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Hello, it's insertnamehere21 (AKA Niall) and I am starting a brand new Total Drama fanfic.

Over the years, I've seen many fics where one contestant is sent back in time for a second chance. But one day, about two years ago, I thought 'What if every contestant was sent back at the same time? How would things change?' I ended up shelving the idea for a while, but I found myself coming back to it recently

Hope you all like it ;)


Beth's POV –

They say you only live once. Well, whoever 'they' are, they clearly don't know about what can really happen in life. This has been a realization for me.

8 years ago, when I was sixteen, I was chosen to be part of the cast for an upcoming reality show in my country – Total Drama Island.

Oh, how naïve I was back then. I actually believed I was in the finals of some swank talent show, when in hindsight, it should have been obvious. Just look at the audition tape I sent!

I did okay that time, but I came back in season 2 and almost won. I definitely felt very accomplished.

I was never asked to come back to the show again, and that was fine with me. I no longer had interest in reality television – I had other plans.

I went back to my family farm for a bit, then I left to go to university and got a degree in computer sciences, and went on to get a job as a secretary in a hotel.

It's not the most interesting of lives, but I get by fine.

You can imagine my frustration when I woke up this morning to find myself back in my old bedroom, my plump adolescent body, to my dad yelling – "Beth, the limo is here! Get downstairs!"

After all the work I did to make something of my life, I'm back to square one. Back on that crummy reality TV show.

I suppose I can make the best of it, but, ugh, the memories I have attached to this show aren't always good. I was so cringey as a teenager...

"Beth. what's up?" the host, Chris McLean calls out. I stand still at the edge of the dock.

"Beth? Are you going to come over?" Chris asks, before sighing. "It's a half-hour show."

"Oh…right…me," I say awkwardly, walking over. You can't blame me though. Nobody has called me 'Beth' in years. These days I go by 'Lisa'. They're both short for my Christian name, Elizabeth.

"Hi. It'th…um…great to be thith thow," I state, giving a polite wave to the camera. Ugh, I hate the way I sound with that metal death-trap surrounding my teeth. With that, I walk off.

DJ's POV

Well, something very unexpected just happened.

I had just gotten back home from a long shift at the five-star hotel I work at, and I collapsed on the sofa in exhaustion.

When I woke up the next day, I found myself waking up in my bed back home.

I came downstairs for breakfast when my mama asked me if I was excited to be going on Total Drama today. Wait, what?

It seemed that I had gone back in time. To the day when I stepped on Camp Wawanakwa. I had to pinch myself to make sure I wasn't dreaming – I wasn't.

Well, I'm back now. With a second-chance at the million. Maybe this time I'll bring the million home, so mama and I can go back to Jamaica…

"DJ!" Chris greets. Oh, the respect I had for him before going on this show. Still – if I'm going to be inconspicuous, I better do what I did the first time…

"Yo, Chris, what's up?" I greet back, exchanging a fist bump. "Wow, this place…is it the right one?"

"Yo dawg, this is it. Camp Wawanakwa," Chris replies.

"This was not on the application form," I sigh as I walk off with my luggage. Okay, that probably wasn't exactly what I said last time, but it's been eight years. Give me a break.

I notice Beth standing at the other end of the dock. She looks a lot like someone else I know…that's when I remember! She's Lisa – the secretary who works at the same hotel as me.

How did I not realize they were the same person?

Gwen's POV –

This is new. Oh well.

It's not like my actual life is any good. Despite being on that stupid show for no less than 4 seasons, I never won. Not once. I never even got any opportunities out of the show.

All I've done is blow $35,000 on four years of art college, and get nothing in return.

Oh well, things should be different. 4 seasons has given me a lot of experience with these people. I should know my way round.

"Hey, Gwen," Chris greets me. I walk past him, not saying a word. What should I say to that sociopath?

Geoff's POV –

Oh come on, really? I'm waking up back here? After I worked my ass off with my bro, Brody, to win the million, I'm back where I started!?

And I know what will happen now. Bridgette will be trying to woo me like last time. I don't think I ever want to see that bitch again!

She had the nerve to dump me, despite all the money I had. Said I was too 'materialismist' or something.

The universe hates me.

