P.O.V: NOAH

Yeah, I was pretty shocked to be the third contestant to be kicked off of Total Drama Island. I can't say I was necessarily upset with the situation I was put into once I lost, though. The resort was easily the best part. The people, however, easily ruined what could've been a good time.

The disgusting Homeschool Ezekiel and Miss Iron Woman Eva.

...And then I arrived as a loser with my impressive 20th place.

Ezekiel was there as soon as I came off of the boat, full of conversation that I didn't want to have. That kid... I can hardly believe he's an actual, living thing. I've never met anyone so pathetic. "Oh, you're gonna love it here! There's a pool and a hot tub... And food for days, homie! Full buffet!"

My gaze was narrow and drilled right through his skull. "Because that's appealing compared to one hundred thousand bucks."

"Ah, c'mon... I know it ain't fun to get kicked off, but there's gonna be more people every few days. It'll liven up!"

I shot him a look that I could only hope displayed even a third of my distaste for the fact that he was still speaking to me. Obviously, he didn't get the memo. He never did, by the way. I'm sure he thought we were closer than [insert shitty redneck analogy here], but the sound of his voice literally made me uncomfortable.

Bags in hand I made my way up to the resort and I was actually pretty content when I found that what he was telling me had been true. See, when someone who had likely never seen a city before says the words 'There's a pool and a hot tub,' it's easy for me to picture two mud pits in the ground—one in the sun and the other in the shade. But, no. Two cement foundations, actual chlorinated water... I was impressed.

"I spend most of my time in the game room. Eva's usually in the gym, so usually if you stay away from her, she's fine." He was trying way too hard to be my friend. How desperate do you have to be to look to me for a friend? Answer: very.

"All the more reason to avoid the gym," I shot back, hoping to stop any sort of conversation that he might have found necessary. "Where do I put my things?"

"Oh yeah! There are a bunch of real nice rooms upstairs in the resort. Yeah, we get out of the compe-tish first, but at least we get first pick at the resort rooms, eh?"

I rolled my eyes. "Whatevs, just show me there. I want to be alone." He nodded to me far too over-zealously and opened his mouth to speak again... And that's when I decided to tune him out.

While he blabbered on about what was likely to be the least interesting thing I've ever heard, I took in the sights of what I would call home for about two months. It was gorgeous, I'll admit. This is the resort that was on that stupid brochure Chris sent to the contestants months ago. Turns out I can't be as mad at Chris as I initially thought. It was like three fourths of a lie... I mean, I only spent nine days on that stupid island, but that was easily nine days too many.

There were the pools and buffet, of course, along with plenty of rooms inside that seemed strictly for entertainment purposes. He opened one of the bedroom doors (which I only assumed was his) and it was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen... Well, maybe that's only because the previous living scenario was not something you could call 'desirable.'

My hopes were finally starting to turn more positive. Like, okay, maybe I won't fake an injury to go home early. Just ignore everyone who drops in, go through the books I brought (which were plentiful), and maybe this won't be an awful situation.

There was a muffled buzzing that distracted me from my thoughts. What was that noise?

...Oh my god, is Ezekiel still going on?

"And then there's always been my sister. Oh, she's great. I think you'd like her! I mean, I know I don't know you all that well, but she's just one of those people, ya kno-...?"

"Well this has been nice, Homeschool, but I'm turning in for the night. It's kind of been a long day."

He grinned wide in a way that really irritated. His existence was just too much for me. I wish I could explain my hatred for this kid in more detail... Hopefully I'm doing even a decent job at it. "Oh yeah, sure!" he chirped. "I'm just right down the hall if you need me, eh?"

"Yeah, night."

I was already in the door, closing it on him. I wasn't even trying to be a good person. I really do not like Ezekiel.

The silence slowly faded around me as the kid started mumbling to himself until he was finally out of earshot. I rubbed my temples for relief, grunting as I threw my bag onto the bed. I was going to sleep well tonight, Ezekiel just assured that. What can I say? Social situations wear me out fast than the average human.

Everything in the room was soft and an obnoxiously bright white. You know the kind. There's realistic white that will always look sort of faded, but then there's this sort of fluorescent white that looks like it's purposely trying to blind you. Like a computer screen. Probably the background of this page is a good example (that's right, screw the fourth wall). I guess that's just classic hotel quality white, though. Maybe I should have said that first.

I liked it. It was comfortable, it was cozy, and it was all mine. I didn't have to share with a group of guys that bickered and farted until I had to leave, gasping for air with a headache that left me practically sleepless. I was going to lay down, close my eyes, and the next day would be here.

God, just the sound of that made me smile like an idiot to myself.

I fell back onto my bed. Who cared about changing at this point? I was blissfully in my own little world.

...A bliss that my own stupid, negative thoughts were quick to steal me from.

Hey, genius. You're going to have to deal with more people you can't stand soon. One loudmouth is easy to tune out, and Eva doesn't yell unless you provoke her. You know that you aren't stupid enough to piss her off—not that you can speak for Ezekiel. But eventually, there are going to be 15+ people yelling and being obnoxious... God, if you have to hear either Katie or Sadie's voices again, you'll likely throw yourself off of the roof of this place.

I rolled over onto the softest pillow I've ever laid on in my life, groaning into it like some sort of ten-year-old teenage girl who just got her allowance revoked. I know, that's a cute sight.

The worst part is that I had absolutely no way to know who's coming next. I could get someone actually sensible and sane like Trent, or a bottle-blonde ditz who can't even remember her own name.

...Okay, c'mon Noah. Let's not cut this off from having even a little hope. Just sleep it off.

Maybe something would surprise me.

A/N: Thanks for the read! Just a short intro for what's to come that I was perhaps a bit over inspired to write. It was about 4-6am when I wrote this, so I can only hope I won't hate it when I read it later. I would appreciate a follow! Much love~

~FB