campers!" Chris shouted, trying to regain control of the situation, but to no anvil.

"You're jumping!" Leshawna fumed.

"Make me," seethed Heather.

That did it. Leshawna picked up Heather by the waist and lifted her over her head. Despite her protests, the soulful sister would not release her. Then, Leshawna threw Heather right off the cliff.

She screamed all the way down and cursed the day Leshawna was born.

"Leshawna," she yelled, spitting out water. "You are so dead."

Aidan glared at Leshawna. "Hey, there was no need for that, you big-"

She didn't even give him a chance to finish that thought. Doing the same thing she did to Heather, to Aidan, he was thrown off the cliff into the shark infested waters.

"She's going down," he muttered.

Back at the top, the remaining nine Gophers looked at each other. They did not dare cross Leshawna in fear of being thrown off the cliff next.

Leshawna jumped off next, screaming the entire way down. She smiled when she reached Heather and Aidan, the latter who was very red in the face.

Lindsay frowned. "I thought this was going to be a talent contest."

"No," Chris said, laughing.

Izzy cackled wildly as she jumped down.

Noah screamed like a little girl.

Gwen shouted to the heavens.

Cody screamed in a higher pitched voice than Noah.

"I can't do it," Beth said, biting her lip. "I'm too thcared."

Chris brought out a chicken hat.

"I'm sorry!"

Trent slapped Owen on the back in a friendly way and said to him, "Let's do this."

He leaped off the cliff, screaming all the way down. "Whoo!"

Chris, who now had a megaphone for some reason, shouted at everyone, "Okay, Screaming Gophers, there is only one person left. You guys need this jump for the win."

He noticed Owen, who was frowning. "No pressure, dude."

Owen smiled. "Okay, there's pressure!"

His smiled instantly faded away.

"I'm going to die now, I'm going to freakin' die now!" Owen told himself, fear deep in his heart.

With a running start, Owen yelled a battle cry and jumped off the cliff. He yelled all the way down, startling nearby geese and chipmunks, who all stopped to see what all the commotion was.

A large title wave erupted, causing chaos. Everyone was scattered about, even the sharks were out of the water, and everybody (even DJ, Beth, and Courtney) were totally soaked.

"Yes! Awesome!" Owen cheered.

Noah shrugged. "Not bad."

"The winners!" Chris declared through the megaphone. "The Screaming Gophers!"

"That was awesome dude!" Trent smiled. He stopped when he realized Owen was frowning. "What's wrong?"

Owen chuckled nervously. "I think I lost my bathing suit."

In disgust, everyone started shouting their protests, and ordered Owen to search for his trunks.


(In the confessional outhouse)

Aidan, who had his arms crossed over his chest, scoffed. "So, good for the big guy. He won the firsts part of the challenge for us. Good for him. That only makes him a threat, Therefor, he must be voted off."

(Static cut)

Gwen smiled. "Owen may be kind of gross, but hey, he won the challenge for us. You got to hand it to the big guy."


"Forty-nine bottles of pop on the wall, forty-nine bottles of pop," the Screaming Gophers sang, as they pulled their crates on their pull carts along the beach. "If one of those bottles just happened to fall, forty-eight bottles of pop on the wall!"

Shaking his head at his team mates, Aidan sighed. He tapped Heather on the shoulder and pulled her aside.

"What?" she demanded to know.

"You know what," sneered Aidan. "You and I are both pissed at Leshawna for throwing us off the cliff."

Heather shrugged. "I'll just humiliate her for the rest of the competition. "

She was about to walk off, but the rich boy grabbed her arm.

"Why take the risk? She already seems to be popular among the group, and the more time she spends here, the more popular she gets. That will make it difficult to eliminate her."

"Okay," Heather said, "then we get some of the others to vote her off tonight if we lose."

"Not tonight."

The queen bee was confused. "I thought you said we would be voting her off!"

"Not immedietly," he replied. "Not her or Noah. It is too soon after our falling outs with them. Leshawna is popular and Noah hasn't done anything to upset anyone, they would suspect us."

Heather smirked. "You are pretty smart."

Aidan grinned. "Thanks. Stick with me and you'll go far, babe."

She started to walk away with him before she realized something. "Don't call me 'babe'!"


Meanwhile, the Killer Bass were having a little bit of trouble with pulling their crates. Since they lost cliff jump part of the challenge, they did not get the pull carts, and therefor made it more difficult for them.

Each of them had their own idea of how to get their crate across the island.

Duncan was kicking the crate, grunting as he did so.

Katie and Sadie both shared a crate and pushed it through the sand.

Tyler was pushing the crate up against his back and shoving it.

