Disclaimer: I don't own Total Drama Island, they belong to Fresh Animation. But I own this story! (MWAH HA HA HA) *awkward
Author's Note: when it's not someone talking to someone, italics are either important thoughts or sarcasm and sorry for not knowing every bit of possible information about Canada and TDI (although I do know a majority over the last one)
Gwen and Trent's POV (separately)
Work of Heart
Chapter 1: Lapis Lazuli
No one's looking at you, I repeated to myself for the millionth time. It's never easy being the new kid at a strange school. Especially since I was the runner up in some cruddy reality show. Stupid Chris, making my life miserable, turning my life into a freak show, making me grumble to myself.
"Hey Gwen… You all right?" my brother called from a short distance to where I was parked. From the tone and sound of his voice, he wasn't doing as hot as I was either. Trying to look as discreet as possible, and still failing, I lifted my head up and shrugged my shoulders from the slumped over position I was in. His face turned from inquiring to actually worried. Woo hoo… I rolled my eyes at the concern attempted to be given by my only link to possible human communication at this what seemed to be another shallow high school.
If mom hadn't gotten a promotion to a certain widespread department store, I wouldn't be here at this unfamiliar burial grounds for the socially awkward. Whoever thought Markham, Ontario was so densely populated for such a small place? I was really hoping for a small town that was secluded and out of touch of modern day society. Lucky me… Now not only was I going to have to adjust to the freaks, geeks, populars, jocks, etcetera, in this awkward social hall, but I was going to have to get used to this new found, unwelcome, popularity given by them. Who knew such a crappy show would become so popular over just a summer time's period? And to top it all off, I now had no connection whatsoever to Trent. The phone lines and computers were still being installed after 3 weeks since we moved in, and I never really found it necessary to know where he lived, until now. ARGH!!! My breathing grew heavy as I tried to calm down from my massive brain attack from the thoughts I had worked to push aside. The idea offered to stay with Grandma over back in our previous hometown of Teslin, Yukon seemed extremely tempting at the moment. Then the memory of the smell returned. Her house was a suicide zone for those who wanted to suffocate to death. But I couldn't be frustrated with my mom; after all, she had worked hard to support us and she needs as much help as possibly given. Heck, I even tried, on that source of all evil they call a show, to win the prize money to help her out. Which meant finding a job, which meant that I had to actually have to get to know some of the locals. Great…
Kicking down the kickstand of my chopper, I slid off the leather seat onto the gravel of the road. So much for blending in… I immediately kicked out that idea, cause there literally wasn't anything I could do to avoid the crowds around me. When I came back to Yukon from that crappy island, there was this line of people asking for autographs and giving me freakin' fruit baskets and flowers. Come on! Fruit Baskets of all things? Some guys even dared to ask me out! After that day I couldn't sketch without my hand shaking violently or was able to speak like any other normal human being. The memory sent a violent shiver down my spine. But the overly obsessed fans were the least of my problems.
A small crowd began to form around my bike, and that sadly, brought attention to me. So much for continuing the status of the loner at this school. The bike was nothing special. Trent's expertise on motorcycles gave me enough knowledge over the summer for me to actually be able to repair a bike that I found in the junkyard. My bike was a sleek black color with leather seats almost worn out to retirement with its black color slowly fading gray. I slipped away, well more like sprinted, from the group to the office. Even with a crowd like that forming, it was still early, which meant that more were bound to come.
The reflective glass of the office looked more and more inviting as I neared my reflection. I cautiously opened the door and slid my head in the slender crack.
"Uh… hi? I'm the new student, Gwen Taylor…" I trailed off as recognition crossed the woman's face at the front desk. A wide smile broadened on the face of this elderly lady. My first few guesses probably would've been: she was naturally like all of the happy people of this world, or she saw me on TV and wants my freakin' autograph. Sure, why not ruin my sketch hand for life so all that I can write is my own hell of a name.
