Ch 1. Prologue

A teenager with dark brown hair, wavy and long with dark chocolate skin wearing a red black plaid flannel, over a black crop top and black ripped skinny jeans with black Vans sneakers was holding up a camera, getting ready to film her audition. She puts by a nearby railing for support so that it doesn't tip while recording. She runs in front of the device to make sure she has it on just right. She smiled as she finally got the camera up and running, ready to record.

The girl then runs over and grabs her jet black skateboard and mounts on it. She then starts riding around the skate park, nearby her neighborhood. She thought that this would be a perfect place to express her personality; it's an advantage into getting on this TV Reality Show she was forced into, Total Drama Island.

The audition was underway as the teen skates through the park. The camera was rolling.

"Hi! My name is Maria. Maria Angelina Townsend. I'm 14 years old, yes, pretty young!" She said as she did a 360 spin then a high helipop over a railing. "But age doesn't matter at this point. It's all about strategy!" She rolls up then does a high stand upon a ramp then releases herself once more as she grabbed her board and rolls down again.

"I have sick tricks when it comes to skateboarding, but I am also fast and spontaneous up on my feet too!" She then slows down to a halt as she snatched up her skateboard and holds it against her hip. "I have an aggressive way of getting through any rough, intense, tricky obstacles! So don't mess with me when I head towards the island! WATCH OUT!" She chuckled as she cracked her knuckles and pulled her fists out into a fighting position.

She stood once more in a normal position and smirks. "But that's all that I have about me. So, please choose me for your reality TV shows, producers! You won't regret it. Peace!" She holds out a peace sign before ending her video and saving it onto her flash drive.

Then Maria sighed. Finally finish. She says to her as she grabs her camera and her stand and folds them into her black backpack. She grabs her skateboard and walks out of the park as heads to the north direction, towards her house.

As she was walking she saw one of her friends, posting graffiti art onto an abandon house. She smirks as she knew what they were doing; knowingly she does the same thing during her free time, every weekend. She runs over to greet them and puts her stuff under a nearby tree so where no one could go and steal it.

One of her friends notices her approach and gave her a swap handshake and a pat on the back. "Sup, Marie? Where have you been?" The one girl with blonde hair shaved off on one side, curly and long on the other asked.

"No one really, just about to finish up my recovery classes." Maria replied grabbing one of the graffiti bottles from the bag they were using. "What about you, Nova? What have you been up to?"

"Well, my parents are finding me a lawyer because of this court hearing I have to go to for starting that street fire in downtown Toronto 2 months ago."

"Damn!" A girl with a braided Mohawk and several ear and nose piercings expressed as she continued spraying the house with the word "Hood Rat" in blue and black outline and bubble letters. "Are you going to jail if you be announced guilty?"

Nova shook her head. "Nah, I am going to be dealing with community service for the next 6 months with probation."

Maria chuckled. "Damn, Nova! You're worse than Victor over there." She pointed at the girl with the Mohawk, teasingly.

"Whateva, at least I'm graduating high school Maria! You have 65 tradies, 35 absences and 20 suspensions and has a GPA of a 2.0…you parents must be very proud!"

Maria almost wanted to spray the toxic paint all over Victor's face, knowing that she has a short temper, but this time…she didn't want to suffer from a black eye. That girl can fight!

"I never knew my parents." Maria mentioned quietly, playing with the cap of the spray bottle. "They died when I was 2 years old so how should I know whether or not they are proud of me?" Then the area grew quiet as the sense of awkwardness filled the air.

Maria's parents are rarely talked about from friends and family, knowing how Maria is sensitive and a bit enraged when she tries to remember something about them but never can because she was too young to remember.

Her parents died from a fire while Maria and her aunt was out shopping and Maria walks in a sees a flaming house, her mother and father burning alive, having to deal with treatments, family services, foster care, etc. The life Maria had was a struggle, which is kind of why she chose the rebellious path throughout her life. Her parents surely aren't there to tell her what to do and what to say. And sure enough Maria's aunt wasn't going to try and help because she has dealt with her altercations too many times already; to the point she's afraid of her niece.