Geoff tied his with a rope he found on the beach and pulled it that way.

Eva and DJ, being very strong, lifted their crates above their heads, much to Ezekiel's shock.

"Whoa," a shocked Ezekiel said.

Harold, who was also struggling to push his crate, grunted and stopped. "What is it, man?"

The prairie boy, wide-eyed, replied, "Uh, that Eva girl, eh."

"What about her?"

"She's lifting that crate above her head!"

"I know, she's pretty strong!"

"And she's a girl!"

The lanky nerd stopped, adjusted his glasses. "What do you mean, Zeke?"

"Well," Ezekiel explained, "guys are stronger than girls are."

"Sh!" Harold ordered the pale boy.

He seemed confused. "What?"

"Don't let the girls hear you say that, they'll get mad."

"Why?"

"Because it's sexist!"

"Oh," he shrugged. "My dad told me that all my life."

Harold just shook his head and laughed. He walked up to his friend, put his arm around him and said, "Ezekiel, my friend, you have a lot to learn about the real world. Do you think that's true? You saw Eva yourself."

"Well," he chuckled nervously. "I guess not."

"Exactly," he went on. "I'll help you learn about teens and how to act around other people."

"Thanks, eh!"

Courtney, who was struggling the most with her crates, sneered at them. "Hey, you two! Get moving!"

The two boys exchanged nervous glances.


(In the confessional outhouse)

Ezekiel sits on the toilet, picking his nose. He faced the camera. "Harold was really nice to be doing this for me, eh. I've never had a real friend before. He and Tyler have been so friendly to me."

(Static cut)

Harold adjusted his glasses and sniffled. "Ezekiel's father raised him to be the way he is. That's not fair to him, gosh! Ezekiel's dad, if you are watching this, you've got a lot to learn about the real world!"


Back with the Screaming Gophers, who were just finishing up their song, had finally reached the campgrounds. Their faces had lit up, because a few hours have passed and they were getting pretty tired.

"Hey, look!" declared Beth, who adjusted her chicken hat. "There's the campgrounds!"

Owen faced Cody and smiled. "Well, that was pretty easy."

"I'm pleasantly surprised," the dork nodded in agreement.


The Killer Bass, who were very far behind the other team by the way, were still struggling with their crates. Many of the girls and Harold were getting tired and started complaining.

"I'm tired," whined Sadie.

"These are heavy," complained Katie.

"I stubbed my toe," cried Harold.

"I think I just got a splinter," moaned Courtney.

Duncan and Eva just shook their heads at their complaints. The fitness buff walked over to Courtney and snapped at her, "Shut up and pick up your crate, chicken!"

Courtney put her arms on her hips. "I'm the only one with CIT experience here, you guys need me!"

Eva rolled her eyes.

Katie and Sadie were busy chatting away as they were pushing their crates. They were talking about clothes, boys, fashion, boy bands, boys, and boys. Right now, they were talking about which boy they thought was cute.

"I don't know his name," Katie said, "but he's on the other team. He's the short guy."

Sadie gasped. "I know who you're talking about! Well, I think that tall guy on our team is pretty cute!"

Katie guessed, "You mean-"

The thin BFF was cut off by her friend, who put her fingers on her slips. "Shh! He'll hear you!"


At the campgrounds, the Screaming Gophers were working hard at building their hot tubs. Well, they would have been if they could get their crates open.

"Chris," Gwen said, "where are the pry-bars?"

The host shook his head. "No pry-bars, only hands and whatever else you can think of! Good luck!"

"Jerk," the Goth girl mumbled.

Cody was using fiddling with a calculator, punching equations into it. He was occasionally glancing up at the crates or measuring them with a measuring tape.

Noah, who was looking up from the crate he was trying open, finally had to ask. "Cody, what exactly are you doing?"

"Calculating," he replied.

"I can see that... why?"

The nerd rolled his eyes at the other nerd. "I'm trying to calculate an equation of the diameter of the crates to come with a sum of the total amount of strength we would need to advert it, of course adding in the variables for our height, stature, and weight..."

Noah blinked twice. "You're a genius," he said in a genuine tone. "Consider yourself lucky, Cody. You are the first person that I have said that to and not meant it sarcastically."

"Uh," he chuckled, "thanks, I guess."

While the other Gophers were busy trying to get open their crates, Heather and Aidan were discussing their strategy.

"I think I know who we should try and get voted off," Aidan finally said to his accomplice.

"Who?"

"Her."

Aidan pointed to Gwen, who was sitting against a crate, hardly participating. Remembering her overall attitude, Heather realized how negative she was overall with the way she talked and her participation.