"Geoffster, welcome to the island, man!" Chris welcomes me as I jump onto the dock.

"Oh…hey…thanks," I say, mustering a fake smile.

I look at the other three who have already arrived, and they seem to be giving me weird looks. Eh, whatever.

Lindsay's POV –

I'm, like, so confusled at the moment. For the first time in about a year, I woke up alone in bed. In the same house as my parents. I hadn't seen them in a year either.

Where's my apartment in Vancouver? What am I doing in my old house? How am I in my sixteen year old body?

I think I've gone back in the past or something. Next thing I know, I'm on some dock. What is going on?

"Everybody, this is Lindsay!" an old man says, and then he says something else that I didn't hear.

"Hi," I reply. "You look so familiar."

"I'm Chris McLean," the old man replies. "The host of the show."

"Oh, that's where I know you from. You're the guy who flushed me down the toilet!" I shout.

Oh my gosh! I'm back on Total Drama Island! I did go back to the past! Wait a minute…this means I can smart-out Heather!

Heather's POV –

Ugh, I can't believe I have to face all these losers again. Weird goth girl, wannabe, the pussy brickhouse, and Lindsiot!

I am all for another chance at the 100 grand, but, ugh, so many years of my life were wasted with these losers! Competing in reality shows that I never won, and when I came close in World Tour, it turned out to be a waste of time anyway.

Oh well, this time I should have the upper hand – unlike the others, I know ahead of time what is going to happen…

"Heather," Chris states as he walk onto the dock. As I join the others, nobody seems to want to look at me.

Wait a minute, didn't Beth come up to me? Yeah, she said something and started spitting in my face. It was disgusting. Now she's just standing at the other end of the dock with her arms folded. Weird.

Duncan's POV –

I have seen hell. No, really. Nothing could prepare me for how awful adult prisons are.

Juvie was pretty awful too, but at least I was up against people of my own age. I could handle them no problem.

But in regular prison? There are men three times my size in that shit-hole! And they had no problem getting me under their control.

You know that joke about dropping soap in the shower? Not a joke.

I know what I have to do now. Re-evaluate my life. Where the heck did being a delinquent get me? Popularity, maybe – but also missed job opportunities, bad grades, a shit relationship with my parents, two ex-girlfriends who hate me, and…ugh.

I better not blow this second chance. Must resist any temptations…

"Duncan, dude," Chris greets me.

"What's up?" I reply in a cool fashion, before joining the others. I notice Heather gives me a weird look – like she expects me to do something.

Heather's POV –

What the f**k? Duncan made moves on me last time! He did nothing! Maybe he flirted with me at a different point…

Eh, it's been years since this originally happened, and I never watched the re-runs. Still, I can't but feel something is up…

Tyler's POV –

"Ladies and gentleman, Tyler!" Chris announces as I stand on the edge of the boat, dressed in my one-piece red tracksuit. It feels so weird to be back in these duds – I'm more of a jeans and t-shirt dude these days.

And no, I'm not water-skiing this time. Why would I be that daft? I sure was a dumbass teenager. Time sure gave me a taste of my own medicine…

I tried out for many professional sports clubs over the years, and predictably failed to come even close to making one. These days I pay the bills by working at a demolition company – it could be worse.

As I walk onto the dock, I flash a smile at Lindsay, who giggles back. That poor girl – she did not deserve the fate she got. She dropped out of three different universities, and her parents eventually cut her off.

It was up to her to make her own living, and she couldn't even get an interview. She ended up being forced into prostitution.

The worst part is that she was very successful – a client would always be waiting outside of our apartment when I got home from work.

And, yes, we were still dating as this was happening. It was uncomfortable at first, but I got used to it. I was comforted by the fact that I got in free, pervy as it may sound.

It still isn't fair on the poor girl. If I win, it will go straight to her. For her future.

Harold's POV –

F**k my life. I could not be more grateful for being given this second chance – my 24 year old life sucks.

Despite my geeky nature, I am not the most intelligent of people. I'm not book-smart like Noah or a technology-whiz like Cody. So it was difficult to obtain a scholarship to attend a good university. By age twenty-two, I was stuck with a job working at some shitty old gas station, while still living in my parents' basement. It's made for a very depressive life.

