- sigh - I'm totally overwhelmed right now. I'm currently debating whether to continue with this or not; since it's kind of...taking over. I want to do other things and write other stories, but this is sort of holding me back. Not sure. I might cancel this or might not, still thinking. ANYWAY. Enjoy this one! It's ALOT shorter, probably less than half the size of the last one, but it just goes to show how lazy I'm being...grr...so yeah, not my best but I...felt the need to post something...hehe.

OH WELL. xD

Disclaimer: I do not own Total Drama Island.


Heather (Thursday, 4am)

"Got any food left?"

Lewshana dug into her right pocket and dug out three eaten candy bar wrappers and stared at me in dismay. "Sorry, girl-ate it all. Tried to make 'em last a little longer or even share with ya guys but-that ain't as easy as it looks."

I banged my head to the wall several times before deciding to put my head to better use; on the door that separated me from crossing the line to freedom and food. Life was way unfair.

Then it hit me.

Was someone on the other side blocking it so we couldn't get out?

"This is just great! We're trapped in here with no food, and hey-who knows how long they're going to keep us in here? We have school tomorrow-do they know that?"

Thinking of the negative possibilities made my stomach feel even worse.

"And besides, what can they ever possibly want from us? We're all innocent! Innocent, and hungry."

"I-I…it's all my….fault." Over by the corner was Lindsey, who sat crying her poor eyes out. She sobbed and sobbed into this random piece of red cloth that she had found on the cold floor, grasping it tightly as if there were no tomorrow. As if it were her everything.

Lewshana, having nothing better to do, went over to comfort her.

"I….I….why….how….how could I be so stupid?" stuttered Lindsey. Her elbows dug into her knees. "If I was never ever here…then maybe…"

My eyes hovered to the ceiling. How did we get into this mess anyway?

"If," corrected Lewshana, "you were never here, I'd be the only one enjoying all this bickerin' by Miss Heather herself. Wouldn't that be a shame?"

I flinched. Lindsey lightened up. Slightly.

Lewshana's attention shifted, and she glanced at her watch, bewildered. "We've been in here for eight hours."

For the first time in my life, I, Heather Johanssen, was genuinely afraid.

Afraid of never getting out.


Sadie (Thursday, 11am)

"I now officially hate you, you self-centered, big-mouthed, oversized creep!"

Honestly, at this point, the whole cafeteria was shuddering with absolute fear. Me? I was almost to tears, and pretty much confused as to why my Ex-BFFFL had blurted out the most disgusting words I had ever heard her say.

"But why Katie? How exactly did I break the most ultimate friendship code anyway?"

Fire seemed to be burning in her eyes, and for a tad second there, I could've sworn they flickered red. "Because," she raised a finger foe every point she made, "you didn't wear that sweater I made you today, your eyeliner is way too thin, and you spoke to Josh, right in front of me!"

"But I did it for you!"

The crowd gasped.

Katie's fierce glare intensed. "Look, Sadie! You just let everyone know I like Josh!"

"As if you didn't make it obvious enough!"

The crowd nearly fainted.

Katie paused, the smirked. "You're so pathetic, Sadie. And by the way, your excuses are beyond lame." She then went in between two punk teenagers and linked arms with them. They were stunned by her actions; surprised Katie had more to her than we all thought. "In honor of my new rep, I will now hang out with these people."

"FINE!"

"Fine."

That traitor and her new 'friends' exited the room. I grabbed my tray and slipped into the seat of another table. The students around it just stared; dumbfounded, amazed, flabbergasted.

"Looks like our sweet ol' Katie went a little sour today," one said.

"Everyone has their turning points," I shot back, the shoved a big spoon of slop into my mouth.


Gwen (Thursday, 11:45am)

I slammed my locker shut and gaped at him. "You what?"

Trent gave me that repetitive pleading look, and sighed. "I agreed to go to Alexis' party this weekend. But she said you could come too, so how exactly is that wrong?"

"She's even more of a mortal enemy to me than Heather. Trent, you should know that. Besides, it isn't even her birthday. That was three months ago!"

Raised eyebrow. "I thought you didn't bother digging dirt on Alexis."

"I think you'd remember if you were the only one who wasn't invited to just about the biggest party of the year."

"But this time she said-"

"That's only because you're here. She's plotting something, I swear."

"You can't be too sure."

"Trent; you're smarter than that," I grabbed my books out of my locker, and grimaced. "She's total plastic, and I don't even know why you're too keen on going to that stupid party anyway."

Trent paused. He didn't have an answer. "Because…because…"

"Listen, neither of us are going, case closed. And by the way," I smiled, then went towards my next class, "your shoes are untied."


Izzy (Thursday, 2:30pm)

"Omigosh! A party?" Trent told me all about it while I merrily sipped blended fish juice at the breakfast area. "We're invited to a party, and Gwen's not letting us go?"

Trent looked both ways nervously, as if he was actually afraid that Gwen would come out of nowhere and pounce on him! "Uh, yeah. Don't tell her I told you alright? I don't wanna-"

"-go through a slow, horrible, painful, epic, death? C'mon! It can't be that bad!"

"Right."

"Okay, whatever. The point is, we HAVE to go, I mean, seriouslyyyy, we've been here for a few days already, and Gwen hasn't taken us anywhere fun! We ARE on vacation, aren't we?"

