A/N: Before you read this story, I suggest that if you haven't read my fanfiction My Life yet, you should. It will help you understand the story a whole lot better. Thanks!!!

TDI with a Twist

Not too long ago, in a world not too far away, a thirteen year old girl was applying mascara in her bathroom on a Saturday when her 'uncle' burst into the room…

"Izzy Izzy Izzy!" Hoffman shouted, running into the bathroom.

I got startled and my hand strayed from my eyelashes to the right side of my face. The mascara got everywhere. "Hoffman you idiot! I'm going to the movies with Trina and Cory today and I don't want to look like a total moron!"

"But Izzy! I've got big news!" He shouted.

"What could be more important than cleaning up my stupid mascara?" I questioned.

"Come on! It's-"

"I don't wanna hear it!"

"Total-"

"No!!!"

"Drama-"

"Please shut up!!!"

"Island!!!!"

"I really could not care le-wait, Total. Drama. Island?" I asked, putting the pauses in the appropriate places.

"Yes, Total. Drama. Island!" Hoffman did the same. "They're holding auditions so you need to make a tape NOW!"

"I can think of two reasons they wouldn't pick me. One, my parents are…according to the media, killers. Even though we call ourselves saviors…anywho…reason two is that I have the same name as a former contestant." I listed.

"One, don't tell them that. Two, use your middle name!" He suggested.

"Fine..." I muttered. I fixed my makeup, and then began to look for my camera.

A few days later in Canada, three male adults sat in front of a TV, watching tapes…

"And that's why you should pick me for your show!" The teenage girl shouted on the screen before the tape ended.

"So what do you guys think of Sophia's audition?" One of the adults asked.

"Hm, I'm not sure Peter, I think she lacks the enthusiasm needed for the show." The second adult commented.

"I don't think the little brat could stand my food." The third adult grumbled.

"Chill Chef, your food isn't the most important part." Peter glared at Chef Hatchet, the chef of the show.

"Just put the next darn tape on Chris!" Chef shouted at the second adult.

The tape turned on.

"Hey everyone! My name is …Gabby. Yeah, Gabby. Short for Gabriella. Anywho, I think you should pick me for your show because my friends say I'm a lot of fun! I love to sing, dance, and act…" The teenager began. Her uncle popped on the screen.

"I'm in your shot!" He shouted.

"Go away Ho-…just go away!" Gabby caught herself in time.

"Mutter mutter…" He said to himself, leaving.

"So yeah, that was my uncle and…my family is pretty nuts…just pick me, okay? Kay thanks, bye!!" The camera turned off.

"One word. No." Chris laughed.

Peter studied the camera. "I don't know, there's just something about that Gabby chick that seems so familiar…her uncle too."

"That girl is way too ordinary." Chef shook his head.

"No way. Gabby is in for sure." Peter wrote something down on a paper and turned the next tape on.

"Hi. I'm Nick. You should pick me because…"

A week or so later, 22 teens received letters in the mail…

"Hey mom!" A 15 year old girl from Maine shouted, running into the kitchen.

"What is it Melissa?" Her mom asked.

"I got a letter from that Total Drama Island show I auditioned for!" Melissa jumped for joy.

"Well read it!" Her mom cheered.

"Dear Melissa, Congratulations! You have been chosen…" She began.

In a living room in California, a 14 year old boy read the letter he received. "…to compete against 21 other people from the ages of 12-17 for a grand prize of one million dollars!"

In a tiny apartment in Texas, a 17 year old girl read her letter aloud to her large family. "Enclosed are directions to Camp Wawanakwa, where you'll have the competition."

In Gabby's suburban home, she read her letter to her uncle. "We hope to be seeing you soon! Yours truly, Chris McClean and others."

A few days earlier, in a Canada studio…

"Why'd you have to address the letter from Chris McClean and others? Why didn't you include Peter and I?!" Chef complained.

"Because I'm the host!" Chris checked himself out in a mirror.

"Peter's your new host y'know, you can't just forget about him." Chef suggested.

"Don't tell me what to do!" Chris scolded, fixing his hair.

Back in Gabby's home…

"Well congrats…what's your name again?" Her uncle wrapped her in a hug.

"Gabby…" She muttered.

"Yeah! Congrats Gabby! Oh, and by the way, if anyone asks, you live with your uncle whose name is…Drew." Drew told her.

"Whatever Uncle Drew…" Gabby laughed, hugging him back.

A week or so later, Chris and Peter stood on the dock of Camp Wawanakwa preparing for the contestants to arrive…

"Do you think anyone's gonna show up?" Peter asked nervously.

"I said move the camera over there!" Chris yelled at an intern, and then turned to Peter. "Of course they'll show up! It's one million dollars, dude!"

"Are you sure?" Peter looked at the ocean that would carry the Boat of Losers and the contestants to Camp Wawanakwa in less than an hour.

"As sure as I'm a handsome host." Chris bragged, flipping his hair back.

Peter shrugged and looked down at his feet. This was going to be a long season with Mr. Fabulous and Mr. Cranky-pants.

Meanwhile, on the Boat of Losers…

Gabby sat on the Boat of Losers, her luggage right next to her. She wasn't totally sure what to expect with this whole Total Drama Island thing. She nervously tugged on a strand of her blonde hair. To avoid suspicion, she had to dye her chocolate brown hair blonde, straighten it, get blue colored contacts for her normally gorgeous eyes of the same color as her old hair, and use makeup to apply freckles. But was it enough? The night before, Gabby could hardly sleep with worry. She was nervous that someone would recognize her and turn her in, even though it wasn't Gabby they wanted, it was most of her family. She sighed as she saw Wawanakwa Island not too far away…