I better make the end-game. I am following my dreams, and with foresight of everything to come, it shouldn't be as difficult of a ride.

"Welcome to camp, Harold," Chris greets me as I arrive on the dock.

"Er…hey. This is awesome," I reply monotonously, before walking off. I notice Chris shudder a few seconds later. Am I really that off-putting? Gosh!

Trent's POV –

"Contestant number nine is…Trent!" Chris announces as I walk over, carrying my guitar and backpack.

It's no coincidence that nine is my lucky number. This summer was a lucky one for me indeed. Why did everything have to turn to crap on the film lot?

Oh, the respect I had for Chris when I landed on that. How it slowly faded away…

This show started just as Chris' career was starting to dwindle – he had been a very prolific personality back then. After TDI all of it faded away.

"Hey," I greeted, before walking straight past him.

I then settled in my original spot next to Gwen, and flashed a smile. I looked at her, and she gave me this weird cheesy smile, before looking away.

Bridgette's POV –

So…I've, apparently gone back in time to Total Drama Island. Erm…okay…after three seasons on Total Drama, I've come to expect the unexpected.

"Hey, what's up?" I greet Chris.

"Our surfer chick, Bridgette, is here!" Chris announces. "Alright, that makes…"

I bend over to pick up my suitcase, and hit Chris hard on the head with my board. And I did it on purpose this time – after all he's done, it's the least I can do.

"Ow, darn it, that hurt," he groans as he rubs his head.

I notice Geoff nearby on the dock. It is amazing how money can completely change someone's personality. The chill party dude I once knew is now some materialistic, stuck-up brat! I dumped him, of course, but he didn't seem to care. Turned out him and Brody would rather have five girlfriends between them.

"Hi, I'm Beth," Beth greets me from the other side of the dock.

"Hey," I reply, purposely swinging my board so it hits Geoff and he falls into the water.

"Ouch!" he groans as he picks himself up.

"Oops, sorry," I 'apologize'.

"Okay, we've all met surfer girl. Can we get on with the show please?" Heather asks angrily.

Noah's POV –

Oh, what a wonderful year it has been. After years of pre-mature relationships, and waking up to find girls have left my bed, I now have a committed relationship with Emma.

She really is my type. We spend every minute outside of school together – it's not like either of us have other friends, and we are so pleasing of each other.

Too bad a reset button or something has taken that all away from me. Look where I am now, back on that s***ty reality TV show. I'll take a girl over some money thank you very much.

Though money doesn't sound bad at all. I did wonder what it would be like – to have a second chance on my own. And foresight of what is to come is a nice bonus.

"Our next camper is…Noah!" Chris announces.

I'm not even going to bother asking about the allergies. It certainly didn't help the first time.

"This is where we're staying, I see," I note as I walk across the dock, and put my hands on my hips. "False advertising is a criminal offence, I may point out."

"The applications had a stock image – nothing illegal about that," Chris frowns as he shrugs his shoulders.

"Whatever," I sigh as I join the others.

Leshawna's POV

Oh, am I relieved? Waking up in my parents apartment in my sixteen year old body? That only means one thing – no more having to work at those stupid department stores!

Seriously, in my adult life, I was working as sales assistants at three different stores – it's the only way I could adequately pay the bills.

Oh, and I'm also on my way back to the island, which is a nice bonus. 100,000 dollars could really change my life, especially in my financial position.

Still, even knowing the future, is there really much I can do to save myself? I won't be at the Playa to stop everyone from saying my name. Maybe I could try and prevent Katie and Sadie from getting eliminated? Hmm…

"What's up, ya'll, Leshawna's in the house!" I announce as I arrived at the dock. "Yo, baby, hey, how's it going?" I greet Chris.

"You may as well quit now, 'cause I came to win," I stated as I walk along the dock. Okay, I didn't remember all of my lines right, but it's not like it really matters.

"Hi, I'm Harold," Harold greets me nervously as he stands in front of me.

"Er…hey, how you doin'?" I reply awkwardly. "Can you get outta the way?"

"Oh…er…of course. Ladies first," Harold replies before he steps aside.

