Hey everyone =)! Here it is, my first FF! It's from Gwen's pov, so if you reckon she may be ooc, let me know with no problems ;)
What else? Enjoy it!
"Dear, are you sure you got everything you need?" my mum asked me for an uncountable time more.
"Yes, mum, don't worry" I responded, trying my best to be as patient as I could.
"Mmm…" she sighed staring suspiciously at my plain brown rucksack, " it looks like you put only the strictly necessary in it"
I rolled my eyes and went to sit on my bed next to my kid brother Matt, while my mother opened the bag and checked its inside. Again.
"You know, it's all your fault" I whispered to my brother.
He smirked. "If your self esteem were higher, you'd probably never accept that bet".
I hit him lightly on his arm and smiled at his capacity to always say thing as he thought they were. He was right, after all. I'd never thought I would win that stupid bet, it had come out only like another joke with Matt and now I was due to do this thing, whether I wanted or not.
It all had started months earlier, when Matt approached me in the garden, intent on sketching our neighbourhood's cat on my pad.
"Read" he ordered, handing me a coloured sheet. Chester McPain, or whatever the name of that young TV host were, was smiling from ear to ear at the centre of it, just under a title in red letters.
Total Drama Island Are you in?
"What's that about?" I asked confused.
"Go ahead" he answered, half –amused, half-serious.
Are you aged from 16 to 17?
Yes...
Would you love being remembered through centuries? Only for something meaning and useful... Has your greatest dream always been being famous and going on TV? Then get to enter the cast of the most exciting reality game EVER! All you need is a cam and your talent to be recorded on it. Say why you should be pick and send us the tape. Well, what are you waiting for? Hosted by the talented Chris McLean
"Then...?"
" C'mon, try to guess!" Matt said with emphasis.
"You're not entering, right? Cause you'll be 16 only in two years..." I stated. Then I realized it. "Unless you cheat! You know I won't allow you doing such a mess"
Matt's smile faded into a resigned expression. "It's not about me joining it. It'll be you, Gwen!" he exclaimed like it'd always been obvious.
"Me? Why? I don't like be on the spotlight at all!"
"Ok, listen sis. You've to send them a tape showing your talent. You say you haven't one. Prove it. They won't pick you, so what's the matter?"
My beloved kid brother was staring at me confidently, like his words were undeniable and I would do nothing but accept.
"Well...I don't know, actually..."
"Take it like another beef bouillon thing. No, wait. Let's make it official" he cleared his throat solemnly, took my pad off of my hand (he smeared my draw!) and assumed the typical bully pose, with menacing eyes, opened legs and crossed arms.
"So what, you little scared gothy girl, are you feeling like you're really going on TV? Like they'll surely pick you for being such an artist as you think you are?"
I thought about it for a while, then I stood up from the ground, ready to face Matt in our best way: playing the enemies.
"Now you listen to me, skater! Yeah, I'm a freaking artist, so? But that'd be no way on earth I'm going on TV like that stupid posers, ok?" I hissed, pretending to be mad at him.
"Then you're signing up for that show, gothy?"
I raised a brow. "Yes, I totally am, skater".
We glowered at each other not even for a minute, before bursting into laughter and throwing ourselves on the grass.
Gosh, I loved my brother. He was one of my best friend since I had memories, alongside with Marilyn, Pixie Corpse and Reaper, my goths friends. Cause yes, I was gothic.
Not that I had always been... But when I turned out like this, I eventually had no regrets. Being goth meant a lot to me; it had helped me in the darkest period of my life and still now, it had its own positive points.
So here I was, a creepy, unfriendly, harsh, solitary goth girl, as my school mates used to point out at me.
Total Drama Island cast commission would never pick someone like me! I had thought. Too much earlier.
"Gwen? Are you still on earth?"
My mind jumped to my room again. "Y-yeah mum, I was distracted..."
"Then please, prevent me into going crazy by packing properly your sack, dear".
I glanced up at her, bended on my now scattered clothes and stuff previously in my bag.
"All right, mum, here's what I'll really need". I got up and approached her.
"Two everyday's outfits" I told her gently putting two dark clothes in my rucksack, "a swim-suit with matched sandals...underwear... pyjamas... cleaning stuff and my sketch pad, of course ".
I smiled hopefully at my mother and after a second of hesitation she smiled back at me.
"I know you're not my Gwenny anymore, sweetheart. It's just...you both grew up so fast, and now you'll be starting a new life alone, and...I'm going to miss it all!"
I smiled guiltily, feeling upset for my mum's state. I did nothing but hugging her, hoping to comfort her a little. It wouldn't be that easy for her to let me go... Matt and me were her only family. We all were tight-knit and had always had no one but us ourselves to rely on. And now that I was to go away from our little "society", as we liked to call it, things were undoubtedly going to change in some ways.
And I was kind of scared.
Ok, granted that english isn't my mother tongue, did you like it? Did not? Let me know anyway! I really need your help to improve my english skills, so review this story with no problems, I'll accept every opinions =) (bad or good! *fingers crossed*)
P. is supposed to be british english, but I'm sure I put some american terms...it happens to me! So, let me know everything =D