Welcome to the very first episode of The Total Drama Project! As said in the previous chapter this a project that will be attempted by myself and several other guest writers to write a short story for every single episode in the first season. Unlike the introduction it has been decided that the time set will be cut off, but don't worry there will be at least one upload every two days.
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"You've got a half an hour to unpack than meet me back at the main lodge, starting...Now." Chris's smile was overly shiny as he walked away to his air conditioned villa down the beach. He sniggered slightly as he heard screams, "Should make for good ratings," He said to himself and when he meant himself, he meant to the camera. He looked around for the lenses to flash his oyster white teeth.
To his annoyance the intern had not kept up and was only coming out of the bushes, Chris walked up to the beanie-d intern, "You," He called.
The intern looked up with eyes that could rival Bambie, "First Rule," Chris called. "Always point the camera at moi. That's reality tv talk for ME. I'll remember you for the next test." Chris snickered slightly and walked through the double doors of the villa, letting the door swing right into the intern's face. Laughter was heard and a voice was heard from the inside,
"Rule 2, take your shoes off before you come into the host's villa."
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Inside the cabins Lindsay had hopped off the stool and now was clinging to Tyler's arm and looked up into his eyes.
"You are soooooo brave," Lindsay cooed and Tyler flashed her a look melted her heart. He was soooo cute, Lindsay thought to herself. He even matches my new shoes, Lindsay started to squeal inside. The whole weird camp wasn't making any more sense but it was definitely looking up with the cutie in the, slightly clashing, track suit.
Tyler was thinking almost the same thing. The guys back in the lacrosse team would be so jealous of him with this hottie on his arm. He smirked just at the thought of that stupid Brett Steves. Who's go the better looking girlfriend now?
Courtney rolled her eyes climbed to her top bunk that she had claimed with the place card she had learnt to make in CIT camp. Back there, there were individual bathrooms with perfect tiny bottles of shampoo and tiny soft white towels. She sighed shakily and tried to go back to her happy place. A perfect pastel office with tiny towels, she peeked out of her eyes hoping slightly. Nope. Still at Camp Bummer.
She looked around at the room and her lip curled in disgust. Izzy was playing with the switches near the door and as she noticed that one switch powered the fans she jumped up with excitement. She flicked the switch to high and did a running jump to the fan that was swinging dangerously. Grabbing on one of the blades she swung around, her legs dangling from the roof, she screamed as the head of the fan broke , flinging her off. She did a flying somersault and landed on the floor on a cat like stance, the broken fan blades flying off and nearly hitting Heather.
Heather's mouth formed an 'O' as the flying blades made their way to her. Cody who had been hiding under the bunk beds made a lunge in front of her and as he jumped the flying fans made contact with his... kiwis. He crumpled to the floor in shock of the pain, his eyes watering he looked up at the long haired beauty he had just saved from deformation
"Ooops" Izzy smiled to the broken fan head. Her eyes widening and she bound out of the cabin to find a rock to sharpen the edges...
"Watch it," Heather said, giving the crumpled Cody a single eyebrow raise and delicately stepping over him. "I thought we kicked you out." She said scathingly as she dumped her designer bags on the floor of her cabin. Cody mumbled a few undiscernible words but was able to crawl towards the door. While Beth looked down at the crawling boy in fascination from the safety of her bed.
DJ walked across the room carefully with tip toes back into his cabin, avoiding any other cockroach encounters. He following Cody's butt, back into the safety of the boys cabin he unzipped his bags and carefully picked the picture of his mother and placed it on the table.
"Home sweet home, now mama." He said, DJ's voice cracked slightly."I miss you," Duncan groaned out loud and DJ screamed and jumped onto the bed. Duncan snickered slightly and flicked out his knife he kept in his sock, lying on the top bunk he started to carve a skull on the roof. Compared to the places he had been in last this place was easy cruising.
