Hey! Tatiana here! This is the first chapter of "Total Drama Island: Season Two!" Hooray! In this chapter, you will meet the 22 campers; 11 boys and 11 girls. Enjoy.

Over a dense Canadian forest of an undisclosed location, a camera chopper soared just above the tree tops. The green foliage went on for miles and miles, no roads or building anywhere within sight. Suddenly the forest gave way and a pristine yet lonesome Canadian lake came out of no where. This was massive lake was Lake Wanawanaka. Flying over the calm, freshwater lake the camera helicopter fixed on a large island with thick pine plumes, sandy beaches and a high-rising cliff on one side. Zooming in, a humble summer camp was seen situated on the island; two cabins, one mess hall, an outhouse, a communal bathhouse, a shed and a large dock that stretched out into Lake Wanawanaka. Then a single man could be seen on the dock in a blue shirt, brown jeans, perfectly coifed hair, five-o'clock shadow, beady eyes and a cocky grin on across his immaculate white teeth.

"Heeeeeeellooooo to everyone in the viewing audience!" He waved at the camera. "And welcome back to Total… Drama…Island...Season TWO!" The man gave a chuckle. "Missed me? I know you did! I'm Chris McClean, the handsome host to this wonderfully twisted reality show!"

As the camera moved, he turned his body.

"Twenty-two ordinary teens have been chosen to participate in a beautiful Wanawanaka summer! They will spend the entire summer sleeping on lumpy beds filled with unmentionables of the outdoors; no outlets, no phones and no Internet access and the only way off Isla Total Drama is by getting voted off by their fellow campers. Sound horrific? I know!"

He chuckled and continued.

"And now I am expecting the first eleven campers. Arriving on the beautiful Lake Wanawanaka Camper Currier, that yacht will be the last taste of civilization these teens will experience for two and a half months. Sound fun? Oh it is, my pretties, it is. Let's see who's first to arrive."

As those words left his smirking mouth, a big white yacht blew its horn. Pulling carefully up to the dock, it released its first victim. "Hey… It's Nathan." A tall, slim sixteen-year-old boy hopped off of the boat with a guitar case on his hand.

Sweeping his medium length hair from his eyes, the sixteen-year-old scanned the island.

"Hey… this isn't the Music Camp I signed up for…" Shooting Chris a questioning look, Nathan saw that the man was smiling devilishly. Narrowing his green eyes, the teen knew he'd been tricked.

"There's no Music Camps for miles! They're too smart to get within six-hundred miles of Camp Wanawanaka." Chris gave a wicked chuckle and grin.

The look of horror steadily crept onto Nathan's face. "Now get your stuff to the end of the dock! The rest of the campers are about to arrive!" Chris pointed. Nathan grabbed his stuff and sighed as he walked to the edge of the dock. Chuckling a little, Chris turned to the nearest camera.

Shielding his eyes against the sun, McClean saw the yacht in the distance. Just as the boat was almost docking an average five-foot-four sixteen and a half-year-old jumped off of its bow. Wearing a white pharmisicist jacket and a black turtle neck shirt with a black ruffled mini skirt and knee-high socks.

"Hey Erin!" Chris offered a friendly smile that he clearly cultivated over years of showbiz.

Taking a big inhale of the fresh Canadian forest air, Erin made her way over to Chris McClean, her waist length thick black wavy hair flowing with her movement. Erin gave him and indifferent look. Chris rolled his eyes and he tossed a thumb to his right. "Join Nathan at the end of the dock and hang."

Erin scowled at the man, grabbed her stuff and sighed as she walked to the edge of the dock.

Watching the girl go, Chris shook his head with an annoyed look and looked at the camera. "Weirdo." Winking at the camera, the hammy TV host looked up to see the yacht pulling in again. A feminine giggle was heard over the boat's loud motor.

"Yoo-Hoo! Chris!" A beautiful girl with flawless skin and bright blue eyes wearing a red sparkly tanktop with a black mini skirt, red leggings, and black ballet flats stood on her tip-toes as she waved from the boat. As the yacht pulled up to the dock, the sixteen-year-old hopped to the deck.