As for Maria, she just ignores her parents altogether and live out her own life and not let anything or anyone step into her path.

Maria sighed as she began to collaborate with the rest of the girls with the graffiti. Moments after, she heard footsteps. Maria's hearing is very good, even when she has rap music, blasting out of her earphones daily. She could hear a mile away without hesitation.

"Woah!" Nova shouted as she pointed over the nearby tree where Maria's camera and skateboard equipment were, well…was.

Someone wearing a black hoodie and black sweatpants had hold of Maria's belongings. As soon as the thief was recognized, he dipped.

Maria was instantly alerted and filled with rage. That son of a bitch! She shouts to herself as she throws spray bottle ground and grabbed a handgun from one of the girls' backpack.

"I'm about the catch this motha—"

"WAIT!" Nova pulled Maria's arm back, while still holding on to the weapon. "Don't do anything hasty Marie! We could call the cops!"

Maria shoved Nova back as she forced her arm free. Nova lost her grip as she looked shocked by Maria reaction.

"Y'all are going just act like bitches now?!" She roared, while trying to run back but her two friends are holding her back. "I am not going to let that nigga steal my shit! I'm going to catch him one way or another, not some bitchy ass authority policemen that ain't gonna help me!"

"Stop, Maria! You're going too far!" Victor said bothered by the fact that Maria is going to use her weapon to catch the thief. This isn't a good idea in Maria's position, what if this could lead to Maria going to actual jail? Not a detention center, this is an adult crime she is about to commit and right before she was going to mail her audition to a show that may change her life!

"I'm not going to let that felon take my shit! I need it to audition for this reality TV show!" Maria blurted out as she continued running, further and further away from the girls who eventually followed.

The thief managed to outrun for Maria eventually but Maria regain her speed as she grabbed the gun and started shooting. Loud gunshots were heard and made the thief edgy and distracted as the gunshots went flying around him. The neighbors took the attention as some looked outside of their windows, seeing two black kids were running and shooting. One of the neighbors were alerted and called the police. This went downhill quick when Maria began to hear police sirens around her. The thief also senses the sound of sirens around him as well and began to slow down as a precaution.

Maria ignored the caution of the sirens and kept on going until she managed to catch up with him. She was close enough to grab his hood and slam him to the ground. Her arms plummeting at his shoulders and dogged him in the street. She was at the point of her punching him, her body on top of his. The bag and skateboard was thrown to the curb after the stranger was hurled to the ground.

"You bitch! Give me my shit you bitch ass nigga!" Maria shouted continuously until the man removed his hood and pulled himself off of the teen rebel. The man had dark brown hair with dreadlocks, a large amount face tattoos and a nose ring.

"Get off of me nigga! You can have your shit, you crazy mah'!" Maria was about to point the gun on the man as she forcefully pointed the gun on the man's hand. But before she could pull the trigger the police put out their guns now and pointed over at Maria.

"FREEZE!" One of the officers yelled.

Maria's heart dropped, her body felt numb; as if she was hypnotized the whole time. As if she her whole personality changed; like she was a whole new person. Her life flashed before her eyes, even when she didn't even experience a near death experienced, again.

The officer shouts out again. "Put your hands up, NOW! Put the gun down and put your hands up. Do it now!"

Maria pulled herself back from the man and puts her hands up slowly. Her heart began to skip. What did I just do? This was something Maria never did before, well nothing this severe as this one. What am I doing? I should've listened to Nova and Victor if I had the chance. But the anger and all those emotions went into her at once. She didn't even care about this reality TV show anyway, until now.

She needs to get away from this neighborhood, she needs help.

Maria was sitting inside a jail cell inside the Toronto police station, she was watching the man who stole Maria's bag get put into handcuffs and went into another police car to go to the Toronto city jail. This is where Maria could've been if she had shot the guy dead. Maria felt like crying, but she also felt like screaming—her face was emotionless at this point because she doesn't know what to do. She stared out into space for a while until a police officer unlocks the gate.

