A/N: Hello, readers! I know, I know, I haven't completely finished updating my other stories. But they're mostly ready to be updated in chapters, and so I'm writing this. I felt like writing the TD characters into another story, and I started taking an interest in a romantic relationship with another character. I won't spoil who it is yet, but there's a lot of fans pairing him with a character I absolutely adore, but I pair her with someone else. So, the story...

Plot: Brooklyn is a sheltered rich girl from a boarding school. One day, she is kidnapped by a street gang, who plan to keep her for ransom money. As she gets to know her captors, she starts developing something more with one of them...Mystery character/OC.

Disclaimer: First, I do not own the characters from Total Drama. I do not own Rosseau Lakes College and I don't know if there's a real outdoor mall in Toronto or whether they let students go there. I made up everything that I couldn't find online – I wanted to keep the story in Canada, and so I needed to find a private school for Brooklyn.

I plaited my hair carefully, tying it in place, then sweeping it over my shoulder. I took a moment to check myself in the mirror. I hated the uniform because it made me look too thin and anorexic. But my deep red blouse and short denim skirt, plus my black patent wedge heels actually made me look...well, pretty, I guess.

Hi. I'm Brooklyn Durfree. Brooklyn Celia Durfree. I'm fifteen years old, and I board at Rosseau Lakes College in Ontario (I'm actually from Toronto, a couple of hours away, but Mom said she and her siblings all went, and it's even better now). I'm in tenth grade there, and my dorm is in Brock House. My sport is hockey (but only because I can't stand volleyball or soccer...I wish they offered something less mainstream). I'm also on the Yearbook Committee.

On long weekends, I go home. But mostly, I'm at school, emailing my family. I'm an only child, but I don't mind. It just means I get more attention, right?

I like Rosseau because it's small, and everyone's really nice and most of us are similar. My dorm has only four of us, and we're all in the same class – there's five boys and five girls in the class, three of them being day students – so I've gotten to know everyone really well. Sometimes Amber can be really mean, but Jan and Katie are really nice, and generally, the four of us get along.

What else about me...hmmm...well, I'm the tallest girl in my class. Most of the boys are taller than me, though. I have black hair, which is natural, and green eyes that I always wish were a bit...well...greener. They're a really pale green. If I wear eyeshadow, it doesn't show so much, but eyeliner really shows that my eyes are too pale.

"Stop staring at your reflection, Brooklyn! Let's go!" called Katie impatiently. "If we don't get down quick enough, they'll be out of hot chocolate!"

I laughed and joined her. "I wasn't staring at my reflection, Katie, I was staring at the background. You know, I never noticed how pretty our dorm is."

Katie giggled with me as we went down to breakfast. Just as I picked up my plate, I felt a pair of eyes on me. I turned to see a guy who looked too old to even be in twelth grade, with his eyes on me. When he saw me looking, he simply smiled and looked straight back at me. He was very tanned, and pretty good-looking, but I liked my boys more toned than muscly, like him. Not that I'd ever had a boyfriend. I'd been to an all-girls primary school, and still wasn't sure how to react to the boys in my class. Yeah, it was my fourth year at the school, but none of them really took any notice of me, anyway.

I looked away and continued getting my breakfast – half a toasted bagel and a glass of orange juice. It was as much as I could take in the morning. I usually just had a wrap for lunch and ate the most at dinnertime. I only limited myself to dessert twice a week, with one of those days being Sunday (since that was THE day for good food).

Saturday passed as usual. I had breakfast, did some weekend homework for an hour, then had lunch, etc, went to the weekend's movie. Sunday passed much the same way. The weird thing was, I caught someone else looking at me at breakfast, who I could swear I'd never seen before – a girl with short dark hair, probably wearing a tonne of makeup, judging by her pale face and outlined eyes. When she caught me looking back at her, she immediately looked away.

I told Jan about the weird stares I'd gotten, but she just laughed. "So people notice you, Brooklyn. It's about time, okay?"

"But why would neither of these people talk to me?" I wondered out loud. "Why do they just look at me for no reason?"

"I bet the guy's just shy or something." Jan answered. "I don't know about the girl. Maybe she wasn't staring at you – you said she looked away when she saw you looking. She was probably staring at someone next to you or something."

I gave a sigh. "Maybe. I don't know."

Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday and Friday all passed the usual way. I didn't see the girl or the guy again, but they still lingered in my mind. I tried to forget about them, and really, by the end of the week, I wasn't worried about them any more and passed the incidents off as just some weird coincidence.

There was a day trip to Toronto planned on the next Saturday, and I signed up to go. We usually had to go to a museum, art gallery, or stage show in the morning, but after that, we were allowed to go around one of the malls in Toronto in little groups for a couple of hours, then be on the way back to school around two thirty.

This tme, we went to a twenty-dollar amateur production of The Sound of Music, which was...okay. Just okay – I mean, the story was pretty much the same in any version, with it being during the Anchluss and Nazi Germany invading Austria, with the Von Trapps having to escape to Switzerland at the end. I spent most of the time watching the kid actors, who were very cute, especially the two younger girls.

Then we had lunch in a clearing, which we'd packed in the morning. Then, finally, we were driven to the outdoor mall, and finally, it was time to do something fun.

And that's when it happened. I was actually with Katie and Jan, and we just wandered around the courtyard, ducking into a ton of shops and trying on tons of things. It was when I was trying on this really cute black top with spaghetti straps with a cherry motif on it which I'd decided to buy, that I looked out of my changing cubicle, and discovered that my friends had disappeared. I called both of them from my Smartphone, but the mall was probably too loud for them to hear, because neither of them answered. So I bought the top, and went back out in search of them.

Eventually, I went back to the edge of the mall, where our bus was waiting. A beat-up old van was parked right next to it. I tried my friends again, and then, that was when it happened.

Suddenly, I felt a pressure on both my arms, and they were suddenly pulled behind my back and held by the wrists. I instinctively screamed, but another hand reached around and muffled my cries.

"Don't make this hard on yourself, sweetheart." a gruff but nasal male voice murmured into my ear. An arm from a second person slid around my waist, while his other hand took my Smartphone, shopping bag and wallet. Finally, both people started dragging me towards the beat-up van. I continued trying to scream and kick. But both people were stronger, because they didn't even stop. Finally, they thrust me into the back of the car, between two girls, both a little older than me. With a shock, I recognized one of them as the pale girl I'd caught staring at me the other week – the surprise shocked me into stopping my attempt to scream for help. She quickly picked up a roll of wire beside her, took off a long piece, and started winding it around my wrists to keep them bound together. The other girl, a brunette with a green streak in her hair and dark eyes, pulled a black cloth out of her pocket and tied it so tightly around my eyes that I had to close them to be comfortable. I felt a seatbelt being strapped on me, and another male voice said "Got her. We can go." This one was deeper, with a very faint European accent I couldn't place.

An impatient voice, from the brunette, spoke up. "Yes, we know. Can we just go already? I've blindfolded her. I want to get this thing over with so we can just pick up our money and send her home."

"Chill, Princess, I'm going." snapped another male voice further up. With a lurch, the van roared to life and moved off.

Another voice whispered to me – a low raspy voice, belonging to the girl with the pale skin and the dark makeup. "Listen – just listen to us, and things'll go fine. I'm telling you this so you make things easier for yourself. Just do as we tell you, and you'll be home soon enough."

I didn't call out again. There was no point. But I had no idea where we were going. All I knew was that I was trapped in a van with at least five kidnappers, and in spite of what the girl had told me, I wasn't sure that I would ever get home.

There's the first chapter. I'm sure you've guessed who everyone is. Please review!