This is my first fanfic I've ever published onto . It is not the first fanfiction I have written. I have another story on another site that is moderately popular and if enough people are interested I might put that online as well.
This is a Duncanxoc fanfic. Give the story a chance, you might like it. Thank you.
Students filed into the auditorium and took their seats in front of an oak wood stage.
The high school was large and many of the students were well up in society, and also well up in the wealth department. The school itself was no exception with the auditorium itself being as large as an opera theater. Dawnestre High was one of the most recognized schools in Canada, and had won several awards including the national Next Generation Most Likely for Success Award for a decade and running.
The students of Dawnestre High were sons and daughters of some of the most successful people in Canada, and many moved on to be just as great as their parents, if not that then they surpass them, or move to the US to aspire to be even greater than them.
The school covered a large campus that resembled a wealthy man's mansion. The overall style was modern and sheik with continuous updates constantly being added to keep the school up-to-date, while the outside of the school looked to be designed to look more like a castle, gray stone and all. The building had two floors, the Freshmen and Sophomores on the first floor, and the Juniors and Seniors on the second.
A large gym, with state of the art gym equipment and work out machines sat to the left of the main building with the perfectly groomed track and soccer field just behind it. To the right of the school was the auditorium, which now held the entire student body. They all sat chattering among themselves in the maroon cushioned seats and faced the large stage, which had its massive maroon curtains drawn closed. The carpet was flat and thin over concrete that didn't extend to be underneath the seats, leaving the aisles to be the only carpeted flooring.
"Does anyone know why we're here? They never have school assemblies with the entire student body present at once," muttered a girl to her two friends as they took their seats in the very back. One of the boys shook his head while the other yawned, shrugging his shoulders.
These three students were the most unpopular teenagers in the entire school. All three of them were Sophomores and, even though they were looked on with distain by the rest of the prim-and-proper student body, they were the tightest group of friends in the school. They were so close mainly because there were only three of them and didn't bother with, or didn't allow, anyone else new into the group. They all were a solo movement in their styles, the girl being emo, one boy being a goth, while the other boy was a punk. Their unique styles the reason being the one that kept them together and apart from the rest of the student body at Dawnestre.
Dawnestre's average student was wealthy, gorgeous, (no matter what sex they were) and talented in at least one popular field of interest. All the girls were dressed in designer clothes and dressed with a preppy style, even the girls who could be labeled as jocks or athletes dressed this way. The boys were all either dressed for success, (which they still managed to make look sexy in a dress shirt and khakis) dressed for sports (which normally included a jersey from their school team or a sport they supported) or dressed to impress the opposite sex (which meant a classic t-shirt and jeans, most of them ripped).
The small band of three however, were not very wealthy individually. Jesse, who was the goth in the group, only attended the school because his father was best friends with a higher up CEO in Canada, and had connections to the school.
Stark, whose real name was Erik but went by his middle name, got into the school because he had played lacrosse in his Freshmen year and had gotten recruited by Dawnestre because they had one of the best lacrosse teams in Canada.
But then again, what didn't Dawnestre have one of the best of Canada in? After finding that he had a talent in something else that he preferred, Stark withdrew his position with the team only a week into the Freshmen school year, outraging his parents and the lacrosse coach all at the same time. He was the punk boy of the group.
As the only girl in the group, Sierra, the emo among them, was kept near the boys who were as protective as brothers, and half as annoying. Sierra's Senior sister had gained access to the school and her parents had insisted that if Sierra's sister Delilah attended the school, then they would have to take Sierra if they wanted Delilah, who had been selected because she was a lead cheerleader at the sisters' old school. Delilah was the typical blonde bombshell that every girl envied and every guy wanted, and also had every adult wrapped around her finger. Sierra, a Freshman at the time when Delilah was accepted, was now at the school without her sister because Delilah had graduated last year, something the school hadn't been happy about. They had expected to be rid of Sierra once Delilah had graduated.
They hadn't been so lucky. Especially because Sierra had gone to juvenile hall for several months back when she attended middle school. The official story was that she had set fire to the entire soccer field at her old middle school. In Sierra's mind it hadn't gone that way, but no adults ever believed her side of the story. But that was another story for another time.
Sierra, Jesse, and Stark were all in families that were relatively middle class, sometimes going through a rough financial patch here and there, and they were by no means rich like the other students.
Stark and Jesse currently had Sierra sandwiched between them, and since both boys easily made the height of 5"11 she lightly kicked Jesse, who had fallen asleep, and prodded Stark, who was poking around with his iPod in his pockets, in order to make more room. Jesse woke up from his slight catnap and ruffled his shaggy black hair.
