Total Drama Stories

"Ahh! When will she ever shut up!" Sage screams, her hands clutching to frayed wires. "I can't concentrate on Princess Lucy if she keeps apologizing to the damn audience!" Her eye twitches slightly. "Lucy still won't bake bread! What am I doing wrong..." she muses, inspecting the invention.

sneezes "I'm okay with it," Martin says, wiping his nose. "I mean, I would be apologizing this long as well if I were to be on hiatus for, well, forever."

Kadeem waves his hand in dismissal, reading the booklet of instructions. "You and your morals." Kadeem stares at the mess of a tent, sighing. "Is anyone going to help me set up this stupid thing?"

Micky rolls her eyes. "Nice try, Kadeem," she mocks, walking over to them. "I suppose I could help, seeing that we're done building ours," she adds, jerking her finger, smirking, at the finished green tent to the left of them, a sign on the right reading CASSANDRA'S SIDE-DO NOT ENTER OR TOUCH OR LOOK AT.

"Why do you keep moving around, anyway?" Martin gets out before shivering. "I hate being sick," he moans, scrunching his nose up. Soon afterwards, nasty green stuff comes pouring out, and Sage backs away quickly, grabbing her invention. Kadeem and Micky just look at him in disgust.

Evan looks up from a brochure on his lap. "You're always sick, Martin," he points out. "You've been sick since..." he looks down at his imaginary watch, "you were born. I suggest you wash your face with cold water to unclog your pores." Evan picks up the brochure again, pointing to a creepy picture of a bear. "That's the reason why we've been moving around. Miss L has been talking so loudly that she's been angering bears, and Chris, being the weirdo he is, decided to be safe rather than sorry, but I assume he's scared for his hair, moves us around the forest so the bears won't find us."

"Wonderful," Micky says, making a face. She flips the tent, and finds the door. "You've had the tent upside-down the whole time," she remarks, looking at Kadeem with an amused expression.

"DON'T TOUCH THOSE!" A voice screams from behind them. The trio turns around and finds Martin in the mercy of a flaming Cassandra.

Christian unzips a red tent, his brown hair messy from his recent nap. "What's happening?"

"I need those tissues Cassandra has, but she won't give me any," Martin answers Christian, his nose still running. "Please?" Martin asks nicely, sniffling.

The brown-haired boy looks over at Cassandra. "Why don't you let him use one? It's not much."

Cassandra sticks her nose in the air. "Well, he can use the ones in the bathroom," she says, shielding her things away from Martin. Her items are placed on a picnic table that looks like it's been scrubbed a million times with a silver tablecloth spread on the top. Beside the table, a garbage can full of dirty towels can be seen, with dead spiders and ants brimming to the top. "I can't let you dirty people touch these clean things. It doesn't match."

Martin frowns at the dirty people, but says nothing because he's in desperate need of tissues. He runs over to the toilet, taking a deep breath before running in.

Naomi emerges from the green tent, her black hair swooshing behind her. "Can we start the show now?" she asks, yawning. "Cuz I have to live my life, oh, eeeyyy, instead of chasing that paper*," she sings, feeling the vibe.

"Nice voice," Lomar compliments Naomi, the L on his shirt shimmers in the sun.

"Thanks!" Naomi says, smiling at the big guy. She finds him pretty cool, despite his slightly intimidating appearance. After all, he's was taller and bigger than most of them here. Naomi didn't doubt that he could destroy all of them in a strength test, but he seems pretty cool to her, so she wouldn't make any judgements.

"Lomar! Bro, your raps are all over my sleeping bag!" Jerome yells, peeking out from a black tent. "I better catch some zzzs before Miss L and Chris start yelling all over again."

"Sorry, Jerome," Lomar apologizes, smiling briefly at Naomi and disappearing into the tent.

"I've been spacing out for too long, Chris!" Miss L's voice comes from inside the producer's tent, guilt in her voice. "I need to say my apologies!"

"You're practically feeding us to the bears!" Chris yells, and the two of them walk out, Chris putting product in his hair. "This beautiful head of mine needs to be protected from bears!"

Miss L stares at the eighteen annoyed and impatient contestants, all which have stopped their activities to listen to the two producers argue, determination in her eyes. "I am soooo sorry, guys. We will get back to shooting as soon as possible. No more long hiatus for me!" she exclaims, pumping her fist in the air.