"Welcome Fiona." Then he noticed the mound of bags she had up on the yacht. "Good to see you… came prepared."

Fiona giggled.

"Oh ever since those fashions shoot in Rio, I will never leave home without my essentials." The teen supermodel looked off, twirling a finger around a lock of her long, curly, blonde hair. Then she noticed something. Bringing her bright blue eyes to Chris she gave him a curious look. "Uh… where is my personal trailer? I want my apple juice now."

Chris chuckled, trying not to burst out laughing. "Fiona this is summer camp. Your personal trailer is a bunk with the other girls." The man couldn't stop smiling at the look on Fiona's supermodel face. "Now if you please… take your one-hundred bags and wait with Nathan and Erin."

With her nose still in the air, Fiona began the process of moving her bags to the opposite end of the dock. The yacht blew its horn and dropped of the next camper.

"Geoffrey… welcome amigo." Chris gave the five-foot-nine-inch eighteen-year-old wearing cowboy hat a welcoming salute. "Uh… yeah." Geoffrey squeezed out, eyeing the other teens across the dock. He wore a hawaiian shirt and cargo pants and a pair of flip-flops. He tossed a thumb to his right. "Join them at the end of the dock and hang."

The teen held a duffle bag and made his way towards the other teens. Jumping at the sudden sound, Chris turned to look into the eyes of the next camper.

The front of the boat was graced with an extra-ordinarily curvy of a sixteen-year-old girl with long, blonde, wavy hair. "Hey Candy. How ya doin'?"

Hopping off of the boat, Candy smiled sweetly at the TV host.

"Oh, just fine, thanks for asking Chris!" Candy replied cheerily, her large chest looked as if it could explode out of her pink and white striped, low neckline crop top. "Camp is going to be SO fun! I can tell. My mom says I have a great TV face!"

"Among other things… And don't you worry about camp, Candy; it's gonna be a scream! Now pop a squat at the end of the dock." He motioned for her to join the other campers. Smiling she walked down the dock to the other teens, her high silver pumps clicking on the wood.

As soon as she got to the end of the dock, she dropped her bags and squatted much to the confusion of the other campers, Chris and the cameramen.

"Is this good Chris?!" Candy called to him, her denim mini skirt thankfully stretching with her awkward position. Chris slapped his forehead.

"Just meant for you to meet and mingle with the other campers. It was an expression, Candy." He returned, shaking his head. Candy stood.

Now that everything was clear, she turned to the other campers. "Hi! I'm Candy!" She waved at all the teens.

"Junpei… nice to have you with us." Giving a welcoming yet entertained smile, Chris watched as the five-foot-nine-inch seventeen-year-old scrambled to get to his feet. Junpei turned, his skinny, slouching frame hidden by a blue kimono with white cloud patterns.

"Uh...hello!" Junpei said as he walked towards Chris, his light brown hair in a ponytail flowing with his movement. "Grab your bags, dude and I hope you like the outdoors because I give you five minutes to live."

The boy's blue eyes widened for a quick second before he shuffled to the end of the dock. "All right; enough with the jokes… Bring on the next victim-I mean camper."

The white boat pulled up and spat out the camper.

"Sam! Welcome to summer camp!" Chris greeted. The seventeen-year-old with shoulder-length wavy blue hair and forest green eyes gave a little grin at the TV host.

"Thanks Chris." Sam nodded, her crisp dark blue jeans set off her modest flower print sweater and flats. Chris was bored with her all ready.

"To the end of the dock." He flicked his thumb to the right. The man's nonchalant command made Sam's blood boil and as she grabbed her bags and walked past him, she stomped his foot.

Holding in a scream of pain and fighting off tears, Chris cleared his throat before shooting Sam a glare. The blue head returned his stare with an animalistic scowl. Rolling his eyes, Chris went back to welcoming the eight and ninth campers.

"Halona! Glad you could make it!" Another girl with short red hair and green eyes gracefully landed on the dock, followed by her twin brother.

