A/N: I must be insane to be writing this. Seriously. It's my third Total Drama OC story. So far I've done a younger contestant who falls for Duncan and is friends with Courtney, a new World Tour contestant who is on to Alejandro pretty early but still falls for him, and now I'm doing this one. Thing is, one character I never really focused on is Geoff. And I've only written a character on the Killer Bass, before, so how about writing a character who's on the Screaming Gophers?

Plot: Elle is Geoff's younger sister by 10 months. When they're both accepted to Total Drama Island and are split up by their teams, will she still be able to hang out with them? And Elle will be paired with someone. Please review!

Oh yes, and I know this does conflict with Geoff's backstory with his family, so this is AU in that way.

Disclaimer: I do not own Total Drama. I do own Elle.

"Okay, Elle...and action!"

I smiled at the camera, pulling my hair into a ponytail. "Hi! So maybe you're thinking I'm boring. Or maybe you think I look a lot like that party animal with the cowboy hat if you already watched the audition tape. Yeah, that's my brother. And by the way, that's why you're putting me on Total Drama Island. You want drama? I'll give you drama! You can do absolutely anything, but we won't drive each other any more insane than living together has!" I grinned. "Oh yeah, and by the way, I play the game how I play everything: Fair, fun and let's not forget – I'm in it to win it!" I turned back to my cameraman. "That's it."

My brother Geoff, who was recording my audition tape for the new reality show, let his finger hover over the button to end the recording. "I don't know...wouldn't they prefer to see the real you?"

He always teased me like that. "Seriously, Geoff, turn that thing off. I'm done."

He finally finished the recording, and grinned at me. "So you think that'll get them to accept you? Seriously, little sister, you need to show your wild side! Where's the Elle that comes out when she's at the clubs?"

"Locked up in the closet." I quipped. "Like the Geoff you bring out when there's something you have to take seriously. Like the fact that Mom said you're not supposed to be out every night during finals, except you've found a way to get in and out of the house for the last five nights. And you dragged me out three nights ago to film your audition tape while you were at the beach, and then you convince me to apply too! I take things seriously, something you could learn!"

"Chill, sis! That party was awesome, wasn't it? We both had fun."

Having grown up the way we had, Geoff and I were both party animals to a point. I could take about two a week, maybe three. If there wasn't one six days a week with Geoff, he'd throw one every night Mom and Dad were out that week (they were out usually two nights) and make sure it was the biggest one yet. To be honest, I adored Geoff, and I always would. We were close for siblings, mainly because even though we were only ten months apart, he took his job as the older sibling very seriously when he thought it was important...like when he was already getting into stuff like alcohol when he'd first turned sixteen and I was still fifteen, he wouldn't let me have any. And he also wanted to make sure he knew every boyfriend I had so he'd know they were decent (which is why I'd only dated three boys ever and none of them were serious...but he couldn't stop me having a few hook ups at parties, since they weren't serious and I didn't get caught).

"I'll admit I enjoyed it," I sighed jokingly, "If you admit that I'm more likely to be accepted than you."

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Two weeks later, the two of us were speeding on a boat to the five star resort at Camp Wawanakwa with all our luggage for the next eight weeks. Yes, we'd both been accepted!

We could see the host, Chris McLean, and three other competitors, all about the same age as us (sixteen). There was a pudgy but short girl with huge glasses and braces, a tall muscled guy with dark skin, and a scowling goth girl.

Geoff jumped off the boat first. "Chris McLean!" he exclaimed brightly. "Sup, man! It's an honour to meet you, man!"

"The Geoffster!" Chris answered. "Welcome to the island, man."

"Thanks, man."

"They say 'man' one more time, I'm gonna puke." muttered the goth.

I jumped off the boat too. "Hey, Chris." I greeted the host, looking around for our accomodations. "Um, where's the hotel you were talking about?"

"Yeah, about that." Chris began. "We had to downgrade where you're staying a bit." He pointed to a couple of crappy cabins further up. "Anyway, Elle, welcome to Camp Wawanakwa!"

I sighed and rolled my eyes, but went to stand with the other four as another boat dropped the next competitor off.

"Everybody," Chris introduced, "This is Lindsay."

The girl standing there was very pretty, a blonde with blue eyes and a bandanna, wearing brown cowgirl boots.

"Not too shabby." Chris muttered.

"Hi!" Lindsay said in a soft girly voice. "Okay, you look so familiar..."

"I'm Chris McLean." Chris answered. Lindsay looked blank. "The host? Of the show?"

"Oh, that's where I know you from!" Lindsay said brightly, smiling again.

I rolled my eyes. Wasn't it obvious?

But I'd take Lindsay over the next camper any day. At least Lindsay said hi. The girl who stepped onto the dock next scowled, took off her sunglasses, and her eyes flickered over all of us critically.

She ignored Chris as he acknowledged "Heather."

The short girl jumped in front of her, calling "Hi! Looks like we're your new friends for the next eight weeks!" Heather cringed away from her, looking disgusted.

I was about to ask the short girl's name when punk music began playing from the next boat. A boy with a lot of piercings and a green mohawk was the next person. He jumped onto the dock, a scowl on his face.