"Welcome to Flish High School!" She greeted me like I was a celebrity, as if I already weren't. Is it possible to be both of the few choices I conjured off the top of my head? I rolled my eyes when the woman began to scatter and collect papers all over her cheap, plastic desk. "Now, here is your schedule young lady… and all you have to do is have each teacher sign this sheet of paper, then turn it in to the office at the end of the school day. Oh… and by the way," the woman trailed off. Yep, she's definitely a fan of the show. "Can you sign this?" she feebly asked as if a vacuum had sucked away all of her confidence right from under her. I lifted the small, dark blue pen out of my pocket and signed the scrap of paper. It came up so often that I had to carry one with me 24 hours of the day. Sure it had been fun the first couple days with all of the attention; then it got out of hand. I would say no, but I swear I've been cursed by Bony Island or something of Chris', it's now exactly out of impulse or force of habit. Who could want such a miserable life full of attention? The aging woman smiled at me with a pearly grin and handed my papers over in exchange for my measly autograph. I pushed my long hair out of my eyes to see the papers clearer. In hope of avoiding this direct attention, I grew out my hair a little past my shoulders and cut it down to just one highlight. Long story, short? Yeah… didn't help at all. Then my day just got so much worse. How could he, of all places, end up in the same school as me? I felt panic build up in my throat and had an insane urge to make a break for it. Couldn't budge and inch.
The single boy who could put this much fear into my system rounded the corner of one of the many concealed office hallways. He looked exactly the same as he had on the island, except 100 times more annoying. "Hey Mrs. Eleanor, I finished filing the cabinets for you. Is there anything else I could do for you before class starts?" The boy was rubbing some imaginary dust off his shoulders and hands trying to appear like a burly, muscle-loaded jock. Then… he looked up. His eyes merely set upon me and his mouth dropped, Great… If there's a hell on earth, it's right here in this room, in the middle of Canada, with this boy. He's such a dork; he wouldn't even be considered a guy until some sane girl with a brain declared it. And as far as I'm considered, there isn't one in a 15 miles radius.
The elderly woman regarded as Mrs. Eleanor smiled even wider. I shuddered at her reaction, especially with this "person." If he's even human. "Why thank you Mr. Wilson. But in matter of fact, I would like you to help out our newest student. Can you assist me with this task, Cody?"
Cody's shocked filled stare turned into a leap of enthusiasm. Obviously, I would not do well as a secret agent for the NCIS, CIS, CIA, and definitely not the FBI. Maybe I could join the MIB and get my identity erased. I certainly agreed with their color choice for the uniforms… Honest to God, he seemed so thrilled by this request, which I was too eager to refuse, that he could stand in that position for the remainder of the school year.
"NO! Uh…I mean it's fine. I'll find my way around," I choked out to satisfy the woman behind the desk. But I wasn't nearly convincing enough. I had over a 95 percent chance that I would get lost in this endless maze of social freaks. Cody's face dropped at this, and I would've felt bad, if it hadn't brought me memories of that crap of an island. Honestly, who knew an island like that even existed.
"Dear…" Mrs. Eleanor paused with a look of concern smudged across her face. "Cody is one our finest students, he won't bite." She eagerly said with an approving look.
"Fine…" I caved in. I was going to drop dead right there on the floor. Cody moved from behind the desk in a couple of strides, or at least he was attempting to, when I quickly rushed for the door. Curse his eagerness; he got there before me. Carefully, I tried to maneuver around him without making eye or physical contact. The exterior halls of the office were so much worse than hell at the moment. Apparently, my appearance at this drab high school had gotten around. A crowd of guys and girls had formed, leaving only a small portion of the floor open for me to walk onto. Terrific… now I'm the meat for all the dogs in this school and have the envy of all the snide girls, if you could call them that. I rolled my eyes as cameras began to blind me and paper was flung from all directions in my face. Once, I even signed a fish. A fish for crying out loud! I turned to Cody, entirely forgetting my goal of having no contact with him whatsoever.
"So are you going to bring me to 1st block or not?" I asked rather abrasively, considering the fact that I had just been experiencing stardom that I didn't want.