"Mathias! Welcome!" Chris grinned wickedly, he had plans for this two. He has shaggy, red hair similar to her sister's. And large, round, green eyes.

"Get to the end of the dock please; I know it's crowded but that's nothing compared to the bunk arrangements." Chris laughed but Halona gasped and Mathias grimaced. The twins grabbed their bags and shortly joined the other campers. They were met by a clueless looking Candy and a smiling Sam.

"Hi Halona and...Mathias." Sam grinned, eyeing the male redhead playing with his 3DS.

"You've got the cutest outfit! And you play the violin!" Candy said eyeing her violin case in hand and continued. "That's amazing! I can play Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star on the ATM machine! That's my music experience." Candy carried on, giggling.

"Thanks...um..."

"Candy! You know, like the sweet treats!" She exclaimed giggling. "I'm Sam. This is Fiona, Geoffrey, Nathan, Junpei and Erin."

Kinda surprised at the twins hasty retreat, Chris shrugged and focused on the next camper to pull up in the yacht. A fit sixteen-year-old boy hopped to the dock, an excited smile on his face and wild auburn hair from the speedy boat trip.

"Hola Jared! What's up?" Chris pounded a fist on Jared's.

"It's awesome to be here, Chris! I even brought my toothbrush and lucky underwear!" The boy was clearly being funny, but Chris rolled his eyes and shook his head.

"Dude; we're all hoping you brought your toothbrush and undies!" He gestured for the other nine campers, a slightly disgusted look on his face. Jared just laughed it off.

He waved at the other teens. "HEY fellow campers!" The boys and most of the girls, save Fiona and Erin, waved back. Chris put a hand on the kid's shoulder.

"Then take your lucky unders and butt to the end of the dock, bra." He pointed. Jared grabbed his bags and walked to the end of the dock, smiling at all of the other teens.

Jumping at the sudden sound, Chris turned to look into the eyes of the next camper. "All right, Damon ma' man! How's it going?!" The TV host heartily shook the hand of sixteen-year-old Damon. The teen gave an easy smirk.

"It's going slow an' easy, Chris." The averagely built boy with deep brown, short hair shrugged. He wore a open long sleeved, white and blue checked shirt with a plain white t-shirt underneath. Faded jeans and light brown trainers.

"Park it at the end of the dock, Damon." Chris pointed to the teens at the end of the dock. Hauling suitcase to the other teens, Damon gave Halona a tiny friendly smile, to which the red-haired beauty returned.

Chris snickered.

"You have just seen the first eleven campers! Quite a collection of the colorful campers, but we still have eleven more to go. Let's see who opens up for this next batch of teens." As those words left his mouth, the white yacht was powering toward the dock. The boat pulled to a stop. Jumping out was a seventeen-year-old brunette boy with a tight-fitting, long-sleeved dark red shirt, black fitted slacks and smart dress black shoes.

"Excuse me! Where is the golf course?! The day spa?! The CIVILIZATION!" The boy snarled, his sea blue eyes sharpening at Chris.

"Cyel, dude; there's no golf course, civilization and there sure as heck ain't a day spa. You signed up for camp."

"I was told I was on a luxury vacation with a golf-course, day spa, five-star housing and CIVILIZATION!" The brunette boy's tantrum mussed his slick brown hair. Chris only smiled, happy because this was making great television.

"Nope. Sorry, bra. This is Camp Wanawanaka. Maybe you should have put down the putter and read the paper you signed." McClean tried not to snicker. Cyel snarled.

"This unacceptable! Cyel Draconis Highloathe is NOT staying here!" He looked at the other campers. Cyel turned back to the yacht only to find it anchored out of his reach. "COME BACK!"

"You signed it, Cyel. Tough toenails; now get your bags and mingle with the other campers." Chris grinned sadistically as he watched the teen stomp to the other campers.

When Cyel came to the other campers he was met with glares from the other teens and a smirk from Sam. "What are you smiling at?" snapped Cyel.

