AN; This story is being remade in an attempt to keep Bubbles from being a total Mary Sue. If the fic starts leaning that way, PLEASE tell me. R&R! Oh, and thanks for the tips, Awsomnessdude!
Bubbles P.O.V.
"MOM!" I screamed at the top of my lungs.
She burst in the room, tensed up and armed with her shotgun, my older brother right in front of her, in his fighting position.
"What is it, baby?" She sighed, lowering her weapon.
I gave her the letter, knowing I would only be able to answer in tones only dolphins could interpret.
She looked at it and frowned, "Bubbles I can't read it without my glasses, let me go get-"
I snatched it out of her hands and calmed down enough to read it;
"Dear Bubbles Nicole Duncan,
We are more than pleased to announce that you have been chosen to compete in the newest reality show, Total Drama Island! In this letter you will find your plane ticket and a few papers needed to be signed by you and your gaurdian. We hope to see you next friday!
Sincerely, Chris McLean
"Can I go, ma? Please? I promise I'll do my best!" I begged.
She still seemed hesitant as she answered, "Alright, but behave yourself!"
I nodded and hugged her.
"And no boys." Shane, my brother insisted.
I rolled my eyes and hugged him, too. I was going to be on TV!
Buttercup's P.O.V.
I was lying on my black sheeted bed with the dark green candle on my intable the only source of light in the room.
"B-Buttercup, sweety?" My dad stuttered, knocking on my door.
"My name is not Buttercup," I monontoned, shutting my eyes and balling my hands into fists, "Buttercup is dead, I am BC."
"Right, BC, there's a letter for you... I'll just... slide it under the door."
I heard the sound of paper sliding on carpet and then his footsteps on the stairs. I slithered off my bed and grabbed the letter, opening it witn a sense of foreboding. I swear to fucking god if it was that emo bitch, Raven, again...
I read the letter and shrugged, pushing away the mild suprise.
"Hey dad?!" I called. "What?" He yelled back.
"I'm going on a reality show." I stated.
"Uh... okay?" He answered, confused.
I guess I was going on TV.
Blossom's P.O.V.
I smiled to myself as I read the piece of paper in my hands over and over again.
"Mommy, daddy!" I said, walking down the stairs.
"Yes, Blossom?" My father asked, setting down his newspaper.
I read the letter to him and he seemed weary, as did my mother.
"I don't know about this." My mother said.
I tapped my chin thoughtfully before smiling, "If you think about it, it would be a brilliant opportunity for me to widen my horizons and just imagine how good this will look on a collegs application. Not only will the dean seeme as a genius, but as adventurous and not afraid to take risks."
They both exchanged an anxious look before sighing, "Fine."
I squealed, "I'm gonna be on television!"
Butch's P.O.V.
I read the letter once and groaned, there was no way in hell I was doing this. "Butch?" Lenny, my live in parol officer called.
"What?!" I demanded.
"What did the letter say?" He asked.
I slammed my head against the wall, "It was just some dumb ass thing for a reality show."
I could just hear him smile, "You should do it."
"No." I said simply.
"f you do, I'll write a recomendation that your parol be shortened." He promised. "And if I don't?" I questioned.
A taunting edge came into his voice, "I'll send you back to prison."
I smiled bitterly, "I knew I hated you."
Great, I was being forced to go on TV.
Brick's P.O.V.
I was playing football with my little brother, when the nanny walked up to me. "What can I do for you Wendy?" I asked her with a smile.
She smiled back and passed me a letter.
I frowned, "Hmmm."
"What is it?" Ben, my brother, asked, jogging to stand next to me.
"A reality show invite." Brick murmured, adjusting his red cap.
"Oh, how exciting!" Wendy cheered and walked back into the mansion.
"Cool, you're gonna be on TV!" Ben chirped and threw the ball up at my face. Ow.
Boomer's P.O.V.
I was strumming my guitar, when I saw the mail van drop off a few envolopes.
"I'll get it!" I boomed running down the stairs.
"No its my turn!" My little sister screeched.
"I called dibs!" My little brother argued.
"We wanted to." The twins complained in usion.
I was already running out the door.
I looked trough the mail, muttering to myself, "Bill, bill, bill, ME?!"
I ripped it open and nearly passed out after I read it.
"Next time you see me, I'll be on the TV!" I shouted and the twins chorused, "Shut up, Mr. Poet!"
Sooo, how did you like my first chapter? It was more like an introduction, but that is how all great stories start. Those of you who have actually watched Total Drama Island, tell me who you think the ruffs anf puffs are most like. I tried to make some similarities between the characters, but those of you who didn't watch Total Drama Island, shouldn't have any problem keeping up with the story. Okie, that was all I needed to say, BYEEE!