"Duncan, dude." Chris greeted him.

"I don't like surprises." the boy said, holding up a fist.

"Yeah, your parole officer warned me about that, man." Chris said. "He also told me to give him a holler any time and have you returned to juvie."

Duncan's expression changed. "Okay, then." he walked to where the rest of us were standing. As he passed Heather, he said "Meet you by the campfire, gorgeous."

"Drop dead, you skeez." was her reply. "I'm calling my parents." she added. "You can not make me stay here."

Chris held up a bunch of papers.

At that moment, there was another boat, a boy in a red tracksuit waterskiiing on it. "Ladies and gentlemen," Chris announced, "Tyler!" At that moment, this Tyler guy went flying, falling into the luggage everyone had placed in the same space on the dock. Tyler's bag fell into the water, the splash soaking Heather.

"Ugh, my shoes!" she exclaimed.

I didn't know what it was, but I disliked Heather already, and I couldn't help but grin when she was the one who was soaked.

"Wicked wipeout, dude!" called Chris. Tyler gave us the thumbs up before climbing out of the luggage.

The next boy was holding a keyboard as he arrived. He had little square glasses and stubble. "Welcome to camp, Harold." Chris greeted him.

There was a pause.

"What's he looking at?" lisped the shortest girl in a loud whisper.

"So you mean this show is at a crappy summer camp and not on some big stage or something?" Harold asked. Chris confirmed it. "Yes! That is so much more favourable to my skills!"

Next was a boy Chris introduced as Trent. He was tall with a friendly face and green eyes, and he carried a guitar case. "Hey, good to meet you, man!" he greeted Chris. "Saw you on that figure skating show. Nice work."

"Hey, thanks, man." Chris answered. "I knew I rocked that show!"

"I saw that!" said the shortest girl. "One of the guys dropped his partner on her head! So they got immunity that week."

"Lucky." remarked Harold. "I hope I get dropped on my head."

"Me too!" said Lindsay, sounding completely sincere about it.

"So, this is it?" Trent said, frowning. "Alrighty then." He stood with the rest of us, immediately smiling at the goth. She scowled at first, but the minute he looked away, she smiled for the first time.

I caught her eye and mouthed "He likes you." Mistake. She scowled again and shrugged. I smiled at her apologetically as the next camper arrived, a girl with pale blonde hair in a ponytail, holding a red and orange surfboard.

"Hey. What's up?" she greeted Chris.

"All right." Chris grinned. "Our surfer chick, Bridgette, is here!"

"Nice board." Duncan said bitingly. "This ain't Malibu, honey."

"I thought we were going to be on a beach." Bridgette explained.

"We are!"

Yeah, but not a surfing beach. Not a swimming beach, either. It was covered with litter and the water was clouded with pollution.

"Great." Bridgette muttered, but she greeted everyone else nicely enough.

I could immediately see something in Geoff's face change. I'd seen it millions of times, whenever he had a crush on someone. He immediately introduced himself to Bridgette, trying to give her his most suave smile. She immediately turned to face him, half the guys having to duck as her surfboard turned with her.

"Dang! Watch the board, man!" Harold told her.

The shortest girl also introduced herself. "Hi, I'm Beth!"

Bridgette turned again, the boys having to duck again. "Hey."

"Okay, we've all met surfer girl." Heather muttered, still trying to wring water out of her long dark hair. "Can we get on with the show, please?"

"Someone missed their double cappacino macchiato this morning." Duncan teased her.

"Get bent."

"Our next camper is Noah!" Chris announced, rubbing his head from getting hit by Bridgette's board earlier.

Noah was a skinny dark little thing. "You got my memo about my life-threatening allergies?"

"I'm sure someone did!" Chris said brightly.

"Good, is this where we're staying?"

"No, it's your mother's house, and we're throwing a party!" Duncan informed him. I couldn't help giggling.

Noah didn't seem to find this funny. "Cute. Nice piercings, original, do them yourself?"

"Yeah, you want one?" Duncan grabbed Noah's lip as a threat.

"Uh, no thanks, can I have my lip back, please?" Noah said, still managing to sound calm. "Thanks."

Next was an African-Canadian girl, who waved from the boat, yelling "What's up, y'all, Leshawna's in the house!" She stepped onto the dock, greeting Chris as she passed. "Feel free to quit now and save yourselves the trouble, cause I came to win!" She grinned at everyone. She high fived the muscled dark guy.
"I've never seen a girl like you in real life before." Harold remarked.

"Excuse me?" Leshawna said.

"You're real big. And loud."

Leshawna scowled. "What did you say to me? Oh no you didn't! You have not seen anything yet, I show you big, baby!" Some of the guys had to hold her back.

I grinned, liking her already. "Hey, Leshawna!" I greeted her, whispering "Don't take any notice of that dweeb. He probably doesn't mean anything by it."

Leshawna smiled at me, just as the next two campers arrived, two girls dressed alike in stripy tops and pink shorts.

"Ladies." Chris greeted them, "Sadie, Katie, welcome to your new home for eight weeks!"