First block. Those first few words I hated with all of my heart at this very moment. Of course, Cody stepped out in front of me and opened the door while holding his hand out for me to enter, trying to act like my own personal knight in shining armor. He would've succeeded if he weren't trying this on me, or any girl with a sane mind for that matter, and with the fact that when he tried to open the door, it got stuck. Then to add on to this catastrophe, Cody attacked the doorknob. He kicked, punched, pushed, pulled, and some many other things that are impossible to describe. Eventually, he was perched on the door with both hands on the knob and the soles of his feet up against the door. Entire story… the door fell inwards along with Cody, who had fallen flat on his face. Okay, now this wasn't so funny anymore. On instant, 30 sets of eyes flew towards Cody, who was probably suffering from a massive concussion at the moment, then up to me standing stupidly in doorway. Wonderful first impression… Everyone's morose expressions turned to a sudden giddy type of excitement. They might as well yell out over the intercom: Oh look it's Gwen! Let's bombard her with requests for autographs and sketches and other crap that will bring her more attention and popularity! I frowned at their eager faces. Even though I had gone to my expense to change my look a tiny bit so people wouldn't be searching for my usual attire, I was the freakin' dead center of attention! Is everyone's goal in life to make my life more miserable?
Cautiously, I approached my inevitable death as I neared the center of the front of the classroom where the teacher stood. Even his drab looking face seemed excited and pleased. I handed the sheet of paper to him and faced the sight of my death sentence. This man placed his brick-like hand on my shoulder and I almost collapsed at the amount of weight he put on it. I snatched the piece of paper from his hands after he held it out to me.
"Class," he smiled widely as he called attention to me that I already had, "I'm sure you already know who this is. Now I want all of you to treat her like any other person. Does anyone want to help her around this school, considering that her recent escort is currently injured…" I could've sworn that everyone's hands were already in the air; cause there was no possible way that they could've gone up that fast. One person in the back slowly raised their hand; she was hidden behind all of the other waving hands and jumping people. "Ah… I see…" the teacher seemed in awe at the response. Why in the world would anyone want to hang out with a goth? Oh yeah… Cause I was on some form of evil torture called… reality TV. "Yes…well it seems that I will have to choose someone with some self control for our little star here." All hands in the air immediately went still. I scowled. There was no way he was going to get away with pairing me up with some deadbeat fan who wants to be my best friend for the fame. I wonder how my little brother is handling all of this? I would choose my family over all of these wannabees by a landslide. But of course, I couldn't put the smack on this teacher cause of my darn promise to my mom. WHY? WHY DID I MAKE THAT PROMISE? It was a war in my head. I couldn't think straight with all of the attention. This is why I'm a loner people! And this supposed teacher had to make the worst decision of his career with deciding my fate.
"You," he pointed out in the back to the person who was hidden behind all of the rest. At first, there was a fight over whom he had pointed to. And after many, "No, not you Sally. Nor you Billy." Who uses the word nor? Finally it had come down to the single person he had pointed out. Along with many angry and depressed faces, she stood right there in the back all quiet with a smirk across her wicked face. OF ALL PEOPLE? WHY HER?
This girl was his worse choice in his entire life that he could've made. Could anything get worse? I mocked myself. Of Course! Everything just did! Didn't he watch the show? I was panicking at his choice. I was going to melt right on the spot this time. I'M TOO YOUNG TO DIE!
"Thank you for volunteering. I trust you'll take care of our newest student, Ms. Heather."
Thank you to all of you who have chosen this story to read! I love that you chose this one!
Currently working on: (same thing applies to list of stories down below)
The Unforgettable (NEW) Daredevil and Electra story… PENDING… (this just means it hasn't come out yet)
The Lilies' Eyes (NEW) Avatar… PENDING…
Armageddon (NEW) Twilight… PENDING…
Tattered Memories (RESUMING) Teen Titans
Stoplight Colored (CONTINUING) Teen Titans
Soul Searching (CONTINUING) Teen Titans
The Earsplitting (CONTINUING) Speed Racer
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