That was really weird. Didn't he insult me last time? I guess you can't expect everything to be the same…

Katie's POV –

Sadie smiles at me as we stand on the edge of the boat together. Oh, how time seems to alter everything.

We used to be such good friends back in the day. All the way through elementary, high school and college, we'd do everything together.

But then I'm offered this job as a fashion designer in South Korea, and I just had to go. Build myself a future at a job that I love, and try some authentic Asian food.

But Sadie was having none of it. She was all like, 'Ooh, Katie, we had a plan. We were going to get through our lives together. You can't leave'

And I was all like, 'Sadie, it's not my fault that you suck at fashion design'

And there was screaming, and pulling of hair, and it wasn't long before we both got knocked out.

When I woke up, I was alone in my room in my parents' house, and looked like I was sixteen again.

So, somehow I've gone back to the day when we arrived on Camp Wawanakwa. Good – I can ensure that I will never have to take that job. If I win the money, I can set up my own business, and Sadie and I can still be friends. It's an excellent plan.

Sadie's POV –

That bitch – I can't even look at her right now. We were going to have lives together, but no, she had to get that stupid job on Korea.

I'm happy that she's able to have a future, but we pinky swore that we'd spend the rest of our lives together (along with super-hot husbands of course).

Well, we didn't pinky swear on it until halfway through Total Drama Action, so if I win the 100,000 this time round, she isn't getting a single cent.

"Ladies, Sadie, Katie, welcome to your new home for eight weeks," Chris announces to us.

"Oh my gosh!" Katie exclaims. "Sadie, look, it's a summer-camp."

"Like…oh my gosh," I say as excitably as I can. "I love, love, love summercamp! Eeeeiii!"

We both pick up our suitcases and run off.

Jesus, were we really that annoying as teenagers?

Ezekiel's POV –

Back home, my folks always taught me to forgive and forget, but how can I possibly forgive Chris and Fresh TV for everything they've done to me? It's unforgivable! What sane person leaves a feral guy stuck on an island for…I can't even remember how many years I was stuck there.

My parents tried to get me home too, and what did Fresh TV do? They sabotaged them by shooting holes in their boats. It was hopeless – I was set to be stuck as a feral being for the rest of my life…

All because I made one comment about how boys are better than girls! I had a very sheltered childhood – it wasn't my fault!

I feel very blessed that I've gone back in time now – not for the money, I don't care about that; it's a chance to go back home. Once I'm out of here, I never want to leave the farm ever again!

"Ezekiel," Chris greets me. "What's up, man?"

'What's up?' – doesn't that mean 'how are you' or something?

I look around in confusion before saying, "I'm fine, thank you for asking."

"Erm…that's great, dude," Chris replies, raising an eyebrow as I march off.

Cody's POV –

Seriously? After all that work I put into getting a successfully career in engineering, and getting a toned body, I'm back here?

Ah, well, I'm not one to turn down the 100 grand. I'll make what I can of it.

As I arrive on the dock, Chris greets me with, "Cody, the Codester, the Codemeister!"

"Um…just Cody is enough," I reply, rolling my eyes, before walking off slowly. I notice the others start giving me weird looks. Eh, they probably did the same thing the first time I arrived on the dock. Back then, my ego was like a tumor.

Eva's POV –

Finally! It's about time I got another chance to win! I still can't believe I was never picked for Action or World Tour – those selections were rigged!

Okay, Eva, calm yourself – your bad temper never got you anywhere. Well, besides kicked out of college, forced to take up yoga, and eventually put into a mental hospital.

I had to share a ward with Izzy! DO YOU KNOW TRAUMATIC THAT WAS!?

"Eva, nice, glad you could make it," Chris greets me as I walk across the dock.

I set my suitcase down on the dock and stand silently. It's best if I just don't say anything.

Owen's POV –

Yes! I'm back on the island! Now I can relieve the best summer of my life! Awesome! Well – almost – I didn't actually win the money.

But this time I won't make that mistake. It shouldn't be that hard – I'll just do what I did last time. It will be a piece of cake…mmm…piece of cake.

"Woo-hoo!" I cheer loudly as I arrive on the dock. "Chris, what's happenin'?"