"Omigosh, Sadie, look!" exclaimed the skinnier darker girl. "It's a summer camp!"

"Okay, I've always wanted to go to summer camp!" answered the plumper paler girl. "Eeee!" No, seriously, she squealed like that. Okay, so Katie was the dark one, and Sadie was the pale one. I'd need to remember that.

"Ezekiel," Chris greeted the next camper, a scruffy looking guy wearing a hat, "What's up, man?"

Ezekiel pointed up. "I think I see a bird..."

Trent snickered.

"Okay," Chris said, "I know you don't get out much. Been homeschooled your whole life, raised by freaky piarie people, just don't say too much and try not to get kicked off too early, okay."

"Yes, sir!"

The next camper was dorky, some guy with nice blue eyes attempting to be cool. "Cody!" Chris greeted him (wow, I'm using that phrase a lot). "The Codester! The Codemeister!"

"Dude, psyched to be here, man." Cody answered, his eyes raking over all of us. "I see the ladies have already arrived. Alright."

He was about to say something to Leshawna, but she said quickly "Save it, short stuff."

At that moment, Cody looked at me and grinned. "Hey, beautiful." he greeted me.

I smiled sweetly and said "If you're going to hit on someone else later on, you might want to move along."

The next girl to step onto the dock was some scary monobrowed girl with serious muscles in athletic gear.

"Eva." Chris acknowledged. "Nice. Glad you could make it."

The girl dropped her bags on Cody's foot. "Ow! What's in there, dumbbells?"

"Yes." Eva answered flatly.

"She's all yours, man." Duncan muttered to the muscled guy.

The next boy was huge and loud. "Woohoo!" he yelled. "Chris! What's happening! This is awesome! Woohoo!"

"Owen, welcome!" Chris said, trying to match the boy's enthusiasm.

"Awesome to be here, man!" Owen said, nearly crushing Chris in a hug. "Man, this is just so..."
"Awesome?" the goth girl suggested with a smirk.

"Yes! Awesome!" yelled Owen. "Are you gonna be on my team?"

"Oh, I sure hope so." the goth muttered, drawing the 'crazy' signal next to her ear.

"You about finished?" Chris asked, frowning.

Owen put him back down. "Sorry, dude. I'm just so psyched!"

Chris nodded, already looking at the next boat. "Cool. And here comes Courtney!"

The girl on the next boat smiled and waved. She was quite pretty, with big dark eyes and shoulder-length brown hair. Chris helped her off the boat. "Thank you," she said, before walking over to us. "Hi, you must be the other contestants." she said. "It's really nice to meet you all." I raised my eyebrows. She seemed nice, but no way was she a teenager! Teenagers did not talk like that.

Then again, most of the teenagers I talked to were just as much into having fun as I was (my friends) or party-insane (Geoff and his friends).

Owen shook her hand. "How's it going, I'm Owen!"

"Nice to meet you," Courtney began, about to be sidetracked by the next boat "Ow...wow."

The next contestant had one word to describe him...hot. He looked like a life-size Ken doll and all the girls were mesmerized, including me. I heard Sadie fall to the ground behind me.

"This is Justin. Welcome to Total Drama Island." Chris greeted him.

"Thanks, Chris, this is great." the guy said.

"Just so you know, we picked you based entirely on your looks."

"I can deal with that." Justin shrugged.

"I like your pants!" Owen blurted out.

"Thanks, man."

"Cause they look like they're all worn out! Did you buy them like that?"

"Uh, no, just had them for awhile." Justin answered.

"Oh." Owen said. "Cool."

Finally, the last contestant was coming. Chris pointed her out. "Hey, everyone, Izzy!"

The girl, who had long curly red hair, smiled and waved. "Hi, Chris! Hi! Hi-" she gave a squeal as she jumped off the boat, missed the dock, hit her chin on it and fell into the water.

"Oh, that was bad." Tyler chuckled.

Courtney ran to the edge to help Izzy out of the water. "Guys, she could be seriously hurt."

Izzy seemed fine when she got out, though. "That felt...so...good! Except for hitting my chin. This is summer camp? That is so cool! Do you have paper mache here? Are we having lunch soon?"

"That is a good call!" exclaimed Owen.

"First things first." Chris answered. "We need a group photo for the promo. Everyone on the end of the dock!"

We obediently went to the end, posing. I wasn't short or tall, so I went into the middle, standing right behind Katie and Sadie, who were sitting back-to-back in the centre at the front. I was in front of Owen and next to Justin.

We were standing there for ages, because Chris forgot to take off the lens cap and then found the card was full. "Hang on!"

"Come on, man, my face is starting to freeze!" Leshawna called out impatiently.

"Got it! Okay!" called Chris. "Everyone, say "Wawanakwa'!"

"Wawanakwa!" we all chorused obediently...that was until the end of the dock broke under our weight and we were all dumped into the water.

"Okay, guys," Chris said, "Dry off and meet me at the campfire pit in ten!"

I know, long (for me at least) and all filler. Next chapter will be a little more interesting. Please review!