Author's Note: So the reaction to the first chapter when way better than expected! I could not believe the results! Thank you all so much. Even though we've only been through two chapters together...I already feel like I have a great medium-sized audience!

Bits and Pieces from The Author:

So my weekend was, let's put it 90s terms, 'rad'. I went to the Pride Festival in Chicago, IL, and well...Let's just say that my mind was greatly expanded. Erm...Never mind...

Lately, I've been reading so many Total Drama stories of Duncan; I have decided to get a faux hawk myself! As a girl, I will be the only one of my kind at my high school. But creativity is what separates us from the rest. So as Gwen says, 'whatever'.

And I'm a bit of a Review Junkie.

(winky face)

So for my own personal please; I plan to make this story so riveting, so amazing, so utterly utterful- that the reviews to this story skyrocket! (my goal as of now is 25 reviews) And if they don't, then oh well! I still couldn't ask for better readers! And thank you to my very first reviewers:

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Disclaimer: I do not own any part of the Total Drama Series whatsoever.

Other Disclaimers: I do not own Apple, Carly Rae Jepson: Call Me Maybe, Greenday: We Are the Waiting,

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I stood outside the school with my phone clenched tightly in one of my hands and waited for Trent. This was so like him. Trent was supposed to walk me home like he promised, and he was already ten minutes late to even meeting me outside. LeShawna had already left and Geoff had given Bridgette a ride in his old Ford Mustang. Can you guess what color it was? Pink, just like the shirt that he usually wore.

Growling, I shoved my cell phone into my back pocket and began my long journey home. Thank God it was Friday! After a while of walking, I stopped to dig out my iPod from my backpack. Soon I squished the ear-buds into my ears and picked the sing of the day, I began my walk home again.

Starry nights city lights coming down over me
Skyscrapers and stargazers in my head
Are we we are, are we we are the waiting unknown
This dirty town was burning down in my dreams
Lost and found city bound in my dreams

And screaming!
Are we we are, are we we are the waiting
And screaming!
Are we we are, are we we are the waiting

Forget me nots and second thoughts live in isolation
Heads or tails and fairytales in my mind
Are we we are, are we we are the waiting unknown
The rage and love, the story of my life
The Jesus of suburbia is a lie

And screaming!
Are we we are, are we we are the waiting
And screaming!
Are we we are, are we we are the waiting unknown
Are we we are, are we we are the waiting
And screaming!
Are we we are, are we we are the waiting unknown
Are we we are, are we we are the waiting unknown...

I bobbed my head to the beat and enjoyed the song thoroughly. This was probably my favorite song as of this week. Yeah, it changes from week to week, more or less. It depends on how much I listen to it. Its like I buy a song, listen to it a thousand times, and then I hate it with a passion. Unlike that Carly Rae Jepson song named Call Me Maybe, man. I hated that song from the get-go. Just listening to it makes me sick! And the memes...

Then my phone started buzzing. I dug it out of my back pocket and flipped it open.

New Message!

From: Trent

Werya a babe?

...

Oh God why does he insist on texting like an eleven year old? Not to sound old, but I have to say the text out loud to completely understand it. Young peoples' texting lingo these days...ugh.

To: Trent

You were late, so I left.

Message Sent!

Cold? A bit. Sometimes that dude just gets on my-did I just say 'dude'?

New Message!

From: Trent

Mayb nxt tyme rite? Luv ya!

...

I groaned very loud. "Learn to spell!" I yelled aggravatingly at the small flip phone, shaking it. After a minute of unnecessary fuming, I stuffed the device back into my pants and stomped the last block back to my phone.

On the way there, a voice called to me. "Angry much?"

I turned to my right to see a teenager, who seemed to be about my age, maybe a little older, lounging in a plastic lawn chair. His arms were crossed behind his head and he stared at me in smug questioning. "Um...Do I know you?" I asked in a dull voice.

"Maybe, I dunno." he said and closed his eyes.

I stared at him for a minute, scrunching my eyes from the sun. "...Whatever..." I said and started to walk away.

"Duncan," he called from his chair, eyes still closed.

"Huh?"

"My name is Duncan you nitwit," he said, just as calm as before.

I scrunched my nose in annoyance, but replied anyways. "Gwen,"

"Gwen?" he asked, raising an eyebrow as if to say that I didn't look at all like a Gwen.

"Well," I began. "My name is Gwen, but my friends call me Gwen, and I don't particularly know you...So you can call me Gwen."

He nodded. "Gwen, got it."

I nodded back even though his eyes were still closed and continued to walk home, not being interrupted for the rest of the way.

When I stepped into my home and into the living room, my little brother was laying on the couch. "Hey," he greeted, tossing a tin of candied almonds at me. A smile overtook my face, they were my absolute favorite!

"Thanks...What do you want?" I asked suspiciously, eying him.

I put a hand over his heart, as if he had just been betrayed. "Why-I was just being nice to my," he paused. "My lovely sister." he finished, I could tell the words tasted like vinegar when they came out. I raised an eyebrow, opening the tin and popping a candied almond into my mouth.

"...A ride to the mall," he said slowly. I groaned loudly.

"I don't have a car smart one! Thanks for the candies though," I said, munching on another one and began to walk to the kitchen for something to wash them down.