I then let out a creepy chuckle – but it doesn't quite come out as well as the first time. Um…okay…so what did I do next? I need to be right on point if I want to get to the end again…

Oh yes…

"This is awesome! Woo-hoo!" I cheer.

"Owen!" Chris exclaims. "Welcome!"

I give him a tight hug which seems to crack some of his bones, and then I continue, "Awesome to be here, man! Yeah! Man, this is just so…"

I continue to hug Chris as I wait for Gwen to say her line. What? Why isn't she saying it?

"Awesome," she eventually sighs.

"Yes! Awesome! Woo!" I continue. "Are you gonna be on my team?"

"Oh, I sure hope so," she continues in a weirdly monotonous voice.

"Woooo!" I howl.

"Are you about finished?" Chris asks angrily.

"Sorry, dude, I'm just so…er…excited…I mean pscyhed! That's it!" I cheer.

Okay, I screwed up a bit at the end, but hopefully it doesn't matter.

Courtney's POV –

"And here comes Courtney!" Chris announces as I give a polite wave from my boat.

Ugh, I still can't believe how unfairly I was eliminated off this island. I suppose in hindsight, I could see why Harold was angry, but still…it was at my expense.

Other than that, I feel relatively calm. It's nice to be here – my life was simpler back then – at least by comparison.

Spending months upon months as a top-notch lawyer is rewarding in payment, but not so rewarding in how it raises blood pressure.

Why did I ever want a high-paying job where you didn't even have time to enjoy the money?

I just need to make sure I don't fall for Duncan again – just thinking about him makes me feel like exploding. If I could, I'd put a rope around his neck. His soft, smooth…

"Thank you," I say as Chris helps me onto the dock.

"Hi, you must be the other contestants. It's very nice to meet you all," I smile.

"How's it goin', I'm Owen," Owen greets me as he shakes my head.

"It's nice to meet you, Owen," I reply, before looking behind me and noticing Justin arrive. "Wow!"

Hmm…I must have arrived on the dock a couple of seconds earlier…that wasn't timed the same way.

Justin's POV –

As I arrive on the dock, I notice the awe on the faces of the many girls on the island (and Owen).

Too bad it just wouldn't last. It turns out I have a genetic condition which makes my hair go grey and my face go all wrinkly at the age of 23!

All of my beauty, modelling contracts, stacks of cash, gone! I had to work in a…regular job.

For the last year I've been stuck in some smelly old factory making ceramic ornaments. F*** every single second of it! I'm meant to be living the dream!

"This is Justin!" Chris announces as I stand next to him. "Welcome to Total Drama Island."

"Thanks," I reply simply.

"Just so you know, we picked you based entirely on your looks," Chris told me.

Right, because I have no qualities. I have my…my…er…

"I can deal with that," I say out loud, before walking off.

Just like the first time, Owen asks me awkward questions about my ripped jeans. I'm still pretty surprised that he didn't turn to be gay…well, maybe he's bi…but I guess I'll never know…

Izzy's POV –

Woo! Back on the island! What a lucky break. I still can't believe what those f***'s did to me.

I was just minding my business, earning my daily bread as an ice-cream van driver, when…Justin Bieber happened to crossing the road.

Oh how I despise that piece of crap! Making me temporarily deaf with his songs! I knew I would not let him live another second! I tried to run him over, but he noticed and quickly ran into a field on the other side of the road.

I turned the wheel and chased him through the field, but it was difficult to go very quickly in the bumpy field. Eventually that little s**t managed to call the police and have me arrested, and I ended up in a mental hospital!

Even having my gal pal, Eva, by my side didn't help matters! NO! I WILL NOT FORGIVE! I WILL NOT FORGIVE!"

Sorry, I was so busy raving in my head that I forgot to fall off the boat and hit my chin against the dock. I guess I'm going to walk over the old fashioned way.

"Hi Chris! Hi Owen! Hi Heath…I mean, hi Chris! Hi Chris!" I greet as I walk along the dock.

"How do you know our names?" Heather asks me, raising an eyebrow.

"Oh…um…just a lucky guess. Owen is a common name," I reply. "Hi John! Hi Stacy! Hi William! Hi Dorothy!"

