recently started a story but this sotry came to me last night while I was trying to sleep and I actually really like it. It is kind of like the book

or movie My Sister's Keeper but it sort of evolves to it's own story later on. Please Note: I'm pretending TDA and TDWT never happened

so

this is 5 years after TDI which was the only season, so the episode where Owen wins is the last episode anyone ever saw. This

doesn't

sound like it would be a DXC thing but it is, Duncan's just not here yet :). He will be next chapter. ALSO this is important! Please don't

get

too angry with me if I got some of the leukemia facts wrong, I looked some up and also I tried to remember from My Sister's

Keeper but that's about all I know so if I was wrong feel free to correct me but please be nice because I do want to learn from my

mistakes.

Anyway

please review!

Also! I'm really sorry if this not it written oddly. My words are over lapping each other and I don't know why!

No one's POV

"Will you do it?" Gwen asked looking hopeful.

The brown haired girl sitting next to her hospital bed looked down.

"Yeah. I'll do it." Courtney sighed, but then smiled at her best friend.

"Good." Gwen laughed. "I mean how could you say no to a dead girl?"

A week earlier

Courtney's POV

"Courtney, it will be okay." Gwen tried to calm me down. But it wasn't going to be okay. I had let her down.

"I-I can t-take the test again! Maybe they were wrong! Maybe I'm a m-match!" I stuttered. I was crying and I couldn't help it. I had just been told my best friend would die sometime next week.

"There not wrong Courtney. You're not a match. They don't mess this type of thing up." Gwen said still with a smile. She had a great smile; I always wished she would smile more.

"You c-can't just d-die." I said, this time I cried big time. Everyone in the hospital looked over. I didn't care, all I cared about it that I'd never see Gwen again.

"You knew there was a risk of this happening." Gwen said, acting like I should accept the fact she would be dead in a week.

"Damn, damn leukemia." I whispered, while covering my eyes. Gwen's white blood cells were lowering down and could fight much longer.

"Hey, look at me, I'll be okay. I could fight it any longer. This is not the way to live. Going through chemo, losing my hair, relapsing every time. I'm ready to go." Gwen said. She wanted to die?

"How could you say that? Life is worth living, and your life is no excuse." I said back, but I knew it was killing her. She was weak, barely came to class anymore. The leukemia was shutting down her nervous system. She always had headaches, and told me sometimes she had trouble seeing correctly. Gwen was skin and bones and the chemo made her hair fall out but she was still my beautiful best friend.

"Courtney, you don't get it. I'm 21, I should be having fun or studying for finals or dating but instead I'm stuck here, this isn't life." Gwen told me.

"I need to sit down." I stuttered and walked out of her room and sat in a waiting chair. Gwen and I were 21 years old. She wouldn't get to do so much. She would never get married, never graduate, never get a job, or have kids, she would never come to my wedding, and we would never have game night with our future husbands like we said we always would. I didn't want to leave Gwen alone for too long so I went back in.

"How long have you known?" I said holding back tears.

"What?" She replied.

"How…..how long have you known….when you were going to die?" I repeated.

"About a month or so." She said quietly.

She has known she was going to die for a month and didn't even bother to tell me? I visited her everyday and she didn't tell me?

"Courtney, I'm sorry. I just didn't want you counting down the days. I didn't know how to tell you either." Gwen said looking down.

I didn't have time to be mad at her. She wasn't going to die with me being angry with her. I'd never forgive myself.

"Its fine, I understand." I admitted.

"There's something I wanted you to go for me. It's a big one." She said. She wanted me to do something for her? Why would I say no?

"Go on."

She sighed. "Well, when they told me I have a month to live, I started writing letters. Not just random letters but to certain people. I wrote about fifty letters, some to friends at school, some to my family, and some…" Her voice trailed off.

"And some?"

"Courtney," she pulled a box form under the bed, "I want you to deliver these letters, personally, to everyone who was on Total Drama Island with us."

"What? Why them? That was ages ago!"

"I was always so quiet on the island, I had a lot to say, but I didn't and I still regret that. I had something to say to everyone and that's all in these letters. Please, please, deliver them."

This was asking a lot. I don't know where these guys live! Would if they moved around the country, or out of the country!

"I want you to leave after I die next week. Also the rest of my college fund is yours for gas, train ticket, plane ticket, hotel, food whatever you need to deliver those letters. It's yours."

This was insane! Meet up with people I haven't seen in what five years and say 'Hey Gwen's dead here's a letter from her!'

I wanted to say no. Instead I said, "I'll think about it."

I visited Gwen every day before she died and she asked me every time if I was going to do it but every time I'd say I would think about it. Then one day, I knew I had to respond, so I went to her and we talked and then she of course said what she always does.

"Will you do it?" Gwen asked looking hopeful.

I looked down.

"Yeah. I'll do it." I sighed, but then smiled at her best friend.

"Good." Gwen laughed. "I mean how could you say no to a dead girl?"

I really thought that was more sad then funny but Gwen laughed so I did too. The next day she died, almost as if she planned it.

I looked down at the box in my hands. I opened it. Inside were so many letters to everyone on Total Drama Island. Each of their names each on an envelope. One name stuck out though.

Duncan.

Might as well start with him.