Jesse, being the goth of the group, had the most normal color of hair, which had been dyed a coal black. His hair was long and reached to about his chin. It was cut into layers, which surprised Sierra when she first met him. The haircut looked like it belonged on the head of a skater boy, which there were none of in Dawnestre. Jesse's outfit on the other hand belonged on the goth that he was.
He had a single silver hoop in his left ear and a small silver stud in his nose. His shirt was a black t-shirt with a white line at the collar. Extending from the collar were lightning bolts in a midnight blue color. In the middle of the lightning bolts was the name of Jesse's favorite band, 'Bolts of Blue.' (Sierra constantly teased him for the cliché of the band name and their t-shirt design) His pants were baggy black jeans, lined with dark navy blue around the hems and pockets. There were four front pockets, two on each leg, and silver chains hung from two of the belt loops. His shoes were his trusty black combat boots.
Of course, Jesse's favorite colors were black and blue and he completed his look by having naturally dark blue eyes.
Stark kicked Jesse in the leg because he was falling asleep again and the assembly for the students hadn't even started yet. Jesse nearly fell out of his seat he was so startled from being woken up again. Sierra reached over to Stark and gently tugged on his eyebrow piercing. Stark stuck his pierced tongue out at her playfully and went back to messing with his iPod.
Stark had short blond hair that he kept spiked up with the tips of it dyed neon purple. He had a barbell through his tongue, a hoop through the middle of his lower lip, his right eyebrow pierced and both ears pierced twice, with an added stud at the top of his left ear. Sierra remembered when he had gotten the piercings; he had still been on the lacrosse team. His parents and coach had nearly yelled all of themselves mute, but he had refused to remove them.
His camouflage t-shirt and purple hair was easily frowned on by his parents but Sierra thought the clashing colors suited him, considering he was the punk of the group. His jeans were baggy and dark purple, with safety pins pinned throughout them and shredded at the ends. He wore neon purple, fingerless gloves that Sierra was clueless as to where he had managed to find the things. Lastly he wore a neon purple, studded dog collar around his neck. His trusted black and purple DC's were always on his feet. And his bright green eyes matched his camouflage t-shirt, which wasn't the traditional camo. Instead of dark green with the other colors, it had neon green with the classic black and neon purple. Stark completed his look with having extremely bright green eyes.
"Dude will you quit falling asleep," Stark poked Jesse again, who was once again dozing off. Jesse, once he blinked to clear the sleep from his eyes, immediately went to hit Stark on the back of the head. Stark ducked and flicked Jesse on the nose. Even though Jesse is the one with the rough and tumble set of brothers at home, Stark always seemed to get the best of him physically. And since those two were almost always exchanging blows, Sierra was the peacemaker.
"You two quit that before I rip out one piercing from each of you," Sierra snapped, playfully at the least, but no less threatening. Okay, maybe she wasn't the peacemaker as much as she was the settler of the fights.
Both boys froze, with Jesse holding Stark's right ear tightly, and Stark having firm hold of Jesse's nose and had him in a headlock. Because of the headlock, Jessed was basically being held right over Sierra in order for Stark to really have a hold of him.
Sierra's silver eyes sparked with amusement as she calmly smacked Stark on the top of the head to make him release Jesse with an indignant cry.
"What I do to you?" Stark whined playfully, managing to pout and look like a child that had been scolded for something he found completely justified.
"You annoyed me," Sierra simply replied and smirked at Stark. Stark blanched, not being able to give a comeback.
"Ha! Sierra likes me best!" Jesse rubbed Stark's nose in it. Sierra rolled her eyes before giving Jesse's nose piercing a sharp tug.
"Yowp!" Jesse yelped, and gave Sierra his 'kicked-puppy' look.
"And you were the one who took a swing at him first," Sierra pointed out, snickering at Jesse who didn't have a response to that. As both boys were currently attempting to come up with a comeback, their little group fell silent.
"He started it!" both boys suddenly burst out, pointing at one another.
"Wonderful, and also complete bullshit," Sierra said dryly. She playfully stuck her tongue out at them so they would know she was only being sarcastic. At that Stark put her in a headlock while Jesse gave her a noogy.
"Quit it! I call for a trial!" Sierra joked, basically calling for mercy, as her dark brown hair was tousled with the noogy.
"Ohhhhhh, a trial," Jesse paused in his noogying to glance at Stark who grinned.
"Honorable jury what is your verdict?" Stark called out. He and Jesse looked at one another before bursting out simultaneously, "Guilty!" before they began tickling Sierra into hysterics. The students nearest to the laughing group scowled at them with disgust and one annoyed blond flipped her hair before ignoring the three outcasts.
