I do not own Total Drama Island OR Naruto…though Naruto has NOTHING TO DO WITH THIS!!
CHAPTER ONE;
The EVIL Writers Block!
It was another boring day at camp. Owen was off in the food hall, eating everything in plain sight…except Chef and Harold because that would be cannibalism. Continuing, Chef was more than happy to cook for someone who actually loves his food! As for Harold, well I really don't know why he's there. Heather was hogging up the old camp bathroom, leaving poor Lawshanna and Gwen outside on the hottest morning ever waiting ever so patiently to use the toilet. The other campers stayed inside of the cabins either because of the excruciating heat or the fact that Chris had yet to wake them. And what about Chris? Well, Chris was off in his luxuries air conditioned home, wondering what activity he should make the campers do next. Yes, Chris does have to make up the events! What? Did you think he hired some people to do the script for him?
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Don't answer that! Anyways, he was has having a hard time trying to figure out a way to humiliate the campers and make the show more interesting. Now usually Chris isn't so worried over stuff like this but lately the viewings have been increasingly dropping, which is NOT GOOD! Trust me, its not. But I mean how hard can it be to write a simple plan of the day?
"GOSH! WHEN DID PLANNING BE COME SO DAMN HARD?!" Yelled the furious (and Famous) Chris the Director of (cue the dramatic voice) Total Drama Island (But I bet you already knew that)! Slopping down in his nice soft cushiony chair, hoping that his comfort would chase away all the stress, looked back at the evil blank computer screen. Despising how it mocked the fact that he could come up with absolutely nothing! 'Might as well wake the campers, can't let them have all the peace.' With a small chuckle, Chris stood up from the tempting chair and walked to the front door. As he was about to open the door he suddenly remembered something. In a blink of an eye, he dashed to his room and shut the door. About thirty or so minuets later, emerging from his bedroom, Chris is wearing his light brown colored shorts and a no sleeve green camo T-shirt. "And don't forget my matching new sandals!" Chris yells. Just kidding! But he is wearing matching sandals. He's in front of the door, already he could feel the heat baring down on his sun-screened skin. With a gulp, Chris opens the door and walks out.
'I should have stayed inside.' That was the thought that kept playing through my mind as I trudge down the dirt road to my jeep. I would have taken the Helicopter but unfortunately I crashed it. Finally I made it! It felt like I walked miles just to get to my Jeep (The Jeep is about 7 feet away from the front door). I pulled myself inside and turned it on. Hot air suddenly blasted onto my sweaty skin. My eye's close at the sudden attack."CRAP!" Where's the Fricking Ac cooler button!? My fingers fumble over a large wide knob. I found it! I open my eyes as I feel the air get cooler and then I start the car.
'It looks like no one's even here!' Chris thought, gazing on the empty grounds of Camp Wawanaka. Reluctantly, he stepped out of his Jeep and snuck near the cabins. He passed 3 cabins so far and still no sign of life. 'Maybe I should have installed Ac coolers for the campers, just in case there were days like this.' Chris thought now worried that he may have just fried the campers to death just like his pet hamster Murry. Then he heard something. It came directly from the cabin across from were he was hiding. Quickly and stealthy, he managed to sneak around back in the blistering heat undetected. Peering over, he saw inside that just about every camper that was not voted off was there. Sitting and talking. Honestly, Chris would watch the tapes or send someone else to eavesdrop on the contestants but today was the day that the employees got to relax after all their hard labor. Making sure he was not seen, he started listening in on their interesting conversation.
"I'm just saying, I would rather have an annoying younger brother than an Evil sister." Duncan replies, watching as Heather tense's up in rage.
"He's NOT annoying. He's EVIL!" Heather shouts. Gwen rolls her eyes at Heather's statement. "Wow, I've got to say, you really know how to stick up for your little brother." Heather, with surprising speed, twists towards Gwen's direction. Face contorted with fury. "How do you even KNOW how my brother acts? Huh?! You're NOT his sister!" By this time both D.J and Duncan are holding her arms back, just in case something happens. Trent, who's standing between Heather and his girlfriend, is trying to cool Heather's attitude down. Finally Heather sits and they continue their discussion. After the campers finished, Chris has already ran back to the Jeep, starts up the car and leaves. It was already past mid-day, he had literally sweated up a river while crouching in the sharp uncomfortable bush but it was worth it. His mind was racing while he raced home; the world was like a blur to him. The only seven words rang out through his alert mind; 'I know what I'm going to do!'