HALYEY POV

"Hayley!" I hear my mom call up the stairs. Her voice floods the room, to where I lounge on my bed, listening to my iPod.

"Hayley, come on!" she calls again. "You have to get ready for school!"

I crank up the volume on my iPod, trying to drown out her words. Stop there, and lemme correct it, I wanna live a life from a new perspective…

"Hayley Jameson, come on!" she yells. I crank up the volume even more, and switch songs. No sir, well I don't wanna be afraid, not anymore. It's your turn to take a seat we're settling the final score…

I hear her angry footsteps pound up the stairs. I quickly tuck my iPod under my pillow, and hide under my covers, pretending to be asleep the whole time. I learned this trickery from my dad, who taught me it when I was 4 and he let me stay up late to eat ice cream and watch movies when my mom was away on a business trip.

She enters my room, and I feel her gaze set on me.

"Hayley, get up." She orders.

I fake-groan, and dig deeper into the covers.

"Honey, come on…" she whispers. "Get up."

I moan. "Ugh, mom, I don't feel very good…" I lie. "Do I have to go to school today?"

She feels my forehead. "Hrm, you don't have a fever…" she mumbles suspiciously.

"I have a really bad stomach ache." I groan. "There's a stomach bug that's been going around. Lizzie had it last week." Lizzie, being my best friend.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah…"

She purses her lips. "Okay, but just for today." She begins to leave the room. "Your father and I have work, so we won't be home 'til later. Are you okay on your own?"

"Yeah,"

"'Kay. Feel better…" she exits the room.

When I hear the door close (my dad already left for work.), I tie my black hair up in a pony-tail, jump out of my bed, and shuffle down the stairs, to watch T.V.

As I lay on the couch, watching Degrassi, the door-bell rings.

I walk over to the door, and slowly open it. There, standing, was an older guy, who looked like he was trying too hard to look young. She had stubble on his cheekbones, and he had a toothy grin.

"Hello!" he bellows. "Are Duncan and Gwen Cook here?"

"No," I reply, about to slam the door in his face. He blocks it with his foot.

"Are you Hayley Cook?" he asks.

"Yeah, who's askin'?"

"Oh, sorry." He sticks out his hand. "I'm Chris McClain, host of the Total Drama series!"

I just look at his hand blankly. He doesn't recoil. After a few minutes, I high-five it.

"Well, you are going on a reality T.V. show!" he announces. My eyes go wide.

"What reality T.V. show?"

"Total Drama Generations!" he answers.

Just then, I hear the back door open.

"Hayley!" my mom bellows. "My boss let me have a day off today!"

She comes up from behind me. I hear her gasp when she looks at Chris, and she shoves past me.

"What are you doing here?" she growls.

"Gwen!" he says. "Long time, no see!"

"You didn't answer my question." She says. "Why. Are. You. Here?"

"Hayley is going to be on the next season of Total Drama!" he announces.

"No, she's not! Total Drama was the worst thing in my life."

"Ah, ah, ah!" Chris says. "I see you and Duncan got married."

"No duh."

"And had a kid."

"So?"

He hands her a sheet of paper. "It says right here, in your contract, If contestant has an offspring, said offspring is eligible to be in a season in the future."

My mom swears under her breath, then flips open her phone. She punches in a number, and pulls the phone to her ear.

"Duncan?" she says. "Get here now. It's about Hayley."

Fifteen minutes later, my dad comes barreling in the door. When he notices Chris, his face gets red with anger.

"Why are you here?" my dad asks.

"Hayley is going to be in the next season of Total Drama!"

"No, she's not!"

"Actually," my mom interrupts, taking my dad's arm. "She is."

My dad was about to speak, before she whispers something that sounds a whole lot like "The contract,"

"Dang it!" my dad says.

"My niece will be here tomorrow at 11 to pick you up." Chris says,, leaving the doorway.

MASON POV

"Scarlet!" I call to my twin sister. "Let's go!"

I hear her feet pound down the stairs, and she appears in the doorway of the kitchen, where I am, stuffing books in my bag.

"'Sup?" she asks coolly.