After calling uncle, Sierra was released to fix her hair, mumbling good naturedly, "How old are you two, really?" Stark heard her however.
"Four," he chirped, smiling as if it where the truest thing in the world. Sierra rolled her eyes before tuning out the two boys who were now bickering over which of their favorite hobbies was best, skateboarding for Stark and contract killing for Jesse. Kidding! Jesse was a complete video game addict.
Sierra focused her attention on the stage again, still pondering over why the hell they were in the auditorium.
Sierra had long hair that reached the middle of her back, was a dark, dark brown, cut into distinct, choppy layers, with a fringe over her left eye. That fringe she had dyed a white-blond and had dyed the tips of that white-blond fringe a blood red. That fringe was about the length of her cheekbone.
Her attire consisted of a black corset style top with blood red ribbon crisscrossing on her back and three blood red roses curling upward on the left side of the top. She wore black skinny jeans that faded slightly on the bottoms to an almost gray color. On her feet she wore her trusted black converse that she had managed to splatter the very bottoms of with red paint.
Currently she was wearing her favorite black hoodie that had scrawling white sayings placed over it randomly, reading things such as, 'Play with fire you get burned, but in the mean time it's so much fun!', 'Why think outside of the box when you can just redecorate everyone else's inside of the box?', 'I will always mess with the bull and get the horns if it means that bull is my parents', 'Work hard, play hard….I think I'll skip the first thing'.
Both of her ears were double pierced, the first piercing a silver hoop and the second a fake black gem. An added, fake, blood red gem pierced the top of her right ear. To finish the typical stereotype style of an emo, Sierra lined her brilliant silver eyes with black liner, and never wore any other type of makeup. Her complexion didn't need it, for she had never suffered from pimples and she had an even, pale skin tone.
Sierra was very attractive, much to the other girl's distain, and even though her style would normally be a deterrent to the boys at her stuck-up school, she had no such luck. Being on the short side at 5"4 and having what several guys had called a 'mini-hourglass figure', the only attention Sierra got at the school was attention from arrogant boys that would throw pick-up lines her way, wolf-whistles, or attempts of asking her out. She had never had a boyfriend, mostly because she didn't trust any guys aside from Jesse and Stark. The reason for that being that all boys at Dawnestre were domineering and arrogant, and that precise type of boy had been why Sierra had spent some time in a juvenile hall.
Sierra playfully glared at each boy next to her as their bickering over their hobbies continued. "Hush you idiots. Whatever the hell they're doing is starting," she told them. Both boys quickly quieted, glancing first at Sierra then at the stage, both appearing confused.
The stage curtains had been parted to reveal a large banner that was strung up. It read 'Total Drama Island' in bold orange letters. On the stage was a black haired man with a slight shadow along his jaw. His hair was cut short with his bangs hanging in front of his face and almost reaching his chin. He wore a navy blue, short sleeved shirt with two pockets on the front and a white, long sleeved shirt underneath. His pants were long, and a muddied green color, appearing to be dark khakis.
His shoes looked similar to converse but not quite the same and were the same color as his shirt. Around his neck he wore a string choker necklace with a small brown bag at the end of it. His black eyes and overly white teeth sparkled at all the students.
"Yo Dawnestre High! Whatsup!?" he yelled, throwing his arms up in the air. You could practically hear crickets chirping for all of the response he got from his overly chipper greeting.
"Ooookay," he stated lamely. "My name is Chris McLean and I am the host of the best new show EVA!" he yelled, trying to pump up the crowd. Cue the chirping crickets again. Sierra rolled her eyes and Stark snorted in disbelief at Chris. Chris seemed to somehow hear Stark and glared in his general direction. Chris mentally noted the different appearance of the three outcast students.
"Total Drama Island is a new reality show where you will compete with twenty-two other campers for 100,000 big ones," Chris paused again, hoping for some kind of response and still got none. He did notice however the three strange teens in the back that seemed to have taken some notice finally.
As Chris continued with his speech on the new show, Sierra was being nudged by both Stark and Jesse.
"Would you two stop!" she laughed. "Why would I wanna go on some island to compete for money?"
They both just stared at her pointedly. She rolled her eyes and grinned.
"Okay okay, it would be pretty cool to go stay in some mansion on an island and nab some money while I'm there. But why don't one of you two goofs do it instead of me?"
Jesse rolled his eyes and Stark blew a raspberry at her.
"You're the one who needs to get the hell outta dodge with that golden angel your parents have the nerve to call your sister still living at home," Stark answered pointedly.
