This story is kind of based on my childhood, kind of. Anyway hope you enjoy. Disclaimer: Don't own Total Drama.

Sweet Dreams and Bad News

Arianna's POV

*Five years ago*

It was another boring afternoon like always. It was the middle of spring and I decided to walk home early from school since my 5th grade teacher, once again gave me another bitchy-fit. I wasn't always a good girl in school. I would always curse at her or ignore everything she says to me. I thought to myself and suggested that I should probably go back to school to apologize to the teacher for my rude behavior, but instead I just kept walking. Not really a safe idea for a ten-year old girl like me, since I live in the ghetto in Queens. There's always problem's and trouble's, I never really pay attention to it. That is of course if I have my headphones on my head listening to loud music, which I do.

I moved my head up and down to the beat of the music. I've always loved listening to rock n roll and heavy metal. It's awesome to me.

I was almost to my apartment down the block across the street. I took off my headphones and placed them in my backpack as I kept going, but then something stopped me.

A noise of broken glass and furniture being toast to the ground from the inside of a blue house stopped me. I heard yelling and screaming inside.

My head was filled with curiosity as I think to myself "What was going on in here?"

Suddenly, the front door opens. "GET OUT OF HERE!" A man screamed and a boy ran out of the house to the side and hop over his fence. I recognize him in my art class, he's always quiet and he never talks. He was kind of my age, but I never really know. I wonder for a second and decided to follow him. He ran to an ally way and stop. I stopped and leaned against the wall as I poke my head out half way.

The boy was walking back and forth with his hands on his head with stress. He kicked the trash cans and sat on the ground and wrapping his arms around his knees as he put his head in between them, covering his face as he began to cry.

"Should I go help him or just leave?" I said to myself thinking. "I must be crazy" I said, so I leaned out the wall and quietly walked turds him.

I then kneeled down in front of him carefully just wounding what's the first thing I should ask. I reach out my left arm on his shoulder. "Hey, are you okay?" I said but he didn't lift his head or say anything, but he gasped for breath very deeply and I panicked.

"Oh my god, what's happening? Do you have as-ma?"

He still didn't lifted his head and I looked around to see if anyone was here that can help.

But then, a hand grabbed me by the neck very tightly. He then lifted up his head and I saw his face. His hair was covering his left eye and an evil grin came across his face. I saw death in his eyes as he saw fear in mine.

"You should never talk to strangers, silly girl." He said with a voice that I would never forget.

"Pl-please...your...hurt-ing me" I said struggling for breath as I tried to escape, but he was too strong.

He laugh as he pulled out a knife from his pocket and put it agents my face. "What a pretty face." He laughs.

"No, please...don't, help please." Tears came down as I closed my eyes, hoping something or someone would save me. Then the boy gasp deeply again and this time, his hair was up all spiky and his smile was gone. He looked at me and saw his hand on my throat and the other hand holding a knife. "Oh my gosh!"

He let go of me and threw the knife away from him.

I breathed in heavily and deeply for some air and looked at him with fear.

"I'm sorry, I'm deeply truly sorry." The boy said and began to cry again.

"Hey, it's okay. You didn't hurt me...much." He looked at me with surprise and tears. "Really?"

"Yeah...maybe we should forget that this ever happened and start over. Uh, hi my name is Arianna Ramos."

I said proudly and held my hand out nervously just thinking that this was a stupid idea since this kid tried to kill me. He smiled and grabbed my hand and shook it while he got up with me.

"My names Michael Rush, but I prefer being called mike for short." I smiled widely, so did he. I thought he looked cute smiling with that gap between his teeth.

…

We both walked to my apartment as he explained to me what happened inside his house. His mother was being beaten by his drunken father. He also told me that he tried to help his poor defenseless mother, but his father heated him. So hard, he was knocked out. But when Mike woke up he found himself holding his father's neck as he was on top of him. It was like he didn't remember doing that. After that he said his father kicked him out.

I felt bad from him; he shouldn't have to deal with this mess.

But I still mostly want to know why he went crazy on me in the ally. Whatever, it's none of my business anyway.

"So, this is where you live?" He asks when we stopped walking. "Yeah."

"Well, I better go back to my home. I guess I'll see you in art class tomorrow." He said walking away.

"Wait!" I shouted, and then he turned around. I ran up to him.

"Look, you're very weird and quiet in class...WE SHOULD BE FRIENDS!" I pulled him in for a hug and squeezed him.

He hugged me back too. "I never had a friend before." Mike said with happiness.

We let go and stared at each other.

"Bye, Mike." I then left to my apartment.

"Good bye, Arianna." Mike replied.

"This was no ordinary day." I said with fear in my head.

*Five years later*

~Beep...Beep...Beep~

Slowly I opened my eyes; the first thing I looked at was the ceiling of my room. I felt the cold wind blowing through my neck as I turned to my desk where my alarm clock was buzzing.