The pretty boy came in and flashed a huge grin at his reflection in the window, his bag that looked remarkably like a hand bag was swung onto a bottom bunk and he sat pre-cautiously at the end of the bed, thought better of it and stood up again, examining the bed in distaste.
"Where is the manager of this... camp? I thought there was going to be a spa. And I need to get new sheets. My model skin, cannot sleep on anything less than a 100 thread count. And is this synthetic?" Justin's voice raised a few octaves.
Geoff came through the door and dumped his bag onto the bag and proceeded on running out the door, "We've got a beach on our doorstep dudes,"
Justin thought for a moment, "I think I need to work on my tan," following the shirtless surfie out the door. Owen followed, ripping off his top and running out of the door.
"Whooo! Swimming! No Adults! This is awesome!" He cried as he ran out the door. He nearly crushed Trent's guitar that was placed on the steps. Trent quickly grabbed it in time, Owen chuckled nervously. "Sorry dude,"
"It's fine man, no harm no foul, hey?" Trent answered, picking up the guitar and strumming a few chords, thinking about the cute goth girl he hummed the tune to the unnamed song that had popped into his head. Owen smiled back and jumped down onto the steps, snapping the first one.
Harold walked into the cabin, sniffing slightly and talking to himself. "Hmm according to the current position of the cabin and the sun, the smell is identified as faitusi toris, latin for: Forest Floor fungi." Harold pushed up his glasses from his nose.
Duncan looked down from his perch and smiled to himself, "Here come dorkus extremus, latin for nerd." This was going to be easy picking. Duncan dropped down onto the ground, pulling the sheets of his bed down with him. Harold never saw it coming.
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Back in the girls cabin Katie and Sadie we're eagerly discussing their current status at the "cute summer camp."
"Oh my God Sadie," Katie said, "Doesn't this place, like remind you of the Little Miss Barbie camp we went to when we were five?"
"Oh my God, Katie, you are so right! I remember that. You had that pink barbie that looked like you,"
"And you had that pink barbie that looked like you!" They both squealed and Eva tried to bury her head in her pillow, she stared at her bag full of dumbbell weights, the 10 kilo one should be enough to knock both of the annoyingly high voiced twins out for a few hours.
"And do you remember, that that nasty goth girl came and she burnt the hair of hers," Sadie's voice went to a whisper, "She kind of looked like that girl," Looking at Gwen. Trying to be subtle but failing miserably.
"Oh my God Sadie," Katie said giggling. "You are so right." Gwen overheard all of their words and imagined burning the fat twin's hair off. She smiled slightly and started to make her bed, pulling the black sheets over the provided blanket.
Bridgette came through the door, bumping the huge surfboard case onto the door, she sniffed the air and wrinkled her nose. "Going out for a surf," She said almost to herself, and walked back out of the door. Bumping into the hugely busted Leshawna.
"Watch where you're stepping that tiny white bootie of yours," Looking up Bridgette gulped silently.
"I-I'm sorry?" She stammered, offering a small apology, hoping the mass of RnB wouldn't crush her.
"It's ok honey," Leshawna stepped into the cabin and raised an eyebrow, "Home sweet home," Bridgette smiled back and ran out of the door into the fresh air where she instantly felt better.
Leshawna meanwhile was trying to claim an unoccupied bunk bed. She had already dumped her bags on that annoying black haired girl-Heather? Bed. Snootyb- had given her the once over and had pasted a stupid smirk on her face. LeShawna smiled grimly and finally dumped her bags onto a bed. She heard a small yelp and a hand waved under the massive cheetah print suitcases.
"Sweet mother-" Leshawna cried and pulled the bags off, Beth appeared, red in the face and slightly.
"Sorry, I'm still jetlag from the boat ride over, I fell asleep." Beth explained, spitting slightly.
"Girl, the boat ride was one hour."
"Yeah, I know. But I woke up extra early I was so excited," Beth explained. "Sorry this place is taken by the way." Leshawna sighed and looked to the final bed in the corner, the blanket was a slightly different shade of moss green, she looked under the bed and felt a wave of nausea in her stomach.