"Gwen? She may be a weird, annoying Goth girl," Heather explained, "but she hasn't upset me... yet."

The rich boy adjusted his sunglasses and snorted. "You didn't hear?"

"Hear what?" she asked.

"She called you fat."

Heather gasped in horror and glared at Gwen. "She what? Well, I guess I know who I am voting for tonight."

As she walked away, Aidan only smirked.


Finally, the Killer Bass had arrived at the camp. Their faces of happiness and relief soon faded when they discovered that their opposing team had already opened up their crates and had begun to construct their hot tub.

"Great, now what?" Tyler cried out.

Chris, on his ATV, drove over to the team and handed them a couple of crowbars. "Here, use these!"

Harold and Tyler high-five, and cheer. "Yes!"

The Gophers, however, were less than pleased. One of them approached Chris with their hands on their hips.

"Hey!" Gwen snapped. "How is that at all fair? We had to use our hands!"

The host only shrugged and took a sip of his coffee. "Eh, I gave you guys an advantage, so I figured I'd be fair and give them one, too. Besides, we're almost out of time. Aren't I a nice guy?"

With that, he drove off back to his private cabin, leaving Gwen furious.

"Jerk," she grumbled.


Several hours later, both of the teams had finally finished construction their hot tubs. Chris just walked up and was ready to inspect both of their hot tubs and determine a winner.

First, he approached the Screaming Gopher's got tub. It was very well built. It was sturdy, even, and the wood was straight. The water was the perfect temperature and the motor was running perfectly well.

Chris rubbed his chin and had finally come to a conclusion.

"This is an awesome hot tub," he declared.

All of the Screaming Gophers burst into cheers. Leshawna and Trent high five, Lindsay and Heather hug, while Owen, who is naked, jumps out of the hot tub and cheers (much to the disgust of Aidan and Noah).

Next, he walked over to the Killer Bass' hot tub, who all had hopeful looks on their faces.

It was less than perfect.

There were pieces of wood falling off, which caused the water to fall out, destroying the whole thing. Black smoke rose from the motor, and when a raccoon drank from the water, it chocked and died.

Hanging their heads low in disappointment, the Killer Bass sighed.

He finally said, "I think we have a clear winner here...

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Before either team could react to the news that they expected, they all went wide eyed and were very confused.

"What?" everyone asked.

"It has character," Chris pointed out, "and if there is one thing I love besides myself, it is character!"

Heather shook her head. "You're kidding me, right?"

"Nope," he replied, "you and your team have to vote someone off tonight!"

The Killer Bass all embraced one another while the Screaming Gophers sulked. "Killer Bass, not only do you win immunity from elimination, but you also get to have an awesome hot tub party in the Gopher's hot tub tonight, which they can never, ever use: bonus!"


At the dinner tables that night, the Killer Bass were celebrating their win. The guys were all having a conversation about hockey (while explaining it to Ezekiel), the girls (except Eva) were discussing the newest episode of their favorite show.

The Screaming Gophers, however, were faced with a very awkward decision: who to send home tonight.

Lindsay decided to break the ice. "So, uh, what do we do now?"

Trent replied, "We have to figure out who to vote off."

"Well," Heather spoke, "I think it should be weird Goth girl."

Gwen gasped, as did Trent and Leshawna.

"Why?" Trent objected. "What did she do?"

The queen bee glared at Gwen. "She knows what she did."

"No, I don't," she confirmed.

"Shut it!"

Cody, being a peace maker, decided to ease the drama. "Okay, guys, let's just relax. We're all a little stressed."

Noah shrugged. "Whatever, I've had enough of this... whatever this is... for one night. I'm going to go for a nap."

"Fine with me," snapped Aidan.

Suddenly, the rich guy realized something. There were too many people on his team that were already upset with him. He realized he needed to get more people to vote with him or he would be voted off.

"Heather, Lindsay, Beth, Owen," he said aloud. "I want to talk with you all."

Off in the corner, the five stood in a circle. The farm girl, hot girl, and fat guy all exchanged nervous glances.

"Yeah?" asked Lindsay.

Heather said bluntly, "We want to vote off Gwen."

Beth and Lindsay seemed taken back. "Why?"

She shook her head. "She called me... certain things that will not be repeated."

The two girls exchanged glances with each other. "Well, that's not very nice."

"Do you want someone not so nice to be on our team?" asked Aidan.

Owen scratched the back of his head. "Well, no, but-"

He was stopped right there. "No buts then, big man. We need to vote her off, or she'll pick us off one by one! I heard her say that the one with the glasses and the blondes are going next... do you guys know who that might be?"

Owen guessed, "Harold, Bridgette, and Geoff?"