"'Sup? 'Sup? We have to get to school in 10 minutes and Christina is gonna be here any minute, and all you can say is 'sup?"

"Ooh, Christina is gonna be here…" she teases. "You're girlfriend…"

"Yeah, my girlfriend…" I mock. She pokes me in the ribs.

The door rings, and I dash to it, trying to make it before Scarlet can. But, of course, since she's the sporty, athletic one, she got it first.

"Christina!" she squeals, giving my girlfriend a one-armed hug. "How are you doing?"

"Just fine, but I would be doing better if you didn't hug me." Christina scowls. She struts over to me, and wraps her thin, spindly arms around my neck.

"Mason!" she drawls. "It's been a whole weekend without you!"

"Hey, Christina." I say, hugging her. I see Scarlet roll her eyes.

"Ready to go?" I ask, grabbing my bag, just as the door rings.

"Scarlet?" I hear my mom call from the upstairs. "Mason? Can you get that?"

"I got it, Mrs. Burromuerto!" Christina calls back.

"Christina? When'd you get here?"

"Just a few minutes ago!"

"Oh." My mom says flatly. She never liked Christina. "Can you just have Mason get it?"

Christina scowls. "I try to be nice…" she mutters under her breath, and opens the door, forgetting my mom's command.

A tan old guy is revealed, a sly grin plastered on his face.

"Who is it?" my mom asks, coming down the stairs, holding my little brother, Garret. When she sees they guy, her eyes get wide.

"Heather!" the guy says. "Long time, no see!"

My mom hurries over to us, and she hands me Garret, who's grinning like mad, as he always is.

"You." She growls. "Why are you here?"

"Good to see you too, Heather."

"Uh, mom?" I interrupt. "Who is this?"

"Your old boyfriend?" Scarlet asks. "'Cause if he is, you could do better."

"No," my mom says angrily.

"You might wanna go get Alejandro." The guy suggests.

"Kids," my mom turns to us. "Did your father leave yet?"

Scarlet and I shake our heads.

"Alejandro!" my mom calls. "Alejandro, get over here right now!"

My dad turns around the corner, holding a bowl of cereal, mouth full.

"What?" he asks, voice muffled with cereal. When he notices the guy, his mouth drops open, spilling cereal all over the floor.

"Chris?" he asks, stupefied.

"Alejandro!" the guy- Chris, I guess- bellows.

"You never answered my question." My mom presses. " Why. Are. You. Here?"

Chris points to Christina. "Is she yours? 'Cause I only have a record of 3 kids, Mason Michael, Scarlet Fawn, and Garret James."

"No," Christina answers before my mom or dad can. "I'm Christina Charlotte Wilfred, Mason's girlfriend."

Chris' nose wrinkles, and he turns back to my mom and dad.

"Anyway, I'm here to say that Scarlet and Mason are going to be in the next season of Total Drama!"

My mom was about to open her mouth to object, but my dad whispers something in her ear. A sly grin spreads across both of their faces.

"Fine." My mom says. "How much is the prize?"

"One billion dollars!" Chris answers. Scarlet looks at me excitedly.

"I'm in!" I say, and Scarlet nods.

"Can I be in it?" Christina asks, clutching my arm.

"No, it's only for the past contestants kids."

"My parents were past contestants!"

"Oh, really? Who?"

"Uh… Bob… and… Jane?"

"Nope, sorry. My niece will be here tomorrow to pick you guys up." And he runs toward his limo, and climbs in.

YAY! NEW STORY! OKAY, SO THIS IS A SEND INYOUR APPLICATION STORY! I NEED THE FOLLOWING KIDS (BUT NOT HEATHER/ALJANDRO AND GWEN/DUNCAN 'CUZ I ALREADY DID THEM.)

CODY/SIERRA

EVA/OC

COURTNEY/OC

NOAH/OC

TYLER/LINSAY

LESHAWNA/HAROLD

BRIDGETTE/GEOFF

TRENT/OC

OWEN/OC

IZZY/OC

ZEKE/OC

KATIE/OC

SADIE/OC

JUSTIN/OC

BETH/OC

DJ/OC

BLAINLEY/OC

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