On the beach. If you could call it that, the shore was oily and junk was scattered around with more quantity than shells. But it was still a beach and those were still waves. Bridgette pulled out her board and started to paddle out, she caught a few decent waves and as she felt the worries of the camp lift off her shoulders. When she looked back she saw a guy with a hat waving at her, she caught a last wave back in and studied the typical beach basher that was smiling at her.
"Hey," he said shyly. Before he could continue a spray of sand covered them both and a painfully white blob skewed into view. Under his arm a guy with a smirk sticky taped to his face raised his hand at them.
"Noah. This is Owen. And I see you two are a pair. Already." His voice was dripping with sarcasm and Geoff offered up a smile. "Oh and here come Home-schooled Harry and Mister Model." Noah continued looking at Ezekial who made his way down to the beach and Justin who was looking at the beach in distaste. He looked at wonder at the trapped bird, the oily water in awe.
"Hey man, you look like this the first time you've seen a beach" Geoff said, clapping Ezekial on the back.
"It is. It's pretty." Ezekial replied.
"Oh... That's cool man." Geoff replied, wide eyed and slowly backed away. He and Bridgette exchanged looks. Bridgette looked at her wrist watch and gasped.
"Oh I have to go get changed, seeya around." Bridgette said turning and nearly smashing Geoff's head, before she jogged up back to the cabin.
Noah had freed himself of Owen's grip, the huge mountain of fat had caught him trying to sneak away, assuming that Noah wanted to go to the beach with him. He reached the pretty boy and smiled,
"Nice weather." Justin said to Noah.
"Perfect." Was his reply. As Noah walked back to his cabin to unpack all his injections to prevent his allergies he smiled.
"Pretty boy." He said, allowing the distaste back into his voice. Just as Justin smirked to himself, with as much venom.
"Un-moisturised."
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A few minutes later, all of the campers were assembled in the place where there was supposedly food. Owen was jumping up and down and the rooms slowly bounced along with him. Izzy was sharpening her fan head and Heather examining her nails. Chris walked in and did a quick head count.
"Twenty, twenty one... Where's Harold?" Duncan smirked to himself, proud of his handy work. Owen moaned. Noah giving him a look that sat on the sideline of amused and bored.
"Better start serving up or the big guy is going to eat us all." He commented dryly.
"I'm so hungry... Floors spinning. Walls shaking." Was all Owen could say in return.
"Where's Harold, we can't start without him?" Chris questioned again. Owen's stomach grumbled and DJ gave a worried look.
"I'll go look for him," He said and set out the door. Cris smiled.
"Eva go with him." Eva groaned but didn't refuse and followed.
Owen called out just louder than the rumbling of his stomach, as the door swung shut, "Hurry!"
Eva slammed open the boy's cabin open, "Hello?" DJ called out shakily. The cabin was messy and already smelt of sweaty boy. Eva's nose wrinkled and she looked at each bunk bed. There was a mumble and DJ screamed and leapt into Eva's arms.
She looked at him in distaste and dropped him on the floor into a heap, DJ shook his head and saw a glint shining of Harold's glasses, the rest of his body was cacooned in the blankets off one of the bunks. His mouth was covered and he mumbled louder.
"Dork?" Eva bent down and grumbling she hauled him up as she and DJ both looked at the Harold cacoon.
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As they came back to the main room Duncan sniggered at Harold. "Guess the Harold caterpillar didn't turn into a butterfly. He turned into a dorkus extremus." He smiled and high fived Chris. Owen moaned again.
This time Chris was the one who gave the worried look. "Stop with the grumbling," He murmured to Owen, "We've already broken several of the children's rights. Don't make our viewers think we're killing you... Just yet." Before anyone could say anything the camera's light turned read and Chris gave a cheesy smile "Ok we're back..."
A/N I hope you liked that, this is a really long chapter but the next few will be short and sweet.
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