"That's enough," Chris scowls at me. "First things first, we need a group photo for the promos. Everyone at the end of the dock."

Heather's POV –

Yeah, no way was I falling for that one again.

"We're not moving!" I yell at Chris.

"Excuse me?" Chris frowned.

"I said, I'm not going back on the dock!" I yell at him. "If you want a promo, we're taking it right here!"

"Heather," Chris frowns. "If you don't comply, I'm going to have to…"

"I'm not going on the dock either," Courtney states, standing near me. "It's clearly unstable for us all at once."

"What she said!" Lindsay also agrees.

Now everyone was shouting at Chris, refusing to go near the dock. It's like they all know what's about to happen…wait a minute…

Courtney's POV –

I'm not the only one who's gone back in time! They all seem to know what's coming. That's because they all have foresight of what's about to come! It all makes sense. That's why barely anyone was saying their original lines.

"Alright, fine," Chris snaps at us. "We can take it right here. Everyone get into position."

He hops on a nearby boat and we all get into our positions from the first promo.

Noah's POV –

Wow, this is uncomfortable. My head is stuck in Owen's armpit, and Trent's elbow is digging into my back. Why did we think was a good idea last time?

And thanks to Heather's little tantrum, it's pretty obvious that I'm not the only one who has foresight of the rest of the game. All of the contestants do. And possibly Chris, though I don't know for sure.

"Okay, got it!" Chris exclaims, everyone say, "Wawanakwa!"

"Wawanakwa!" we all shout, and Chris takes the picture.

"Alright!" he announces. "Now that we've got that over with, follow me over to the campfire pit."

Bridgette's POV –

Everyone has been acting differently from the first time. I might just have bad memory, but I don't remember Heather insisting we all stay away from the dock. I remember getting very wet.

Just when I think things can't get any weirder, turns out we've all gone back.

After Chris finishes explaining the game, and the sleeping arrangements, Lindsay once again asks, "Excuse me, Kyle, can I have a cabin with the lake view since I'm the prettiest?"

"Okay, you are," Chris replies. "But that's not really how it works here and – it's Chris."

"Oh right, you said that the last time," Lindsay nods.

"I have to live with Sadie, or I'll die!" Katie exclaims.

"It's okay, Katie, if we're put on different teams, we'll get through it no problem. We're strong gals," Sadie assures her.

Gwen's POV –

This cannot be happening. It's not only me that's been sent back – it's everyone. I guess it was just too easy to be true.

"Aw, come on, guys!" Owen says cheerfully as he grabs me and Tyler. "It'll be fun! It's like a big sleepover!"

"Please let go of us," Tyler frowns at him.

"Here's the deal!" Chris announces. "We're gonna split into two teams. If I call your name out, go stand over there.

Gwen, Trent, Heather, Cody, Lindsay, Beth, Katie, Owen, Leshawna, Justin and Noah -

From this moment on, you are officially known as…the Screaming Gophers!"

"Yeah!" Owen cheers. "I'm a gopher! Woo!"

Does he really need to re-say all of his lines? How does he remember them all? Either he's the only one who hasn't gone back in time, or he's watched the show over and over to soak up his ego. I really don't care which curtain it is.

"Wait, what about Sadie?" Katie asks in concern, and the girl in question rolls her eyes.

What is going on between those two? They were inseparable last time, and now Sadie doesn't seem to give a damn? Are they in the middle of a fight?

Sadie's POV –

"…Sadie, Izzy, Courtney, Ezekiel, Duncan, Eva and Harold. Move-move-move-move!" Chris announces as we all form a big clump.

"Wait, Sadie can't be on the other team! She has to a Gopher like me!" Katie pleads.

"Katie, it's their final decision. We can't do anything about it," I say to her.

"Are you two doing alright?" Courtney asks in concern.

"Oh, yeah, y'know, just going through a fight…I'd rather not talk about it," I say to her as we walk off.

"I'll miss you!" Katie yells.

"You guys will officially be known as…the Killer Bass!" Chris announces.

Owen's POV –

Okay, I've been on point most of the time so far. Chris just explained the confessional to us, so it looks like it's time to make my first one. Oh, this sounded so cheesy, but it must be done…

"Hey, everyone, check this out – I have something important to say…"

I fart and let out another cheesy laugh.

