Total Drama Highschool

What would happen if Total Drama Island never existed, but the characters met in a boarding school?

14-year-old Courtney stepped out of her dad's new car, revealing a small foot with a wedged sandal. She was so ready for her freshman year at TDH. She made sure to look smart but incorporate fashion at the same time, with her white polo, green tie, matching green headband, black pencil skirt, and small hooped earrings. Her bangs were neatly brushed. She was smart, so why shouldn't she look it? She walked into the building at 8:17, 13 minutes before school started. She needed to make a good impression on the teachers here, so she had brought cookies, and given herself extra time to give them out. She was ready, and she knew it, as did everyone else. Well, they will, she thought as she wheeled her black suitcase up the ramp to the building. Everyone will.

Bridgette sat in the back of the car with her little brother and sister. She didn't see why, at age 14, she couldn't sit in the front seat. But her mother was over-protective. She anxiously twirled the end of her blonde braid and blew her bangs out of her face. Boy, I need to cut my bangs, she thought. She felt ready, but not quite ready for boarding school at TDH at the same time. Do I look okay? she thought, worried. She didn't know what the kids usually wore at TDH, so she just dressed in her normal blue t-shirt, white sweater and jeans. Do the TDH kids usually wear flip-flops? she thought. Do they have pierced ears?. Bridgette had been begging for years to get her ears pierced, but her over-protective mother and stepfather wouldn't allow it. Her mother's muddy SUV pulled up in front of the school, and she hugged her mother and siblings goodbye, got her duffel bag out of the back of the car, and carried it up the ramp.

Heather sat confidently in the front seat of her father's grey Jaguar. She knew she was ready for TDH. She made sure to look perfect for the first day, wearing a light red tank top, a white fuzzy vest, and her favorite crimson skirt, with white tights. She had on small heels that matched her barrette, and she made sure to put on lip gloss. She was a spoiled only child, and enjoyed every second of it, like she had for 14 years. She knew that she was pretty, and took advantage of it. She watched the cars go by on the road: a muddy SUV, a black Audi that had a girl about her age in the front, and lots of others. She got bored after about 10 cars, and luckily, her father's car pulled up at the school right then. She kissed her father goodbye, took her giant white leather suitcase out of the back, re-adjusted her dangly earring, and walked up the ramp to the school. This, she thought, looking at all the people, is where I belong.

Lindsay was sitting in-between her two little sisters. Her stepmother was in the front, and her dad was driving. Lacey, her four-year-old sister, elbowed her while she was putting on her lip gloss. She scootched away from Lacey and continued. Lindsay knew she wasn't the brightest blonde ever, having a C average, but she did know that she was pretty. She had on entirely pink, with her favorite pink tank top, a pink skirt, and her pink 1 1/2 inch heeled sandals. Her headband was the perfect shade to match her lip gloss, which matched everything else she wore. Her only non-pink item were her earrings: gold 2-inch diameter hoops. She could not have been happier when the car pulled up in front of the school. She hugged her family goodbye, got her pink duffel and suitcase out of the back of the car, and walked into her new school.

Isabelle, or Izzy, as she insisted everyone called her, twirled the end of her orange pigtail. She felt the wind blow through her hair as her stepdad's convertible drove down the road. Boy, she loved that feeling, almost as much as she loved being able to go to TDH. Her outfit consisted of an orange t-shirt, a blue headband, and a yellow skirt. Her shoes were boots that went up to her knees, and they were red with bright green shoelaces. Izzy didn't like to match, but she liked to be colorful, which is what she was known for in middle school. She planned today's outfit by looking at a piƱata, from her 8th birthday. She tried to save everything, from plastic bags to cut hair. Her stepdad's convertible pulled up in front of the school, and she grabbed her stuff and ran out of the car, stopping to yell goodbye.

Gwen looked out the window and made a few lines on her sketchpad. She didn't really talk much throughout middle school; she tried not to stand out. This year, she thought, is going to be different. She had blue stripes in her hair, which was her main distinguishing feature. She decided on an outfit consisting of a black tank top, dark blue shorts, a dark green shirt over her tank top, and boots that went halfway up to her knees. She had on a headband, something she hadn't worn throughout middle school, but she wanted to stand out in high school. Not too much, but still some. She got out of the car, said her goodbyes to her mother and 3 siblings, and grabbed her stuff to go inside.

LeShawna was in the front seat of her dad's girlfriend's car. Her little brothers were in the back, fighting with foam swords. She turned on her iPod and started listening to music. She was excited to be going to boarding school, maybe she'd even meet some new friends. She carefully planned an outfit for the "big day", which meant that she was wearing a light pink t-shirt with a maple leaf on the front, silver hooped earrings, and brown shorts. Her shoes were flip-flops, and her hair was in a ponytail. Her suitcase was taken out of the car as it pulled up and she jerked it out. She high-fived 2 girls on the way in.

Katie and Sadie were ecstatic. They were going to a boarding school, and best of all, together! Their outfits matched, with blue tank tops, pink skirts, and their signature pigtails. They had been BFFFL's since forever and couldn't wait to go in. They both wore heels (small of course) and lip gloss. When they arrived they grabbed each other's suitcases and ran inside.

Beth knew that she was happy to go to this school. Really happy. She knew that she would make new friends, join clubs, get awards, and more. Well, she thought that she knew. She hoped. Her whining baby brother was in the back moaning, and she tried to calm him down, which didn't work, and made him scream louder, so she was thrilled to exit the car. Her mother could not have gotten there soon enough. She grabbed her duffel, hugged them goodbye, and RAN inside.