Author's Note: This is the first time I have tried to write something in a very long time. My updates will be weekly if you enjoy reading this story, if you don't then I might just give up on it all together. Anyways, this story is just going to involve the Total Drama crew, from old cast to the new cast just all in the same high school. The show never happened and they have not met each other before. Events will be similar to the show in relation to interactions, but with no challenges what-so-ever. Well here it goes!
"Wawanakwa High School. The high school whose principal, Chris Edward McLean, likes to manipulate the students to where every little event that happens benefits him in some way. The benefits range from a large check to the bank, to prestigious classification, and to having a one night affair with the hottest girl in school. Well, several if said girl is very stupid.
Excuse me for spouting exposition but I needed to so that I could prove my point. This high school is based on popularity. Popularity which derives from the pretty little bimbo cheerleaders and the lunkhead jocks on the football team. The genes which gives women naturally large breasts blesses them with opportunity to jump up and down waving pom-poms around. Now there are popular girls who are not cheerleaders, but that is only because of manipulative tactics and the fact that ninety percent of them are a bitch. This attracts all the hormone-crazed boys to them and causes both heads to think in unity. The genes which give men muscles and a high metabolism to run faster, get stronger, and make that winning touchdown glorifies them in school history as the reason our high school is known in Toronto. This gives them the idea that they are superior, even to those who could potentially solve the cure for cancer once given a college degree, but I digress to the next lower level of students in this popularity pyramid."
I put down my pencil because my hand started cramping up from writing so much. Sitting in my AP Language and Composition class, I was given a project that I went ahead and started. The project was really a paper, but since the teacher needed to give at least one project she's counting the grade as a project. The paper is really simple. The prompt said "Pick a relatable topic that high school students notice today. Incorporate 5-6 paragraphs contrasting the topic you have chosen." Of course you have to incorporate quotes and such, but my writing has always been given a nine on the AP scale whether I use quotes or not.
The teacher was droning on and on about claim, data, and warrant method for research papers, something I had learn freshman year in Honors English. The only reason Pre-AP was not offered then was because the teachers who taught freshman were lacking the intelligence for such a rigorous subject. What I need, well wanted, is to be in the International Baccalaureate program. That program is truly for the gifted, like myself. But alas, if I did the program I wouldn't have time for my hobby, reading. I enjoyed all kinds of reading, but specifically plays. My favorite play would have to be Hamlet for-
"Noah! Give me an example of claim-data-warrant, go!" my teacher interrupted my train of thought knowing that I was not paying attention at all.
"Claim. Noah excels at English. Warrant. I have never made anything below an A in any English class of my school career. Data. Having never made a B or below in any English class, especially Advanced Placement Language & Composition, I obviously am studious to the subject of English," I responded without delay.
The teacher's face turned red, knowing she was shown up by a student who has not paid attention once in a single day of her class. Noah's other classmates turn to look at each other whispering about how he has outdone the teacher yet again.
I on the other hand took no notice to the others, all I cared about right now was finishing this "project" by the end of the day. I picked up my pencil, and continued to write the next section.
Outside on the football field, during first period, were the football players doing their morning workouts. They had made the playoffs for the first time thanks to their spectacular freshman running back Lightning Adams. Lightning had it all, the looks, the agility, the strength, all he needed was a championship MVP trophy and he would be set for the rest of high school. The team before Lightning was well, not anything to come to the games to see. The quarterback had no faith in his team so he would bullet the football at the other team in hopes to injure them. The offensive lineman were good though, only allowing at most 1 sack a game.
The main problem with the team then was the running back, Tyler Davis. Tyler had spunk, he tried his heart out, but he just didn't cut it. If there was a shimmer of hope, Tyler would ruin it. One game, it was the Wawanakwa Warriors versus the Toronto High Timberwolves, there was one minute left on the clock, and the Warriors were down by a field goal at 3-0. It was the Timberwolves ball on fourth and long with Tyler prepared to return it. Everything happened so fast for Tyler, it was almost unbelievable.
Almost. The Timberwolves kicked the ball all the way back to the end zone causing Tyler to drop back and catch it. When he caught it the crowd went wild because he rarely caught the ball on kickoffs. Getting enough blocks, Tyler sprinted as fast as he could down the middle until he made his way to the left side of the end zone. It had seemed like he had done it, giving him an amazing feeling. Then, his right foot stomped on his laces, untied his cleat, and caused Tyler to let go of the ball as he fell. The ball bounced right in front of the end zone where a player from the other team, picked it up, and ran it back for a touchdown. It was the most embarrassing moment in Tyler's football career.
No one talked to Tyler for months after that. No teachers, students, and even his own parents didn't want to associate with the most un-athletic athlete the school had. This year he wanted to change it since originally he was the only running back who willingly played. But ever since Lightning came in, Tyler was a VIP to the bench.
"Benchwarmer! Run a play!" Coach Coleman, a stereotypical big black football coach, barked at Tyler.
His eyes lit up, he hasn't ran a play in practice since last year!
"Whoohoo! Coach I got you," he said putting his helmet on. He ran over to the lineup where the quarterback gave him instructions. Tyler nodded and got set up to run and prove himself.
"HIKE!"
The play started. The QB faked a pass then turned to the right to hand to his running back. Tyler on the other hand thought he was supposed to go left. The defense had gotten past the offensive lineman, shoved Tyler to the ground so they could get the football.
"DAMMIT DAVIS! I GIVE YOU A CHANCE TO DO SOMETHING RIGHT AND YOU MESSED IT UP AGAIN! GET BACK TO THE BENCH! ADAMS, YOURE UP!" Coach demanded.
Tyler slowly got up, brushing off the grass off his black and blue jersey as he proceeded back to the bench. Lightning on the other hand, was jogging out on the field. The QB gave him the same instructions as he did to Tyler, then set up to hike the ball.
"HIKE!"
The same play commenced, but instead of miscommunication, Lightning executed perfectly. After he grabbed the ball, he juked the defensive players, jumped over one, and dragged another all the way to the end zone. All of the team cheered for him, all except for Tyler though.
"I wish there was something I could do to prove myself," Tyler said sighing. He was disappointed in himself again, something that sadly happened a lot.
He looked over to the cheerleaders to watch his ex-girlfriend who were across the field. She was jumping up and down, the tight clothes she had on showed all of her curves. She was the captain of the squad although being only a junior. The way she moved with a pom-pom was the sight to see for anyone, boy or girl. Her name was Lindsey, and she was Tyler's dream girl.
They had gone out previously, the year of the game Tyler lost. The reason for their break up was how no one talked to him, plus the fact she could never remember his name. Lindsey's intelligence matched that of a squirrel, to put it nicely. The only reason she was a junior was because of the fact that all of her teachers have been male, and to pass all she had to do was wear some kind of low cut shirt to class. Her appearance got her through school and it seemed that it would work for the rest of her life. She was perfect for Tyler, at least he thought so. There was only one thing that irritated Tyler about her life now.
The fact that she was going out with Lightning.
Author's Note: There's the first chapter! The rest of the characters shall be introduced throughout the rest of the story if this gets positive reviews and favorites! Thank you for reading and I hope you have enjoyed!
