A/N: Okay, I'm super excited about this fanfic. It may take a while since Gone with the Wind is a three hour and forty-two minute movie, but, I'll update as often as possible. I love this movie, and I love Total Drama (though Gone with the Wind is way better because it has three of my favorite actors of all time, Clark Gable, who is beyond sexy, Vivien Leigh, who is so beautiful and talented, and Olivia de Havilland, who is just fantastic and the only credited female actress of Gone with the Wind who is still alive). The Cast list is on my profile.

WARNING: This fanfiction partly deals with slavery, race and discrimination. There are some racial slurs. They in no way reflect my own personal views, simply the views of the time period. While I do consider this film to be a masterpiece as well as my 4th favorite film of all time, I am against slavery and racial discrimination. There will also be attempted gang rape in the later part of this fanfic. If that bothers you, I would advise you not to read this story.

Disclaimer: I, in no way, shape, or form, own Gone with the Wind or the Total Drama series. Total Drama belongs to Teletoon , and gone with the Wind belongs to Selznick International Pictures and Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer and the most amazing Margaret Mitchell.

P. S.-Tara is the name of the plantation.

Part One, Chapter One

The Tarleton Twins

There was a land of Cavaliers and Cotton Fields called the Old South…

Here in this pretty world of Gallantry took its last bow…

Here was the last ever to be seen of the Knights and their Ladies Fair, of Master and Slave…

Look for it only in books, for it is no more than a dream remembered.

A Civilization gone with the wind…

Courtney sat on her porch with the Tarleton twins, Justin and Scott.

"What do we care if we were expelled from college, Courtney," said Justin carelessly. "The war is gonna start any day now. So we'd have left college anyhow."

"War," said Scott excitedly. "Those poor Yankees actually want a war. We'll show 'em."

"Fiddle-dee-dee!" Courtney sighed, playing with the white lily in her hand. "War. War. War. This war talk is spoiling all the fun at every party this spring. I get so bored I could scream. Besides, there isn't going to be any war."

"Not gonna be any war?" Justin and Scott gasped at the same time.

"Of course there's gonna be a war," Justin insisted.

"If either of you boys says 'war' just one again, I'll go in the house and slam the door."

"But Courtney," said Justin.

"Don't you want us to have a war?" Scott asked.

Courtney picked up her white skirt and walked towards the door.

"Wait, Courtney, honey, please!" Justin begged as he and Scott ran after Courtney.

"Anything you say," said Scott just as they stopped Courtney.

"Well," said Courtney. "But remember, I warned you."

Courtney linked her arms with each boy as they got back into the previous positions.

"I got an idea," said Scott. "We'll talk about the barbecue the Wilkeses are giving over at Twelve Oaks tomorrow."

"That's a good idea," Justin agreed. "You're eatin' barbecue with us, aren't you, Courtney?"

"I haven't thought about that yet," said Courtney. "I'll think about that tomorrow."

"And we want all your waltzes," said Justin.

"First Justin, then me, then Justin, then me again, and so on," said Scott.

"Promise?" Justin asked.

"I'd just love to," said Courtney. "If only I didn't have every one of them taken already."

"Honey, you can't do that to us," said Scott.

"How about it if we tell you a secret?" Justin said.

Courtney's face perked up.

"Secret?" she asked. "Who about?"

"Well, you know Miss Zoey Hamilton from Atlanta?" Scott said.

Courtney's face immediately fell.

"Mike Wilkes' cousin?" Justin continued. "She's visiting the Wilkeses at Twelve Oaks."

"Zoey Hamilton, that goody-goody," Courtney grumbled. "Who wants to know a secret about her?"

"Anyway, we heard—" Scott started, "that is, they say—"

"Mike Wilkes is going to marry her," Justin finished.

A look of heartbreak spread across Courtney's face.

"You know the Wilkeses always marry their cousins," said Scott.

"Now do we get those waltzes?" Justin asked hopefully.

"Of course," said Courtney quietly.

Justin and Scott jumped up and started dancing around.

"The other boys will be hoppin' mad," said Scott.

"Think we can handle it?" Justin said excitedly.

Courtney stood up and began walking down the porch steps down the path leading to her house.

"It can't be true," Courtney said sadly as she pouted. "Mike loves me."

"Courtney!" Scott called.

"What do you suppose has gotten into her?" Justin asked.

"Do you suppose we said something that made her mad?" Scott asked.

"Miss Courtney!" Courtney's mammy, Leshawna yelled out an upstairs window. "Where you goin' without your shawl and the night air fixin' to set in? And how come you didn't ask them gentleman to stay for supper? You ain't got no more manners than a field hand! That's the reason Miss Lindsay's angry with you!"

Courtney didn't stop to listen to a single word Leshawna said and continued to run down the path.

"Come on in the house!" Leshawna said. "Come on in before you catch your death of dampness."

"No!" said Courtney, turning her head. "I'm going to wait for Pa to come home from the Wilkeses."

"Come on in here!" Leshawna yelled. "Come on!"

When Courtney continued running, Leshawn sighed, "Mm-mm-mm!"

In the field, on worker called out, "Quitten' time!"

"Who says it's quitten' time?" asked the foreman of the field, DJ,

"I says it's quitten' time," said the worker.

"I's the foreman," said DJ. "I's the one who says when it's quitten' time at Tara." He put a hand next to his mouth and called out, "Quitten' time! Quitten' time!"