DISCLAIMER: I don't own Total Drama Island, or Total Drama Action. The characters belong to the creators of the series. The awesome creators of the show. You know you love them. xD

Hopefully I can get you to love me and the wackjob characters I have.


.Prologue.

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The sky exploded with lightening and thunder as the storm over Hannah's neighborhood continued to bring down her mood.

She sighed, and lethargically turned away from the window, the pitter-patter of the raindrops on the window, only giving her a headache.

"Ok, what's wrong?"

She switched her gaze to her friend, Abby, and only sighed in response. She wasn't usually such a downer, and she always loved the rain, but what was the point if her dreams were crushed?

Abby frowned at her and sat in front of her, grabbing her hands.

"Hannah, you're bringing me down. You know there's some serious bad karma heading your way for that."

Hannah cracked a small smile. Abby was probably right. Abby was always the most enthusiastic flaming bomb of red hair she had ever come across. There had to be something wrong with her if she was making her feel a bit down.

"There's that Hannah halfway, depressed, but not depressed smile I was looking for." Abby said, trying to cheer her friend up even more.

Hannah sighed once again, an action she seemed to be doing more than ever because of stupid news.

"You know the camp I wanted to go to this summer, to get away for awhile?" Abby nodded. "Well…they didn't choose me to be on the show, slash camp, slash competition."

Abby grinned. "Oh. Well, there's nothing wrong with that Hannah. It's just a camp. Having a camera shoved in your face isn't all that. Trust me. "

Hannah should trust her friend. Abby was a model, the lucky girl, and Hannah couldn't pose for a million bucks, which is what she would have had to do for the camp. Well, sort of.

But, still…it wasn't that that was bothering her. She didn't want a camera in her face that much. It was just that…

"They don't want me as a camper, because they want me as an intern."

Thunder crackled in the background, as other silence filled the room.

Abby stared blankly at Hannah for a moment. "Well –that's…interesting."

Hannah sighed and took her hands from her friend's grasp. "It's not interesting, it's horrible."

Abby sighed sadly and nodded. "Yeah, it is."

"Don't they have to at least ask the applicants if they're willing to be interns and eventually die from tragic deaths?"

"Eh," Abby started. "You would think so. Was there anything on the application that could have meant you agreed to become an intern if they wanted it?"

Hannah moaned, and smashed her face in her hands. "Knowing Chris Maclean, the self absorbed, cameramonging, greedy jerk, it was in the very fine print."

Abby petted her friend's head sympathetically. "At least you don't have to accept, right?"

Hannah only moaned louder.

"Oh."