She slammed him into a head-lock, licked her finger and drove it into his ear. The other campers roared with laughter when they saw Cyel getting a Wet-Willy. Sam held him in a head-lock before yanking his shirt over his head and tripping him. Cyel fumbled around on the dock before he got his expensive polo shirt off of his head.

"Blue-haired harpy!" He snarled, blushing in anger. Sam laughed as did the others campers. The seventeen-year-old girl stood and set her arm on Mathias shoulder, much to his shock. "Welcome to the rest of your summer, princess!"

As the boat pulled up, everyone saw a six-foot-tall sixteen-year-old with shaggy brown hair. He was wearing a brown short-sleeved shirt with a polar bear pawprint in the center of the chest, a pair of blue jeans, and black hiking boots. He also wears a pair of leather gloves with lion-clawed fingertips.

"Maverick. Glad you can work Camp Wanawanaka into your busy schedule."

The boy chuckled. "Camp Wanawanaka sure is beautiful."

"The island sure has that rustic flair about it. But don't worry; its charms wear off FAR before you expect them to." His comment got a concerned look out of the boy. "You know how you were told that Camp Wanawanaka is nature's paradise?" Maverick nodded. "It ain't. It's so full of cameras and underpaid cameramen that it's practically a wildlife documentary set."

The look of horror steadily crept onto Maverick's face. "Now get your stuff to the end of the dock!" Maverick grabbed her stuff and sighed as she walked to the edge of the dock.

"I love messing with teens… They're so trusting." He leaned into the camera shot, being as obnoxious as he could. Snickering he heard a "thump" on the deck.

There was a seventeen-year-old five-foot-seven rebel girl with an art canvas under her arm, Alecia.

Looking up the girl glanced over the island. "Where is the Art Camp? I was told Camp Wanawanaka was an Art Camp!" she snapped. But as soon as that question popped out of her mouth, Chris was smiling like a devilish idiot and the rebel got the message. "There is no art camp… IS there?"

Alecia shot the man a venom-glare. Swiping up her bags, she moved to the end of the dock, her bangs all over her face. Watching her go, Chris turned to the camera.

Chris watched as the five-foot-five-inch sixteen-year-old scrambled to get to his feet. He had the typical emo styled hair and was wearing the typical emo outfit.

"Grab your bags, Clyde and go to the dock." said Chris rolling his eyes. The boy's brown eyes widened for a quick second before he shuffled to the end of the dock and did his best to go invisible as the other teens looked him over. Chris couldn't get enough of the awkwardness.

"And once the rare loner-beast is forced to socialize of other of his own species, he initiates his defense mechanism: going invisible. Not anyone can do that. Only those with nada for self-esteem can pull off such a feat!" And that was his best Mutual of Omaha. "All right; enough with the jokes… Bring on the next victim-I mean camper."

The white boat pulled up and spat out the fifteen camper. "Christina! Welcome to summer camp!"

The fifteen-year-old girl with shoulder length wavy black hair and a blue button up shirt knotted up at the bottom, showing her belly button, cargo capris, black and white sneakers gave a big smile.

"Thanks daddy! You know, every time I see you that dimple on your chin moves!" Christina cheered. As Chris slapped a hand over his chin, Alecia roared with laughter. Christina giggled. "Just kidding, dad." Chris narrowed his eyes at Christina, hand still clapped over his mouth.

"Get your bags to the end of the dock." Tossing a thumb over his shoulder, the man directed the funny girl. Christina giggled and rolled her bags to the end of the dock.

"Anyway… Here comes our next camper." The white yacht allowed a eighteen-year-old boy with a muscular build to hop off. Just by that smirk on his face, you knew that this boy was trouble. "Roland, welcome my brother." Chris pumped his fist.

Roland nodded, his grey eyes setting off his blond with fiery tips hair.

"I needed a new playground." Then Roland's eyes came to the other campers, specifically the girls. "Well, HELLO ladies." Zipping past Chris, the eighteen-year-old walked up to the steadily growing group of teens. Setting down his bags, Roland opened his arms.

"All right… Who's first? What about you Doll-Face?" He leered at Sam. "And you Malibu?" He smirked at Fiona. "Candy Thighs?" He looked at Candy.

