Hi guys, I'm Ajayy and this is my first fanfiction ever, so please be nice but critique me where I need it! I've been in love with Total Drama since I was around ten and around the time I created Monica. I was always so afraid that no one would like her or me so it took me seven years to post this, so enjoy, or at least try to.

Editor:Alexander Dufrene

-Break-

-Chapter 1-

I fiddle repeatedly with the braid for the umpteenth time since I had been on the boat on the way to my destination.

"Ick," I mumble quietly, disgusted as I wrinkle my nose as the putrid aroma of the dour, balding captain bodily gas fill my unpartioning nostrils.

"Island coming into view now," the captain's monotonous voice informs me as he takes a bite into a greasy bologna sandwich, not looking at me. I grimace and say my thanks, then stare apprehensively around the dull brown walls and creaky floorboards of the boat as I start to mentally coach myself.

"Okay Monica, you can do this! This is just like JV Cheerleader tryouts all over again except multiply the people watching by a billion..." I finish lamely and gulp down some of the water that the captain provided me earlier.

This is huge! No one else from Atlanta had gotten this opportunity to be on season one of the new hot Canadian reality show "Total Drama Island"! I am the only American starring on the show so anyone could bet their bottom dollar. I'm hella nervous..

Boring old middle child A/B student me!

Me, along with twenty-two other Canadian campers who were A) most likely more interesting than I am and B) probably more likely to win.

"Oh, you'll be more interesting once the viewers and producers get wind of you and your dad," chimed that fucking boyish nagging voice in my head. That voice has been riding on my nerves since I got word from my dad that I made it through the auditions undetected.

My dad seemed sure that we could win this without being caught, but deep within I knew it would only be a matter of time before the tower of lies come tumbling down like an ill-stacked deck of cards.

My mom nagged him non-stop trying to get him out of this scheme.

Her taut lips and disapproving blazing brown eyes didn't dissuade him from this "get rich quick" scheme. Dad's mind had already been set. Instead of being discouraged, Dad leered at my mom and flung out a "Shut up woman" in her direction. And yet again, the two bickered bitterly as they have done more and more frequently.

I sigh, replaying the scene in my head. Once the viewers find out about this, I am going to be so screwed along with my father. I'll be a social pariah of the world, a pathetic liar, a money-hungry psycho, and just another idiotic, popularity obsessed cheerleader. I think glumly, fiddling with my khaki Capri pant leg.

I close my eyes silently to meditate so that I won't be exposed or forced to smack a bitch or even possibly make an embarrassing spectacle of myself in front of the world in this first season of "Total Drama Island"

Okay girlie, we're here now," the captain informs me, his pale, aged face cracking a toothless grin.

I nod and quickly stand up, grabbing my green suitcase and my matching green carry-on bag. Walking toward the stairs that lead up to the deck, I stare up at the entrance as if in a trance.

The stairs that would lead me to my fate the rest of the summer, my highschool life, and quite possibly the fate of my parent's marriage. No pressure, right?

My stomach boils nervously and I groan slightly. The captain gives me a hard, supposedly reassuring pat on the back which causes me to wince in pain.

"Knock 'em dead, kid! And don't forget to smile for the cameras!" he advises, pointing to his own toothless grin.

I take a deep breath and and step up the stairs to the luxurious Camp Wawanakwa that I've stared at multiple times in my contestant's handbook. Plastering a huge smile on my face, I notice my reflection in the mirror. Dark braids cascade down, nervous brown eyes, light milky chocolate complexion finished off by a brace filled smile stare back at me. I mutter a small, "Here goes nothing," before I thrust open the door.