~Beep...Beep...Beep...~

"Oh shut up already." I slammed on the snooze button of my annoying alarm clock and groaned from that little memory dream that I just had a moment ago. It's amazing that I can still remember Mike and me when we were kids, even tho it's been three year's since us both split up. In the 7th grade I had to move with my older brother Christen in Huntington Station cause our parents were killed.

They were both stabbed multiple time's in the front and back. My mother's throat was sliced very gruesomely. I had no one to take care of me except for Christen.

Mom, dad, and he never got along with each other. Christen moved out at the age of 18, now he's 21-years-old and works at a bar.

I wasn't excited about moving to a new school or neighborhood, especially being away from Mike. The both of us were the best of friends. I was his only true friend and he was too, I still remember the day when we both played hide-n-seek in the woods. He counted and I was the one hiding, he started as I tried to figure out where to hide till I climb up the tree. I waited almost a half an hour in that tree so I came down and started to find Mike.

I looked and looked and saw Mike crying on the ground and I dash my way to him to ask what happened. Once he saw me, he ran to me and hugged me tight.

"I thought you...left me alone." I remembered him saying.

"Don't ever leave me; I don't want to be alone." He said sobbing.

"Hmm memories." I said to myself with a smirk on my face as I nodded.

I got out of bed to see if Christen was a wake making breakfast. I came down stare in my red boy short's and grey t-shirt and my hair was in a pony-tail. I was never a girly girl either. I wasn't into make-up, dolls, or any girly things. I was into skateboarding.

Christen was in the kitchen making pancakes, my favorite just the way dad use to make them. "Morning li'l angel." He said when he saw me, sitting down on the table. "Good morning, is it going to be a boring day where I have to stay home while you're working or a lame day, where I do more homework?" I said with a smile on my face.

"Both. But I putted you in something that I know you're gonna hate me for, li'l sis." He finally gave me my pancakes with syrup and puts his arm's cross on the table to stare at me.

"What is it?"

"You're going to the Huntington high school on Tuesday, tomorrow. Wish you should go today, but tomorrow instead so everyone with know you're new.

I had my eye's wide open and I started choking on my food.

"Oh shit, Ariy...Ariy are you okay. Easy girl easy." Christen was rubbing my back as I tried to calm down. I drank my orange juice to clear my throat then breathed.

"Dude, are you insane. Do you know what those big jock-heads do to kids in the high school, beat them up! And the teachers! There's no way I'm going!" I shouted at Christen with my voice so high, it almost made his ear's bleed. He put a finger in he's right ear and wiggled it to heard better.

"Look, it's been three years since you haven't been in school, Arianna. I'm done homeschooling you, I want you to make friends, have fun, all of that stuff. Or perhaps, you want to be known as the girl who has ever experience high school in her life." He said with a smirk across his stupid face. I just sat on my chair to think for a second. He's right (for once), it has been three years, and I truly want to make new friends to have fun. I don't want to be home schooled anymore, but I still don't want to go. I truly am a little teenage brat.

"I'd rather be in an orphanage then be in a high school." I then cross my arms and slouch slowly down to the chair, taking my eyes off him. But there was a silence from Christen. He looked down at his feet with sadness, then putted both hands in his pocket's to lean agents the wall.

"There's something else you should know." He said with disgust. "I'm tired of babying you Ariy...I can't keep taking care of you for the rest of my life. I love you, but if you don't go to the school, I will put up for adoption, I have a life too." A moment of silence appeared once more, but it appeared with anger and sadness. My heart had an unforgettable pain, like a bullet perspired right through it.

"You're joking, right?" I ask nervously wiggling my fingers back and forth against each other. There was no response from Christen at all; he just stared at me with a plain emotional face. Tears began to fall from my eyes down to my cheeks. I can't believe this, my only older brother, thinking of putting me up for adoption. I couldn't even look at him. "I can't believe you, I hate you!" I ran off out of the kitchen back upstairs into my room. I slammed the door and got into my bed, where I buried myself under the blankets.

"It's not fair", I thought to myself.

"If I could have one wish right now, it would be to have Mike right here beside me to tell me what I should do."

Christen's POV

I felt my heart drop to the bottom of my stomach. "Why did I say that, I'm such an idiot." I said to myself while feeling guilt in my heart. I can't believe I lied to my baby sister about adoption; I would never do that to my own sweet little sister. I began to cry and looked out the window.

"Mom…dad…things are not the same since you guys have been gone for a long time. Ariy misses you, I miss you." Then I heard Ariy coming from upstairs. I quickly wiped off my tears and turned to her.

"Fine, I'll go, but I won't enjoy it." She said, but without looking at me. I felt hated and I dissevered it.

Later at 9:00 we went to the store to by her things for school tomorrow. After that we went home, without speaking to each other.

I will always love my sister, even if she mad at me. When we got home she went to bed without saying "Good night" or "I'm going to sleep". I went to bed to since I have to wake she up really early. I just hope tomorrow will be a good day for her.

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