Delilah had continued to live at home after she graduated, and was aspiring to become a cheerleader for one of the American football teams. Aspiring being the key term. They didn't accept anyone unless they were twenty-one. Delilah was only eighteen and had deemed to live at home until she could be considered. In the process she made Sierra's life increasingly difficult because Delilah's boyfriend had moved in with her.
Said boyfriend was a total pig toward Sierra, oogling her whenever she was in the same vicinity as him and because of this, Delilah had come to resent her own sister out of jealousy.
Sierra ignored Stark and Jesse though and turned her attention back to Chris who seemed to be wrapping up his speech on stage.
"Auditions for this show are winding down people!" he exclaimed. "Either send in an audition tape with your contact information or you're out of the running for 100,000 smakas!"
Jesse nudged Sierra again who promptly smacked him on the backside of his head for nudging her once again. His favorite 'kicked-puppy' look followed.
"Oh don't give me that!" she complained later that day. All three were in Stark's car. Lucky for them, after the assembly for Total Drama Island was over; all students were dismissed early for the day and sent home. Stark was driving while Jesse rode shotgun. Sierra was parked in the back behind Stark and was currently being hounded into making an audition tape for the reality show they were just informed on.
"Awww come on Sierra!" Jesse complained. "If you managed to get on that show we know you would kick-ass! Plus with the money you would be able to move out of that house of horrors you live in."
"True," Sierra responded with a grin.
"Then as soon as we get to my house you're going to make an audition tape," Stark persisted.
"If I do, will it shut you two up?" she groaned, annoyed and amused all at the same time.
"Yes," they both chirped happily at the exact same time. They then preceded to high five one another, looking for all appearances like two brothers.
"Fine I'll make the damn tape! Happy?" she shouted over their cheers of victory.
"Only when we win!" they cheered.
That was the last thing Sierra ever heard them say.
Suddenly glass exploded everywhere and the front end of the car crumpled like tin foil while the entire car was turned onto its right side. Sierra's vision blurred as she felt her head impact the window and blessed darkness rolled over her as the wrecked car closed around the three helpless teens.
When Sierra began to stir, she was lying a few feet away from the car. The impact must have thrown her clear out the right side of the car as it has rolled and the front end had been smashed. Her vision was shaky and slightly blurred but she was close enough that she could clearly see the destruction that had been rendered to Stark's car. She lay on her stomach and was facing the accident scene.
The car that had hit them appeared to contain a scruffy looking middle-aged man. Sierra noted the open and smashed beer cans that littered the ground around his car.
"Drunk driver," she whispered weakly. She now turned her aching head toward Stark's car and she felt her stomach squish nauseatingly. The car was obliterated and she duly noted that she was lucky she had been thrown out of the car somehow. She would have been hurt a lot more if she hadn't been thrown. Alarm began to course through her veins and heart as she frantically looked for her best friends.
She managed to spot them in the middle of all the metal and she screamed.
Jesse, who had been in shotgun, had a piece of metal from the dashboard skewered through his chest. He appeared to be conscious and staring ahead in blank horror as blood ran out of the corner of his mouth. Stark wasn't any better. He too looked as if he was conscious but also appeared gravely injured. He was bent forward due to his seat being forward and a piece of glass had sliced his throat clean open.
Stark's blonde hair was now stained with blood and Jesse's blue eyes were full of pain and shock. Agonizing sobs racked Sierra's injured body as she tried to drag herself forward toward the only two people she cared for. ]
"Look at me you idiots!! Don't die! DON'T!" her horrified and panicked screams would have been heartbreaking if someone had been there to help.
Her crying seemed to reach the two boys as they managed to turn their heads toward her. Her brilliant silver eyes sparkling with tears met the eyes of her friends as they both smiled sadly at her. Slowly they closed their eyes and their bodies went limp.
"Stop it!! STOP!! Don't…don't die," she pleaded. Slowly she went unconscious again, but she knew that the look in her friends eyes and smiles they had given her would haunt her for the rest of her life.
A week later and Sierra was standing in her small bedroom. A camera was set up in the corner of the room and an electric piano keyboard lay on the bed. Sierra's eyes were no longer twinkling with mischief as they had in the past, now they were lonely and distant, uncaring. She gazed at the instrument and ran her fingers over it. It had been a birthday present from Jesse and Stark. The only piano she had was only this little keyboard, and it was also one of the only things that she had left of Jesse and Stark.
"They didn't make it Sierra." A doctor had told her when she woke up in the hospital.
"Pronounced dead at the scene," she whispered. Hers eyes suddenly sparked in determination as she turned toward the camera and began to fulfill the promise she had made to her friends.
Sierra made an audition tape to Total Drama Island.