Aidan smacked his head. "No, on our team! You guys!"

"She did?"

Heather nodded. "So vote with us tonight, and you won't worry about her."


"Screaming Gophers," Chris said, walking to his oil drum with the ten marshmallows on a silver platter, "at camp marshmallows represent a tasty treat that you enjoy roasting by the fire. In this game, marshmallows represent life!"

Several of the members of the Bass exchanged nervous glances.

"You've all cast your votes and made your decisions," he went on. "One of you will be going home tonight and you can't return...

"... EVER!"

He let that sink in to the team before he continued on. "The first marshmallow of Total Drama Island history goes to... Noah."

The bookworm smiled and got up to get his marshmallow.

"Owen."

The big guy cheered and skipped over to stand next to Chris and Owen.

"Izzy."

Izzy did a cartwheel over to retrieve her marshmallow. She landed on Noah, putting the two in an awkward position. He demanded for her to get off, but she only giggled.

"Lindsay."

The bombshell smiled and walked over to the others.

"Trent."

The musician smiled and joined his team mates, popping his marshmallow into his mouth.

"Leshawna."

The sister smiled, before glaring at Heather, and walked over to her friends.

"Cody."

Cody smiled, got up, and joined his team.

"Beth."

The farm girl snorted, blushed, and then awkwardly ate her marshmallow.

"Heather."

The queen bee smiled and retrieved her marshmallow. Leshawna seemed to be shocked at Heather's survival, but decided to shrug it off. There was still one jerk who could be eliminated.

"Campers," Chris said, "looking between Aidan and Gwen. This is the final marshmallow tonight...

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The rich guy smiled, satisfied and popped his marshmallow in his mouth, mocking Gwen as he chewed it.

Chris frowned. "Gwen, I hate to say this, but you are the first camper to be voted off Total Drama Island. I am sorry, you must take the Dock of Shame, enter the Boat of Losers, and you can't come back to the island... ever."

Gwen said nothing, she only was shocked for a moment. Then, she glared at her former team mates and sulked as she walked down the dock.

She entered the Boat of Losers and left in a huff.

"The rest of you are safe, for now," Chris warned.

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(In the confessional outhouse)

Owen shrugged. "Heather and Aidan told me to vote for Gwen, so I guess I will. I don't want any mean people on my team!"

(Static cut)

Leshawna glared at the camera with her arms crossed. "I don't know about that Aidan guy. His attitude irks me, so I vote for him."

(Static cut)

Lindsay was playing with her hair. "Um, Alan and Hannah told Belle, Omar, and me to vote for Gretel, so I guess..."

(Static cut)

Heather was filing her nails, stopped for a moment, and then looked at the camera. "Gwen, listen here, nobody calls me fat. Nobody!"

(Static cut)

Noah looked up from the book he was reading and shrugged. "If you watched the episode, you know who I'm voting for: Aidan."

(Static cut)

Beth snorted. "I really don't want to vote for Gwen, but if thshe's mean... I guessth I do then."

(Static cut)

Trent sighed. "Everyone on my team seems so nice, I don't know who to vote for. But, since she didn't jump, I have to say Beth. Sorry, girl."

(Static cut)

Gwen had her fists clenched. "I didn't like Aidan's attitude at all. He seems like a total jerk, so I vote for him."

(Static cut)

Izzy sat on the seat, twiddling her thumbs. "Izzy votes for Beth, because she chickened out. Izzy thinks the Gophers need strong people on their team, not chickens!"

(Static cut)

Cody shrugged. "Um, Aidan didn't seem all that nice. I guess I vote for him."

(Static cut)

Aidan laughed evilly. "I have managed to convince Heather, Owen, Lindsay, and Beth to all vote with me. That's five votes. There are eleven of us. I know for a fact Noah is voting for me. I overheard Trent and Izzy say they were voting for Beth. That secured my safety, and then I knew I would be safe."

He took off his glasses, revealing he had black eyes. "This game is mine."


Votes:

Noah - Aidan

Aidan - Gwen

Izzy - Beth

Cody - Aidan

Beth - Gwen

Trent - Beth

Lindsay - Gwen

Leshawna - Aidan

Heather - Gwen

Gwen - Aidan

Owen - Gwen

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Gwen: 5

Aidan: 4

Beth: 2

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Eliminated: Gwen.


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End of Chapter One

What did you think? I want honest opinions please. I would have published this a lot sooner, but because of the hurricane, my computer was dead. I had no power (still don't, at my grandma's).

What is your opinion on Aidan? Think he'll go far? Is he a good antagonist? Is he worse than Heather? That was what I was aiming for.

Honest reviews, constructive criticism is wanted!

Thanks!