Wawanakwa Academy is in a small part of Canada. As a matter of fact, you'd honestly never expect anything big to happen around this tiny little stretch of land in Canada of all places.

Quite frankly, we never saw anything this horrible coming, and to be honest, I feel somehow…responsible…

If I just could have done something about it earlier…, everything would be okay now.

But things are not okay. And they never will be again…

Chapter 2: Endzone

"Today's the big game!" Tyler cheered, as his alarm clock rang, he quickly slipped on his track suit, and raced downstairs.

"Tyler…, what are ya doin'?" Tyler's father asked, looking above his paper.

"I'm goin' to hang out with my friends before the big game!" Tyler stated, "I'm starting quarterback!"

"Tyler, you got work to do son, you can't go out everyday and just expect to have fun!" Tyler's dad ordered.

"I can't just miss the game…," Tyler muttered.

"Mow the lawn…, then you can leave…," Tyler's dad said with narrowed eyes, as he went back to scanning the paper. Tyler simply moaned, and walked out of the front door. He grabbed the lawnmower and started it up, his next door neighbor, who was a shorter kid, had short brown hair, a white sweater, and jeans, it was Cody who was also outside.

"Tyler! TYLER! Hey, I heard you're starting quarterback today!" Cody said from his yard.

"I can't hear you!" Tyler replied, due to the loud humming of the lawnmower, and due to the fact that Tyler was listening to music.

"I guess I'll wait then…," Cody said with a shrug, as he watched Tyler finish mowing the lawn. When Tyler was finished, he proceeded over to Cody's house.

"What's up man?" Tyler asked, as he adjusted the gym bag that he had carefully strapped over his shoulder.

"I heard that you were starting quarterback for today's game above Duncan and all, I just wanted to say congratulations!" Cody said with a happy nod.

Tyler nodded back, "Thanks dude, I'm gonna kick some butt! Has Sierra asked you to the dance yet?" Tyler asked, Cody's face went from a smile, to a look of concern.

"Sierra wants to ask me to the dance?" Cody asked with a gasp.

"Unfortunately," Tyler replied.

"Oh no! I'll see ya later Tyler, I've gotta bolt up my doors and…stuff," Cody said, a tad freaked, as he dashed inside of his house, Tyler laughed, as Trent drove by on his mmotorcycle.

"Alright Tebow, hop on," Trent joked, as Tyler rolled his eyes with a smile.

"Make your jokes, make your jokes," Tyler chuckled, as he got into the side-car. "Where are we goin' for breakfast?" Tyler asked.

"Hatchet's," Trent replied simply, as he drove off. Upon reaching Hatchet's, the smell of pancakes filled the air, not only that, but the grill sizzling with bacon could be heard in the background. Tyler and Trent casually walked inside, where Noah, Courtney, Dawn, Lindsay, and Harold were already waiting. "Sorry for taking so long, Tyler was talking to Cody," Trent said.

"Cody? Has Sierra asked him yet?" Noah asked.

"Nope, but when I mentioned that he bolted his door up," Tyler said, as they all laughed.

The waitress walked up to the table. She was a shorter, African-Canadian girl, she had on a white shirt with fruit on it, and jeans. Her hair was done up in a ponytail.

"Milady," Harold said, as he stood up and bowed.

"Hey kids, what can I do for you?" The waitress asked.

"You could go to the dance with me, LeShawna!" Harold said, as he kneeled, and handed LeShawna a ticket.

"Uhhh…, thanks Sugar Baby…, but I've already got a date," LeShawna replied, to this, Harold looked heartbroken.

"Wh…who?" Harold asked sadly.

"I'm goin' with Alejandro!" LeShawna replied, as she swooned.

"Alejandro? Isn't he the classes vice-president? Son of the diplomat, and tied with you for smartest person in the class Noah?" Trent asked.

"Yes, and apparently now, he has a rivalry with almost everyone in our group," Noah stated.

"Oh, you bet he does, he stole my fair LeShawna from me! He will pay!" Harold said.

"Uhhh…, sorry Harold, but, I'd have said no to you anyway," LeShawna admitted, "now can you guys please order?" she asked.

"I'll take a truckload of bacon…," Harold mumbled.

"That's the most bacon I've ever seen you order Harold," Dawn said with a gasp.

"It's so I can give myself a heart attack to ease the pain of my broken heart," Harold cried, LeShawna rolled her eyes.

"I'll give you guys a few more minutes…," LeShawna said, as she walked away.

"Harold, you can just go with some other girl," Courtney said nicely.

"There is no other girl for me…," Harold said with a sigh.

"Of course there is Harold! What about Sadie, or Beth?" Lindsay asked, Harold screamed.

"Those two? No way! Harold needs a girl with some flair!" Harold responded, "And those two have got NONE!"

"I'm sure you'll find someone buddy," Trent said, with a smile.

"Well, well, well, look who it is…," a voice said.

"Duncan…," Tyler growled, as the jocks came walking up, each with their dates. Owen was with a girl a bit shorter than him, she had long, bright orange hair, a green skirt, and a green top on. The girl with Geoff had long blonde hair, pulled up into a ponytail, she had on a blue hoodie, and blue jeans.

"Geek," Duncan smirked, as he knocked Tyler's drink onto the floor.

"What do you want Duncan? Can't you ever just leave us alone?" Tyler asked.

"Don't talk to Duncan that way!" Dakota shrieked, as she threw her arms around him.

"Give us each a hundred bucks, and we promise we won't," Noah smirked, as he looked down from his menu.

"Don't you take advantage of her dweeb, we'll see you nerds at the game tonight…," Duncan said, as him and his group walked away laughing.

"I really do hate them…," Courtney muttered, as she glared at their backs as they walked to their table.