"Take baby steps, L," Chris advises, shocking everyone. He glares at the teens, and cameramen. "What? I can't be helpful?" He looks straight at the camera. "Audience, do not expect quick updates. Miss L will continue to write lovely scripts for me. Not that I need it," he mutters under his breath, "and the show will be back on track. It depends on her personal life that's apparently as important as her directing life."

"But there won't be any more long hiatus like this one," Sage adds on, rubbing her hands together. "Princess Lucy will be done and ready to assist her team!"

ROAR!

Chris' eyes widen as he points a shaking finger to an area behind the teens. "B-bear!" he screams, hiding behind a camera. "Get the kids! Not me! I'm too young to die!"

All eighteen contestants turn around to see a growling brown bear staring at them as if they are a meal. Micah closes her eyes, holding out her hand. "I am sensing that the bear is very angry that we are here, and it seems really hungry," she says quietly, sensing the emotions. "We should run."

"You don't really need to be an empath to know that," Beatrix, oh, sorry, Trix remarks, backing away slowly.

"Uh, how about we stop talking and run?" Naomi suggests, staring warily at the bear.

"RUN!" Grisela shouts, delicately running, careful to not splash mud onto her black boots.

The whole cast runs, and the bear gets angry, chasing after them. Everything's forgotten, and the bear stampedes over the tents and luggage, growling. Gail is the only one remaining, trying to see the way. It's a disaster since she had just taken a shower. "Wai-mmph!" she tries to say, but trips over Grisela's luggage as her hair becomes undone from its wet ponytail.

"My clothes!" Grisela exclaims, running back. "How dare they walk over my clothes!"

"Are you stupid? Why are you going back?" Melanie hollers, looking back. "That's stupid!"

"Shut it nerd! My wardrobe is worth thousands of dollars! Unlike your painted clothes!"

"You little-" Melanie starts to say, but Devin cuts her off. "Let her go. It's her risk," he says plainly, and Jerome pulls her back. Melanie settles down and turns away, mumbling insults under her breath.

"Someone save the brat and klutz! I can't kill them off yet!" Chris exclaims, hiding behind a cameraman.

"And why can't you save them yourself?" Dean asks, taking his hood off.

"You seriously think I would risk my beautiful self to save them?"

Dean rolls his eyes and takes off, leaving his twin sister to shake her head. "Flirt," she grumbles, playing with the studded bracelet on her right wrist.

Grisela is so close to her luggage, she can smell her beloved Coach bags crying out to her. "Keep being interested in Gail, keep being interested in Gail," she chants over and over again quietly as she tip-toes to her damaged tent.

"Oh-" Gail gets out before Dean sweeps her away from the bear's awaiting jaws. "Thanks," Gail stutters out as Dean gently pushes her towards the crowd before running back for Grisela.

"Gotcha!" the silver-haired girl exclaims, hugging her precious items tightly.

"And let's get out of here," Dean suggests, grabbing her hand and leading her back to the group.

"How about we stop talking and seriously run?" Chance suggests sarcastically. "We keep saying we would run, but we haven't gone far yet."

Chris nods, agreeing. "RUN!" he shouts dramatically. Everyone follows the first cameraman, but Chris takes the time to smile charmingly at the camera behind him. "This is the premiere, starring me and my awesome hair. See you in a few days when we finally settle down in a really secure place and divide up the teams on...

Total...Drama...STORIES!"

First off, disclaimers: I do not own Total Drama-I only own the idea of the stories thing. The lyric Naomi sang is Live Your Life by Rihanna and TI. Coach is a company (? You can call them that?) that makes bags, shoes, clothes, glasses, etc. I don't own any of this. Or the contestants. All you lovely people own them.

I am, again, so completely sorry for the long hiatus. But now I'm back, maybe not for good, but I WILL be updating more often..ish. But don't fear-I'm still here. This chapter is to explain my long hiatus due to school and work, and other stuff, and to give you guys a bit more insight on the contestants. I should have all eighteen contestants here...

If I'm ever away from this long, feel free to bug me with PMs. If there's any questions on anything like the way I portrayed the characters, or just the story in general, feel free to drop a PM. I'll response ASAP.

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