Four Years later

Carly smiled as she felt the familiar tug of the water pulling back. She started using her arms to paddle forward until the pull ended abruptly and she leapt to a standing position on her board.

Water sprayed in Carly's face as she carved the surfboard through the wave. After her...accident she had to relearn how to surf. Her parents told her that she was a natural surfer and won many trophies but Carly had never seen even one photo or medal. In fact, Carly had never seen a photo of herself and family when she returned home.

Carly looked around the strange house as her mother, Lucille, rolled her in on a wheelchair. The house was a normal everyday house, wooden floors, marble countertops and pictures of lakes and sunrises on the walls.

"Would you like something to eat or drink?" Carly's father, Tom, asked politely. It almost felt as if he was a waiter at a restaurant serving Carly food.

"No thanks, I'd just like to explore if you don't mind." Carly responded, just as politely.

"Hey, it's your home too. Feel free to go wherever you want." Lucille laughed but it sounded forced. Even though they were her parents, Carly felt like she couldn't trust these people.

Ignoring the feeling, Carly stood onto her two unsteady feet and made her way down a hallway until a certain room caught her eye. It was painted lime green with a pink bedspread and surfboards lining the walls. A collection of books were aligned nicely on a black bookshelf and a hot pink rug was vacuumed to perfection in the middle of the room.

Pink and white letters spelt 'CARLY' diagonal across the wall. It was a nice room, it just failed to hold any sentimental value.

The books looked like they were all picked at random and varied from romance to mystery. There wasn't one diary or photo album on the entire shelf. In fact, there wasn't even a picture in the entire room.

Carly opened up one of the drawers on a small black wardrobe and peered in. Like everything else, the clothes looked unworn and packed neatly in the drawer. The teenager moved onto examining the surfboards standing up against the wall.

"You used to love surfing. Couldn't get you out of the water." Lucille said from behind Carly. Somehow, the brunette found that hard to believe. The boards looked untouched and the bathing suit Carly found in the closet was unworn.

"I don't remember surfing." Carly admitted and Lucille smiled at her with knowing eyes and something else Carly didn't have time to detect.

"You'll remember eventually. Just think of it as a fresh start." Lucille stroked her daughters hair. "It'll all be over in a blink of the eye."

Carly gasped as her mind returned to reality. She had been so caught up in the past that she hadn't noticed the blonde surfing in front of her before it was too late.

The two girls collided and Carly tumbled into the wave. Water filled her mouth and nose as she fought to get to the surface. It wasn't a big deal, she had taken worse wipeouts.

Finally, Carly broke through the surface and immediately started hacking up water. No matter how many times she had done it, Carly had never gotten used to breathing in salt water.

She swam to her board and pulled herself up so she could rub the water out of her burning eyes.

"Watch where you're going!" Carly Turned on her board to see the blonde coughing up a lungful of water. It wasn't hard to tell who got the worst of the crash.

"Sorry. I kinda got lost in thought there." Carly apologized. The blondes head snapped up and she gasped before drawing in another gulp of water. Carly paddled closer and helped the blonde onto her own board.

"Courtney?" the surfers eyes widened in astonishment once she finally coughed out all the water.

"No, sorry, I'm Carly." Carly smiled.

Over the last few years, she had gotten the 'OMG, you're Courtney from TDI' thing a lot. Carly didn't even know what TDI was. Lucille and Tom didn't let her watch TV other than a few rented DVDs. Now that Carly was 20 and moved out, she had cable but still didn't watch it, other than the news or channel surfing when she was bored.

"N-no, you're Courtney." the girl stammered. A thousand thoughts must be shooting through that girls head right now.

Carly shook her head once more before asking what the girls name was. Bridgette. Carly had always liked that name.

"So you really aren't Courtney?" Bridgette asked as the two girls started paddling towards shore. It was getting late and they didn't want to be out when the tiger sharks came out. It was known from everyone in the area that shark attacks were more common at night.

"Really not Courtney. I get it a lot though." Carly said. She was starting to get annoyed by this 'Courtney' deal, though she would never show it. It wasn't like she was some sweet girl who didn't do a single bad thing in her lifsheik just seemed like a sore subject.

"You look exactly like her. Except your hair is longer and darker and you're skin is darker and you're a bit taller and skinnier and you wear more makeup." Bridgette started listing off things. From what Carly heard, it didn't sound like she looked like this girl at all.

Carly had tan skin, a few shades darker than her normal mocha skin, and dark brown hair that reached her mid-back. She used to have caramel highlights in when she first woke up after her accident but got rid of them right away and exchanged them for black lowlights that appeared randomly throughout her hair.

The girls dragged their boards over to an empty beach bar and sat on the bars tools, ordering some smoothies. "So how do you know this Courtney girl?" Carly asked. The chick must have been popular if everyone in Hawaii knew her.

"We were on a reality TV show together." Bridgette answered simply and shook her head as if trying to clear her head of painful memories. Must not have been the best TV show.

"Wow, that must have been fun." Carly lied. To her, a reality show didn't sound like the funnest thing to do. Whenever she's flipping through channels on her TV and comes across one, all the people have spray-tanned skin, big boobs, puffy hair and can't pronounce their R's right.

"Not really." Bridgette wrinkled her nose. She started explaining what the show was about. Twenty-two contestants, though the number changes during different seasons, all competing against each other for prize money. Carly thought the entire thing sounded like a waste of time.

The two girls talked for at least an hour about some guy named Chris and what he made Bridgette and her friends do for ratings. She mentioned Courtney a few times along with some other people like Geoff, Owen, Duncan, Gwen and a few others but whenever the subject of Duncan or Gwen came up, Beidgette would immediately change topics.

"So, you've never seen the show? It was pretty popular." Bridgette said as she sipped her fruit smoothie. It had to be her third one, didn't this chick have to pee?

Carly remained quiet for a minute before speaking up. "Truthfully, I may have but I wouldn't remember it. I don't remember anything before the age of sixteen."

Bridgette gasped and her smoothie slipped out of her hand and spilled across the sand. The bartender glanced her way but didn't say anything.

"I uh, have to pee." Bridgette said as she ran to the port-a-potty. Carly knew the smoothies would hit her bladder eventually.


"Guys, I swear, it's Courtney!" Bridgette whispered into her phone. The rest of the Total Drama cast was at their hotel, speaking to her through speaker phone. She had to admit that it wasn't exactly fun trying to decipher who was talking while sitting on the potty.

"Bridgette, I think you should get over it. It's been four years." Gwen said but guilt was dripping from her voice. Hypocrite. How was Bridgette supposed to get over Courtney when Gwen couldn't? Gwen and Courtney weren't even friends!

"Just get over here and I'll prove it to you." Bridgette ordered before snapping her phone shut and exiting the port-a-potty.

Carly was still sitting on the barstool waiting for her new friend to return. Bridgette took a seat next to her and smiled innocently. "How would you like to meet the cast of Total Drama?"

The answer that Carly gave didn't matter because she was going to meet them whether she liked it or not.

Review! If you still don't understand, I'll explain the Courtney/Carly situation. Courtney hit her head and lost all her memory. Two people, Lucille and Tom, took that to their advantage and told Courtney that she was their daughter Carly.