"Don't even pay them any mind…," Tyler said, as towering man walked up. He was African-Canadian. He wore a Chef's hat, and yellow shirt, on it he wore an apron. He had huge mustache, and a goatee, "Hey Coach Hatchet!" Tyler said, with a smile.

"Hello kids, how ya'll doin'?" Chef asked.

"Just excited about the game today!" Tyler cheered.

"Good to hear, make us proud today Tyler!" Chef smiled warmly, as he took out a notepad, "Now, what can I get for you kids?" he asked. The kids of course ordered, and when they were done, they set out for the game.

The football field was huge, the cheerleaders: Lindsay, Dakota, Heather, Anne Maria, and Katie were in their spot right in front of the scorekeeper and announcers booth. The scorekeeper, was a heavy-set African-Canadian boy, he wore a red hat backwards, and a heavy black jacket. The announcer was an older looking man, with shoulder length black hair, he had a stubble, a blue shirt on, and tan pants.

"Hello and welcome to the first game of the Canadian county football playoffs, I'm school principal and head sports announcer, Chris McClean!" Chris stated, as the boy next to him simply nodded, "With me as always is my partner in crime, Silent B!" Chris announced, "And here we are at what looks to be a great game!" B simply gave a nod, he wasn't a talker, scratch Dawn, B was the quietest kid in the entire senior class.

The game kicked off much as expected, with Tyler scoring a very close touchdown, but in the end, he came out on top with the first score of the game.

After three quarters of the game went by, the score stood at a tied game, with only three minutes left to go.

"Come on Tyler!" Noah cheered.

"You can do it buddy!" Trent shouted.

"Tyler, Tyler, he's our man!" Harold shouted, waving a flag that had a picture of Harold's face on it for some reason.

"He's gonna win it for us, I just know it!" Courtney cheered.

"It is getting a tad dark out though," Dawn pointed out.

As if on cue, the ball was hiked to Tyler, but as he was running back to pass it, he was tripped, by one of his own teammates, it was Lightning.

"Sha-oops, sorry pal," Lightning said, as he walked off, before anyone noticed.

"And it's a turnover on downs!" Chris announced, as the other team took possession of the ball. With a final touchdown, the other team won thirty-five to twenty-eight, defeating the Wawanakwa Bears, and deeply saddening Tyler.

"We shoulda won…," Tyler said, as he punched his locker.

"Don't sweat it, you did your best!" Lindsay pleaded.

"No, he lost for us, I bet Coach Hatchet will never make YOU starting quarterback again," Duncan said with smug look on his face.

"Well, maybe if I wasn't tripped, I wouldn't have screwed up," Tyler replied.

"Point is you lost, it doesn't matter how," Duncan said, as he shrugged.

"Just go away man…, I don't wanna see your face right now…," Tyler mumbled, as Duncan slammed him into a locker.

"Like Dakota said earlier, don't talk to me that way punk," Duncan growled, as he punched Tyler in the chest, and left the locker room, as Trent, Noah, Harold, Courtney, and Dawn also walked in.

"What did that jerk do to you now?" Courtney asked.

"He hit him again," Dawn said, "are you okay Tyler?" she asked sweetly.

"I'm fine, let's just go home…," Tyler stated, as he slipped on his tracksuit, and slumped out of the locker room.

"Think he'll be okay?" Trent asked.

"He'll get over it…," Noah said, "Let's just leave him alone."

As Tyler was walking out, into the halls, he bumped into B.

"H…, hey B, what's up?" Tyler asked, B simply shrugged at Tyler, and smiled at him, as he pulled out a camera. "Are you saying that you know what really happened?" Tyler asked happily, B nodded, and handed Tyler the camera. Upon viewing the tape, Tyler saw that Lightning tripped him. "B, this is great! Can you give this to Mrs. O'Hallaran for me? I'd love it to be played on the Monday morning announcements!" Tyler explained, B replied with a nod, "Thanks man! Seeya Monday!" Tyler said, as he walked off. B started to walk through the halls now, the tape in hand. He was going to stick it in the Vice-Principal's mailbox, and then leave for home. B however, heard footsteps behind. He turned around, and saw nothing. He shrugged it off, and continued walking, the footsteps returned, B turned around, and raised an eyebrow, as if asking the empty hallway if Tyler was still there. There was obviously no reply. B continued towards the office, and when he turned down the next hallway, he noticed a single flickering hallway light. Since every other light in the halls was turned off, this one gave an eerie dim light to the halls, as it flickered from dim, to bright, to nothing, and then finally to dim again. B silently made his way through the hall, passing the flickering light, and just as he reached the office, he heard the footsteps again, B this time, turned around, expecting to see nothing, but unfortunately for him, this is not what B saw. This time, B saw the figure of what looked like a person, standing beneath the flickering light. It had a pale white face, tattered clothes, and its left arm was a machete. Its head was awkwardly tilted to the left. B looked wide eyed at the 'thing', that stood before him. B also knew that the only way out of the school from the office would be by walking past whatever it was that stood before him. B silently dropped the tape in front of the office, and took a step back against the wall. The 'thing' slowly started moving closer, the machete began to drag along the floor, making a screeching sound. B took a step back, and hit the wall, he was startled, and staggered a few more steps forward, his foot crushing the cassette tape, as he stumbled to get his balance back. He looked up, just in time to see a blade slashing at his throat.

(End of chapter 2)

Death List: Sierra, B,

Sorry to B and Sierra fans, but these two weren't important to what I had planned for the story itself, and since I'm literally using Every. Single. Character in Total Drama, these two weren't going to be of much help in the long run

Again, a short Author's Note, please read and review Total Drama Campgrounds on my alternate account, Coolsy77, I'd appreciate the feedback!

Til' Next Time, Peace Out!