Disclaimer: I own nothing
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
I wanted to write a new story mostly because I was inspired. So here is my TDI with some of the actual characters. OK Yeah it's just Courtney and Duncan, but get over it they're so cute together! So here is Chapter 1:
Chapter 1
"Breathe Courtney just breathe." I say to myself. "It won't be that bad. Yeah it won't be that bad. It's just a new private school; there are just a few hundred new people. You'll be fine."
I pull up to the school and kids in their uniforms walk into the school chatting with their friends. I took a deep shaky breath. "I can't do this. I CAN'T DO THIS!" I sit in my car practically hyperventilating. "It's you future! Suck it up and walk into that school!"
I took another breath, hoping that I breathed in just a little confidence. I step out of the car into the warm August air. I hear people talking about their summers, about funny things that happened while they were away. I remember my own summer smiling involuntarily when I remember total drama island; the best days of my life were on that island. Then I remember Duncan, I remember his green and black hair with the spikes. One person really saw me, the real me. Not the school me, or the home me; but me. Time to start over I guess, and I know won't ever see Duncan again. Well I guess a girl can be a princess only once in their life and that moment has come and gone for me.
I walk in through the glass doors to get caught up in a sea of students. I find my locker, my laptop, and my first class. I look around at my new classmates. Crap... will I ever get friends with people like this all around? They look like they came out of jail! I MIGHT GET MUGGED! Yeah they had to come straight from juvie. Like... Duncan.
Gah! Courtney! STOP THINKING ABOUT HIM! You're never going to see him again. NEVER! I sit in the back, just because I don't trust these kids enough to sit in front of them all. I'm not stupid! I might get shot with spitwads or ... Don't think that Courtney. These kids can't be that bad.
The angriest looking kid walks in the door. I gasp. It can't be him. No. He isn't coming to sit by me is he? Omg, I think i just forgot how to breathe. In and out, in and out.
"Du-Du-Duncan?" I cough out, still rcovering from forgeting out to breathe.
He looks out of the corner of his eye. "Courtney." He says bluntly. He turns his face to the front of the room seeming interested in learning. Since when was HE interested in learning, and did he just call me by my name? He didn't say princess? Did he meet some other CIT, total drama island contestant, brown haired, prep school attending, stuck up snobby girl? Or did I do something wrong? I felt the tears coming but I held them in. Not today Courtney, if he can be over you, then you can at least act like you're over him.
I had him in six out of eight classes. How am I supposed to not cry, or surrvive this school?
I walked into homeroom, thankful because Duncan wasn't in this class either. Since we had no homework our homeroom teacher let us do whatever. I got out my iPod sat in the back and turned up the volume loud enough so I couldn't hear the other people in my class. I sat in my own little world, listening to CASCADA 'Everytime we touch' and 'Bad Boy' and 'Look at us' by The Hit Crew. All of the songs reminded me of Duncan but the question is what wouldn't remind me of him?
School finally ended. I grabbed my bag and headed for my car. I felt the tears coming already. I sat in my car, locked the doors, and I moved my car to the back of the parking lot. "HE HATES ME!" The tears came now. Where is the freaking tissue box? "He didn't even call me princess. I knew he never liked me! I knew it! But no, I had to "listen to my heart" LIKE THAT WAS HELPFUL!" I hit my head on the steering wheel careful to avoid honking the horn.
A knock on the window made me come out of my trance. I looked up and..
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So yeah this is more serious than my other story, but its way to early in the morning I can't slep and all i can write is alot of ... this
Oh wells. LAters people!
Fleur.