The officer motioned Maria that someone was here to pick her up. "Time to go, kid," he said.

Maria nods and gets up and leaves the cell, following the officer out to the waiting area where she sees her aunt sitting impatiently at her seat.

"MARIA?!" Her aunt yelled out running up to her niece for a rough embrace. Tears came streaming down her mom's sister's cheeks. "Oh my baby, oh my sweet baby!"

Why is she so happy to see me? What the hell is she crying for? Maria says to herself in an infuriated tone. Usually, her aunt would cuss Maria out for doing something crazy like this but she's not; not this time.

"I'm okay Aunt Brea! Damn, you're always so clingy!" Maria cursed in fronts of her aunt as well. Her aunt doesn't really say anything about that because she curses a lot too.

"Let's go home, okay? We need to talk anyways…I already paid half of your fine from the last altercation."

"Okay? Like I car—"

"Thank so very much officer, I'm taking it from here…" Aunt Brea says as she pulls Maria out of the station as quickly as possible before the officer could say anything else.

The officer mumbles under his breath. "I'll pray for that girl, she really need a hobby for herself…geez…"

"…"

Aunt Brea was, as usual, cross with Maria as ever before. Maria on the other hand, was neither annoyed nor mad, she was scared. For the first time, she was scared of the consequence that will enhance towards her as soon as she gets home.

A beating isn't a problem, or being ground, but she almost killed a person. She may be going to either boot camp or mental hospital because Aunt Brea had hinted that Maria may have a mental problem. She's not wrong, Maria, over time, developed a bipolar disorder that causes her to have occasional episodes of outraging anger to enraging hysterical behavior, just like the situation that just happened.

Maria sighed at her silent aunt and asked if she was going to be punished for this. "I can feel it; I can feel that belt slashing right through my arm right now."

"…"

More silence from her relative, Maria asked again. "Is it boot camp? A mental hospital? Therapy? Hypnotizing?"

"Nope, you're going to send over that audition tape for that reality TV show you will be accepted to."

"Uggghhh….I can't believe I still have to go on that stupid sho—"

"MARIA ANGELINA TOWNSEND!" Maria was startled by her aunt's roaring voice. She was afraid to stare at her so she looked the other direction on the passenger seat of the car; the window. "YOU ARE GOING ON THIS TV SHOW AND YOU ARE GOING TO WIN ONE HUNDRED THOUSAND DOLLARS! I'M NOT GOING HAVE MY SISTER'S CHILD BECOME A DAMN FELON, DROP OUT OF HIGH SCHOOL, ALL THIS CRAZY SHIT AND RUIN HER DAMN LIFE! I PROMISED MY SISTER THAT I WILL TAKE GOOD CARE OF YOU AND YOU WILL OBEY MY COMMANDS! DO YOU UNDERSTAND?"

"Yes." Maria mumbled under her voice, Aunt Brea sighed as she pulled into the garage of their home. She turns off the engine of the vehicle and sat there in silence. Maria did the same as she was still looking out of the passenger window.

"Listen," Aunt Brea began, "I know I have been on you lately is because I don't want you to become what your mother was; broken. She too had issues with being rebellious, conniving and denying her death of her our parents. The reason she chose that path is because she didn't get all the attention like me and our two older sisters. She was the middle child, while me, Aunt Rita, Aunt Lily were all older than her. She had younger brothers that were getting most the attention, Uncle Albert and Uncle Nate. Your mom thought she could do whatever she want now that she has no one giving her the attention she wanted. That's how she met your father, my brother-in-law. He saved her and now it's time to not go down the same path your mother went through."

Maria grew silent, still dazing out the window. She is still not comfortable talking about her parents all like that, especially about her family in general involved with it.

"I know you hate talking about your mother and father, but holding in those emotions, hiding them away is not going to change you Maria. I can see you want change, especially after what happened earlier. You saw yourself changing; changing for the worse. Now, do you want to audition for that reality TV show?"

Maria stood still for a second before nodding slowly. Aunt Brea grins for the first time and patted Maria's shoulder, gently.