"Gasp! How do you know my name?" The oblivious girl exclaimed. Roland ignored her and continued. "Oooh and look at the scientist!" He clicked his tongue at Erin.

"Hey gorgeous. You wanna talk about poetry and the dead?" Immediately he stereotyped the rebel seventeen-year-old. "Buzz off pinhead." She snapped, glaring off.

Chris snickered.

"There's one in every family… And reality TV show; I know, because I picked this guy out. Nothing like a little flirting to tick everyone off." McClean giggled. "Now let's introduce our next camper."

The big white boat yielded the next camper, A seventeen-year-old punk rocker jumped off of the boat. She had blood red with black streaks, uneven ends, down to her shoulders, and straight hair. She was wearing a grey short sleeved t-shirt with black sleeves and a black rose design, an unzipped black leather jacket, dark jeans, black ankle boots, and a black and grey striped beanie with black fingerless gloves.

"Arianna. Welcome to the party." She simply nodded and quietly made her way towards the other campers. The yacht pulled up and a seventeen-year-old girl with shoulder-length, dark brown hair with side swept bangs vaulted over the railing and landed into Chris's personal space.

"Konichiwa Chris!" The girl leaned closer, her asian dark-brown eyes staring into his.

Chris took a step to the side and forced his smile.

"Hey Yuko. You ready for camp?" McClean questioned, trying to distract her from getting any closer. Yuko laughed loudly.

"Yeah! You know, when I was eight, my parents sent be to a camp just like this one. Er, not totally, but I had tons of fun! There were these big guys in white suits that kept chasing me telling me to "TAKE MY MEDICINE"!" Yuko rattled off so fast that you had to take an extra second to comprehend it all.

"That's cool Yuko" Chris began but was cut off by the seventeen-year-old girl giggling loudly. "Yuko! Look! Something shiny over by the other campers!" Chris pointed at Arianna's earrings. Yuko squealed, taking her bags and ran over to the other teens. McClean breathed a sigh of relief when Yuko moved on.

"I'm pretty sure the laboratory will want Yuko back after the show." As those words left his mouth, the yacht pulled up dropping off a fifteen-year-old boy, the boat sped off like the dock was on fire.

"Dominic! You got everything you need for a Wanawanaka summer?" Chris questioned, like he really cared. The dark redhead nodded.

"Did you know that when the ancient Aztecs threw parties, they sometimes sacrificed virgins?" Chris gave him a crazy look. "But mostly llamas and prisoners of war."

"O-okay… Please inform the other campers that we are not Aztecs." Chris threw his thumb over his shoulder, ready to get rid of the walking encyclopedia.

The yacht pulled up again. Out jumped a short fifteen-year-old caucasian girl. Her hair reached her mid-back and it was black with the tips red. She was wearing a white, frilly and flowly white tight shirt with black skinny jeans and black Converses.

"Serinity! How was the boat ride?" Chris asked. Serinity smiled and said "Very beautiful."

Chris gave an awkward grin. "A-Alright then."

The yacht pulled up again, dropping of the last camper. "Amaryllis, nice to have you with us."

Amaryllis inspected the island with her black framed glasses and wrinkled her nose. "T-Thanks Chris." she said geeting her curly auburn hair of her face and straightening her panda eared jacket. Chris threw his thumb over his shoulder and walked over to the campers with Amaryllis walking shyly and quietly behind him.

The TV host walked up to the campers, photography camera in his hands. Then he looked over at the other teens. "All right we need a nice group shot for the promos! "Remember to smile like you mean it!"

Hopping onto the yacht's bow, camera in hand, Chris held it up to his eye.

"Everyone get into position!" The campers fumbled around to stand beside each other and smile. "All right… Say "TOTAL DRAMA ISLAND!"

"TOTAL DRAMA ISLAND!"

Click.

This is the first chapter I hope you like it!, Finally! I've been at it for at least three effin hours. *Sigh* If I describe your Oc's wrong, I apologize, it's quite hard describing 22 oc's. Review and thanks for reading!