"Mom left her van here smart one." he retorted, following me.

"Ooh, rush me to the burn unit." I said blandly, staring at him from behind the fridge door. He just stuck his tongue out at me.

"Your-"

"You're face," I said while pouring a glass of juice for myself. He huffed, and straightened his gangly arms.

"That's a dumb comeback," he muttered.

"Says your face." I laughed, which after a moment, caused him to also burst out in a fit a laughter. "Just let me change and we can go. I need to buy some books anyways."

"Cool!" he said cheerfully and bounded out of the room. After I placed the jug of juice back into the fridge, I took my glass and my backpack and headed up the stairs.

'When did I become such a pushover?' I thought, actually a bit disgusted with myself. I threw my backpack on the bed and set my juice on my nightstand. I quickly shrugged off my black cargo pants and my shirt; replacing them with dark blue shorts and a comfortable burgundy colored shirt. I observed myself in the body length that hug on the back of my bedroom door.

I looked alright, the dark colored shorts didn't go so well with my legs. The dark fabric made my long legs look the color of sour cream. But yeah, I looked alright. After all, I was Trent's Milky Goddess. Not his best move if you ask me.

I tromped downstairs with my black bag, or satchel, instead of my backpack. "Ready? Where are the car keys?" I asked to Alex. He trotted in from the living room.

"Uh..." he started, looking around frantically. My arms dropped to my sides and gave him a look that expressed my great frustration at him. A few minutes of searching later, he found them on the counter. The most obvious place to leave them ever.

So we loaded in the car-er-van and headed off to the mall that was on the other side of town. We, well Alex, rocked out to music while we rode. By 'rocked out', I mean doing the sprinkler while having a seat belt on. The ride lasted about ten minutes, chalked full of awkward dance moves, it was safe to say that I was very relieved to arrive at the mall. I don't think that I could have taken another five minutes of crippling laughter!

We went our separate ways in the mall. Alex went to the Gamer Suite, a well-known and very popular store. I went to Fourth Book, a cozy, unknown bookstore that was hidden in the very depths of the mall. Few people lingered there.

I walked in and began to wander through the cramped isles. This place always made me wonder if an old, cat crazy woman owns this store. The way it smelled reminded me of old lace and weathered candles that you would find in some rustic or country homes store. In a way, it felt like home.

Fourth Book withheld books of the unusual nature, or any book that wasn't wanted. The selections of books ranged from the autobiography of Bigfoot-

'How peculiar...'

To old record books. I picked up a few books as I wandered and sat down in a window seat that was placed in front of a painted mural of a window.

After a while, the sound of various books falling to the floor heavily was heard along with a couple rather loud curse words.

"God dammit!"

I couldn't help but stifle a laugh. A man came creeping out from the isle where all of the fallen books were, trying to slip away. He had a dark sweatshirt on with the hood up, and shorts that he wore way too low. Thank God his sweatshirt was long enough to cover the unknown.

Unwilling to observe any further, I returned to my rather uninteresting book. The worn pages of it made flopping sounds as I turned pages, catching the man's attention. He turned around to look at me.

"You didn't see noth-" he stopped in the middle of what he was saying.

"Having trouble?" I asked, or more like stated.

"Twice in one day? I must have left quite an impression on you." he said, quite smugly.

"Hey...Duncan right?" I asked, setting my book down.

He smirked. "Right."

"I didn't peg you as the book type," I said.

Duncan snorted. "Hardly! My Chem teacher is failing me," he took out of his sweatshirt that he must have planned on smuggling out of the store. "The Understanding of Atomic Particles. I mean, why do we even need this?"

I shrugged. "Just in case I suppose."

Duncan nodded. "I mean I understand it but- never mind!" he said, shaking his head. I raised an eyebrow. "I think that cashier is on to me,"

Like he said, the cashier was eying him from behind the cash register in suspicion. I stifled another giggle.

"See ya 'round Gwenny," he winked, and walked towards the exit. After he left, I sat there thinking.

'He is so strange. And stealing books? Not cool. But in a ways, I can already tell that he'd be fun to hang around. He seems nice...'

I shook my head and picked up my stack of books and started to put them back where they belonged. "C'mon Gwen...Gwen...Gwenny..." I muttered to myself

I shoved a book back rather violently, making the whole shelf rattle. After I shoved-er-placed each book back in its place, I walked out of the store to look for Alex.

'Gwenny...How could I be hung up on my own name...? This is terrible! I have Trent. I have Trent...Wait. Why am I freaking out about this? We're acquaintances, hardly even friends! But still...'

I spotted Alex in the food court, chowing down on some chilli cheese fries. I walked over to him. "You ready?"

He nodded. "Yuhp, mhm!" he said, or tried to say with a mouth full of fries. He picked up his new video games and we walked out to the parking lot. Alex babbled and carried on and on about his new video games, but I wasn't really listening. All I could think about was Gwenny.

Author's note: I hope you all enjoyed! I had a fairly difficult time writing this chapter though. It took me a few days to get the beginning started.

(Unsure face)

Anyways, I would like to share my second favorite saying. 'Read and Review and you shall receive'.

My first favorite saying is: 'I take ketchup with everything. Even with my ketchup'.

Happy fourth of July guys!

Your superstitious author,

DyeFantahasii