"Come on, let's go inside and mail in that audition tape."

3 weeks later…

Maria and her aunts were all eager for the grand finale…Maria's acceptance letter. They waited for this day to come for 3 weeks ago and now here is the big moment.

Aunt Brea opened the envelope. Aunt Rita was squeezing Maria's hand vigorously, making Maria cringe out of pain and then yelped. Aunt Rita giggled sheepishly and removed her hand from Maria's.

As soon as the envelope was opened, everyone remains silent. Aunt Brea pulls out the envelope and read. Then, she yelps as her eyes widen and her jaw dropped. Maria got worrisome and stood up from the couch in her living room very quickly.

"Aunt Brea? Did I get in?" She asked anxiously.

"Maria," Her aunt says quietly as everyone thought this wasn't a good sign. Maria's smile faded and began to frown of disappointment.

"I didn't get in, did I?"

"HELL YEAH YOU DID!"

Maria squealed as well as her aunts that were surrounding her then Aunt Brea embraced her niece.

"Congratulations, Maria! I knew you could do it!"

Maria nods. "Yeah, I guess I did…well…Camp Wawanakwa, here I come." She said smiling widely for the first in forever, she was actually happy.

A week later…

Maria and her aunts, uncles and friends were on the dock, wishing lucks and saying their farewells as the rebel was soon to departure. Maria, feeling nervous but also confident upon her role into becoming a reality TV show contestant, she made sure that her luggage was inside the boat and had everything she needs for the next 8 ½ weeks. Her aunts and uncles all gave her hugs and wishing her luck on her big journey.

Aunt Brea grabs something from her pocket, a picture of her late sister and her husband with baby Maria. She gives it to her as an inspirational piece during her time on the island.

"I know, again, you don't like talking about your parents, but they are watching you and want you to make them proud and win 100,000 dollars."

Maria nods, as she stared down at the picture, emotionlessly. Honestly, she has no idea who her parents are or if she feels any pain that they are gone. She doesn't know them quite well and it won't hit until whenever she remembers. Surely she does not remember a single memory about those two. One day she will, maybe not in this time or period but that time will come that she will remember and actually empathize those feelings like her aunts and uncles felt about them dying.

She sighed as she got on the boat and waved goodbye to everyone. Her family and friends all said their final farewells, cheering her name as the boat began to leave the dock. Some of her aunts got emotional while the rest were smiling away.

Maria looked back at the dock until it disappeared from sight. She sat down on the dock and sighed. This is it, she says to herself softly, I'm about to become famous. Hopefully win 100,000 dollars and make my family proud.

She hopes to make everyone proud, even when it comes to strategizing sticking her grounds. Maria still has an opportunity to do what she wants in order to advance throughout the competition that means rebelling is the key. Maybe, it wouldn't be wrong to play a few dirty tricks as well.

As Maria thought this through, she went right back into her rebellious, unruly self, again. She smirked as she was still holding her parents photo in her hand before, without thinking, shoving it down her pockets of her suitcase where it will be lost until further notice.

Well, so much for trying to be good for her family and making them proud. Or maybe this is the only way?

We'll see. Maria sat on the boat, as it get closer and closer to the island, very eager to get to this competition; she's ready for what's ahead of her. Camp Wawanakwa, here I come.

TO BE CONTINUED…

Author's note: Hello, I hope you all enjoyed my first fanfic after 3 years of hesitation and chronic fear. But it's not very perfect since this is my first time in a long time and I am welcome to any constructive criticism and feedback. :) So this story I have in a more, real life situation with society today and a lot of drama. This girl reminds me of my late mother who passed away a year ago and she was a huge rebel, at a very young age. So this is basically where my OC, Maria was based off of. So throughout this series, I would have a character development from this character and maybe a few things changed to the plot of TD itself.

I hope this fanfic was interesting to you all and I will be keeping updates either every week or every other week, depending on my schedule. School's almost over so I will have a lot of time to write this story out swiftly and without any problems, hopefully.

I will keep you posted on the next chapter, thanks! :D ~ Anna S.