Ezekiel's POV –

"Gophers, you're in the east cabin. Bass, you're in the west."

Duncan pushes open the door of the cabin, and we all step in.

"Beds!" I cheer in excitement. "Glorious beds!"

I immediately rush for one of the bottom bunks. Half of the springs are broken, and the mattress isn't particularly soft but…it's way better leaves and twigs.

"You seem impressed," Duncan notes.

"Do you not have beds back at the prairie?" Tyler asks, raising an eyebrow.

"Oh, we do, it's just…I had a long journey," I reply. I wasn't exactly lying. They weren't able to send a limo to our area, so my dad had to drive me to the nearest airport in Calgary.

Our car was really old and didn't go very fast, so it took us 10 hours to get there, and it took me another five hours to fly to Ontario.

Tyler's POV –

I watch Ezekiel lie on the bed. He seems immersed in what is admittedly a pretty s***ty bed. Were the conditions really that bad when he was feral?

And yeah, I've figured that everyone else has gone back in time too. It's obvious, really. I probably shouldn't say it yet though, in case there's anyone who hasn't already caught on.

"Yo, I'm DJ. Tyson, is it?" DJ greets me.

"Tyler," I reply.

"Aw, almost had it," DJ sighs, and he gives me a fistbump.

For example, there's DJ. DJ still hasn't caught on.

Lindsay's POV –

"Where are the outlets?" I ask Cyril as I walk out of the cabin. "I need to plug in my straightening iron."

"There are some in the communal bathrooms just across the way," Cyril replies.

"Communal bathrooms – but I'm not Muslim…I mean, Orthodox…Jehovah's witness?"

"Um…okay," Chris (oh yeah, that's his name) replies before walking off.

"You don't need to keep trying to bluff. You're not the only one who has gone back in time," Gwen says, rolling her eyes. "Idiot."

"Wait, WHAT!?" I cry.

Noah's POV –

I peek out of the boys' side of the cabin after hearing Lindsay cry.

Owen, who is right behind me says, "I'm glad we're in our own cabin with just guys, know what I mean?"

Great, he's still trying to recite his lines?

"I mean, no…" Owen continues. "I didn't mean it…"

"Stop," I snap at him. "Just…stop!"

"I didn't mean it like that…"

Leshawna's POV –

"You've got a half an hour to unpack and meet me at the main lodge…starting now," I hear Chris announce.

Good, that should give me some to…

I wince in shock as I hear a scream coming from inside the cabin. It's the white girl and the cockroach. Yeah, I'm not going over there this time.

I notice nobody else goes over either, besides Tyler, who quickly grabs an axe from nearby and rushes into the cabin.

That's when I hear another scream, and then Tyler hops out of the cabin with an axe stuck in his shoe.

"OWCH!" he screams. "IT HURTS SO BAD!"

"Tyler, it's okay! It's okay, Tyler. I'll get it out!" Lindsay exclaims before she grabs the axe.

"Thanks," Tyler replies in relief before he says, "I think my foot is bleeding."

"I know first aid," Bridgette sighs before she walks over.

Geoff's POV –

Ugh, what is that smell? That's right – we're back at that awful mess hall.

I shouldn't have to stand for this! Brody and I have personal chefs back home who cook whatever we want!

Yeah, too bad Chef is so f***ing terrifying that I have no other choice.

I've just got my food and sat down. This can't be so hard…it's just…brown slop…

Duncan's POV –

I roll my eyes as I watch Geoff throw under the table. Seriously? He's already giving up? He should try prison food for a year.

I watch as Chef marches over and pulls Geoff off of his stump.

"You alright?" he asks in a concerning tone.

"Yeah…I guess…" Geoff replies, panting a little.

"Okay," Chef nods. "I just want you to know…you're a huge PUSSY!"

"Your first challenge begins in one hour!" Chris announces from nearby.

The cliff dive is soon. Eh, I'm not worried. It didn't phase me at all the first time, and I obviously won't be scared this time.


And that's the first chapter. Please fav, follow and review whatever your opinon. I shall see you next time ;)