So…this story is basically some random snippets of the lives of the antagonists.

It's supposed to be angst, although I'm a sucky angst writer, so you probably won't be affected…much. Anyway, here's our first antagonist, Heather!

DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN TDI/A/WT/ROTI. (IF I DID...SHUDDERS)

Seven year old Heather sat on one of the swings, motionless. Her classmates were laughing, squealing, and basically enjoying the playground, while she sat there, shunned by all.

The raven-haired little girl frowned, wondering why she was such an outcast, although in her young mind, the question was more of, "How come no one likes me?"

It wasn't as if she weren't trying. Like Mommy said, she had to be friendly. (Mommy also said something about 'manipulating,' but she didn't really know what the word meant.) So she tried to hang out with the girls from her class. It went surprisingly well…until she tripped over a branch and went sprawling on the concrete.

"Klutz!" Tiffani, the girl with the best Barbie collection, snorted.

"What does that mean?" Heather wondered.

"It means you're a fat weirdo! Go play with the boys. You're icky, just like them!"

Perhaps Tiffani wasn't serious, but Heather followed her advice and ran to the boys, who were playing kickball.

"Can I play with you guys?" Heather asked politely.

The rude little kids burst out laughing. Some bully even pulled her pigtail.

And that was how she wound up sitting alone on a swing.

An Asian woman carefully did her makeup. She checked her reflection on the mirror, nodded, and hurried out of her bedroom. She was almost late for her meeting.

Just as she was about to leave the house, Heather stopped her. "Hi, Mom!" the ten-year-old exclaimed. "Can you help me with my homework?"

Heather's mother let out an exasperated sigh. "Heather, sweetie, can't you see Mommy's busy? Go ask your father!" Pushing past her daughter, the lady walked to her car, slammed the door, and drove off.

Sighing, Heather went to her father's study. Before she could knock, he walked out. He spotted his daughter and smiled. "Hi, Heather Feather!"

She perked up. "Hi, Daddy! Can you help me with—"

Before she could finish, her dad was already shaking his head. "Sorry, kiddo, but I have to leave today." He gestured at his golf clubs. "Hanging out with the guys, you know? Good luck with that…thing of yours, though! Bye!" And he went rushing out of the door just like Mommy did.

Heather didn't really have much of a choice. She knocked on her sister's door.

"Go away!" her sister's muffled voice said.

"I need help with homework."

"I have a date in less than twenty minutes! Ask someone else to help you out!"

The ten-year-old can't help but wonder why meetings, golf and dates are more important than she is.

When she turned eleven, Heather took up ballet dancing.

The instructor was kind of skeptical at first, since, being on the chubby side, Heather had a bit of trouble with balance.

"Are you absolutely sure?" the instructor asked Heather's mom.

"I'm sorry, what?" Heather's mother asked, breaking off her conversation in the phone.

"Your daughter," the instructor said plainly, looking Heather down from her glasses. The raven-haired pre-teen squirmed under her icy scrutiny.

"Oh, yes," the mother said absently, then returned to her phone call.

The ballet teacher nodded. "Very well."

Here's the thing about ballet.

It's much harder than it looks.

But Heather worked hard. She tried to ignore the sniggers from the girls every time she fell on her rear. She ran every morning, and began to eat less junk food. She tried to bear the pain on her toes after every lesson, and tried to make the bruised toes look better by applying nail polish on her toenails.

Pretty soon, Heather got the hang of it. She danced gracefully and won a few awards, much to the delight of her parents.

Oh, so NOW they acknowledge her existence. Dammit, she didn't even care anymore.

She chose to ignore the compliments from everyone as she moved to the melody of The Swan Lake.

When she was dancing, nothing else mattered except the music and her.

Things were beginning to look up for the raven-haired girl when she reached fourteen. She slimmed down, shot up a few inches, and her dad got a really huge promotion.

Because of that, the entire family moved away from their old neighborhood, to a much nicer one.

Heather tapped her foot impatiently, as her older sister and younger brother said goodbye to their friends. "Hurry up," she sneered. "It's not like they're going to die or anything."

All pairs of eyes shot her glares. "Why? Don't you have any friends to see you off?" her sister taunted. Her brother nodded in agreement.

The ballet dancer tossed her hair. "Like I need any," she sniffed. "I'm going to the car. You're free to join me after your mushy little party."

A bitter taste rose up Heather's mouth, but she ignored it as they finally travelled to their new house…well, mansion was more like it.

On her first day of high school, Heather became instantly popular as she strutted inside the school in her designer top and shorts.

A lot of girls wanted to hang out with her. Most guys asked her out for dates.

She didn't give them the time of the day.

After all, no one was nice to her when she was a fat, pimply adolescent. They were only after her looks and her money.

A few months after she turned sixteen, she saw a commercial with a dark-haired guy with a nasally voice.

"Are you a teenager looking for excitement…or an excuse to get out of school? Do you want a million bucks and cheesy tabloid fame? Then audition for this brand new reality show, Total! Drama! Island!"

Heather sat down, her eyes trained on the TV.

"You'll be staying in a five-star hotel, with only the finest gourmet food!" The man snickered, then continued. "All you have to do is win some super easy challenges against other teens, and there you have it! A million dollars! I'm your host, Chris McLean, and I hope to torture—er, I mean, see you soon!"

Heather quickly copied the details down on a notepad. After a moment's consideration, she grabbed the camcorder and went to the bathroom.

It was NOT a five-star hotel.

That was the first thing Heather noticed about this crappy place. That, and the fact that it was full of stupid people.

As she sat on a tree stump, watching the other teenagers mingle with one another, sharp nostalgia hit her senses.

Suddenly, she was a chubby six-year-old again, and everyone was enjoying themselves. Everyone but her.

She clenched her fists and stood up. Time to start the drama.

Basically, Total Drama destroyed her life.

After watching her humiliation in national TV, such as her wrath, her cruelty, and most importantly, her baldness, people began to lose their respect for her.

Which was why all those guys, who were once eager to ask her out, turned her down when she needed a date.

Typical. Except, unlike last time, she couldn't get away from the people who made fun of her, because, as stated above, her humiliation was witnessed in national television.

Maybe that was why she found herself joining season after season, competing for the money and fame.

And maybe that's why she met Alejandro.

After a season of arguing with her teammates and more doses of embarrassment, she found herself in the final two.

With Alejandro. Damn.

The Latino stole her title as the main antagonist, and even worse, she found herself slowly falling for him.

And it all boiled down (quite literally) in Hawaii, on a volcano.

And then…Alejandro confessed his love for her. Well, double damn.

As she looked into his dark eyes, she almost felt…as if her were telling the truth. And when he kissed her, she felt energized, as if all those years of suffering were slipping away.

WAIT.

All those years of suffering. People never respected her. Nobody cared about her. And they were too damn superficial, suddenly liking her when she lost weight and became rich.

Heather kept that thought in mind as she slowly raised her knee.

This is how she will end it.

Um...once again, I'm not much of an angst writer. Please go easy on me. *cowers in the corner* Next antagonist is...Justin. Ugh. I'd like to skip the TDA antagonists and go straight to Alejandro or Scott, but oh well. Please review. :)