He shrugged. "I don't know. I mean, we should be pretty content that Gwen invited us in the first place-"

"No offense Trent, you should totally try speaking English! Again with the BLAH BLAH BLAH's!"

"But I-"

"Aww, come on! It's going to be way fun! I hear this Alexis-person has indoor skydiving in her basement!"

"Still-"

"Plus, I hear she's expecting you to play a gig tonight with her brother's band! She told me two minutes ago on the phone! And they have cocktail weenies!"

He was speechless.


Trent (Thursday, 2:35pm)

I hate it when she's right.


DJ (Thursday, 3pm)

"Coast clear?" The guy at the water fountain looked up and gaped at me.

"Uh, why the heck are you hiding in the trash can? I bet there's all sorts of nasty things in there…like banana peels, ewww, and old lipsticks….and poo…"

"Yeah, well, I'm sort of hiding right now."

"Is it-"

"Yeah, pretty much. I'm not going to risk getting squeezed to death any longer."

"Good luck with that."

"Gee, thanks."

The guy left. Tripped first, then left. The bell rang, and the stampede trampled out. I swear, Samantha went around looking for me like crazy and even passed the 'can a couple of times, but I was lucky not to be seen.

"There you are!"

Maybe not.

Samantha squealed, then pulled me out, the dragged me over to the school exit doors. "Let's go shopping! Then out to dinner-your treat of course-then to the movies, then to park; just like normal boyfriends and girlfriends do!"

I choked. "Uh, I just realized that I forgot this important assignment at my locker, and-"

"No problem! I'll go with you!"

"Yeah, I kinda need to go alone…"

She looked like she exploded. "What? Are you hiding something from me? Is there someone else? Omigosh, there is totally someone else! Who is she? I'll rip to her pieces and blow her brains out!"

"Oh, wow."

She gave a sweet smile, then insisted, "Come on then! Forget that, get it tomorrow!"

I did the only thing I could do.

Run.

"DJ!" Samantha called after me, and she trailed behind.

I ran into a random classroom then locked the door tight, and ducked behind it. She headed past it, and was soon, (thank you) out of sight.

Figuring I should keep cover for awhile, and that just for the heck of it it wouldn't hurt, I scanned the room. The school's TV room.

This videotape, sitting on top of one of the screens, caught my eye.

For one thing, it was labeled WATLN – DJ.


Bridgette (Thursday, 3:30pm)

Matt and I walked over to the convenience store after school. Once we got there, we scraped all the change we had leftover to be able to purchase the well-desired chocolate bars.

"I think we have enough, " I informed, pulling out whatever had been in my pocket and extending it towards him. That was three paperclips, three strips of Juicy Fruit, and four quarters. "With our money combined, we can get two Kit-Kats, for sure."

He faked a smile. "I think…we're a few quarters short."

"But one candy bar's only-"

"Plus tax."

"Oh."

Matt placed a hand on my shoulder. "Don't worry 'bout it. I forgot that all the time…but eventually you have to learn from your mistakes, right?" Another smile; genuine.

"Right," I returned his grin, then felt my back pocket. "Wait, I think there's something in here."

I pulled it out. Something crumpled between my fingers.

A picture. Of me, and-

Oh no.

"You alright?" He glanced away from the array of candy and goodness and turned to me with a worried tone.

"Uh, yeah," I replied, pushing the bright pink coin purse back into my pocket.

"Gee, Bridge. You sure have been acting pretty odd lately..."

I felt my cheeks flush bright red. "No one calls me Bridge. No one except for-"

Double oh no.

"I have to go," I began to step away from him, then closer to the building's exit. "Maybe we can buy snacks another time."

"Wait-" By then, I was halfway down the block.


Duncan (Thursday, 3:45pm)

Hehe, practice was great. Bugged Princess again as usual-though honestly, I think it's growing on her. Guess I'll have to tweak a few things.

"That is IT! I refuse to work with him any longer!" she exaggerated, and pointed a straight finger at me.

"Um, Courtney," her friend butted in. "I think there was a reason why they wanted you backstage. Away, from him. You kind of, just randomly came out here on your own."

She blushed, and scurried back behind the curtains, and I didn't get to see her for the rest of the day. Shame, really. Courtney was great to look at.

"You, you, ignorant jerk-ish pig!" She came up to me right after school and told it to my face. Given, she got a few stares, but almost everyone pretty much used to it. Then for some reason, she paused. "Listen, I think we need time off eachother. I am not going to get kicked off the drama club. I need that extra credit."

"Fine by me," I answered, then walked away. "See you around, princess."

"I think you missed the entire point."

I chucked a bit, then headed off; on my way back home I was stopped dead at my tracks.

"You kid!" An officer decked out in navy blue sped toward me. "Are you Duncan Mackenzie?"

A smirk. "Who wants to know?"

"Stop being a wise guy and answer me," he grabbed my collar and growled. "Are you Duncan Mackenzie?"

I struggled, though tried to keep my cool. "And if I am?"

"If you are, then you're coming with me."

"Where to? That doughnut store half 'cross the block?"

It was his turn to smirk. "Jail."


See? VERY short. Hopefully the next one will be twice as long. Sorry about that. Reviews are loved.