I was reading through some of the older chapters and noticed some grammatical errors. I think I changed most of the major ones.

If you didn't notice, I have decided to actually title the chapters. Let's see how long I can keep that up before I get bored, lazy or uncreative.

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Total Drama Island © Fresh TV Inc. & Teletoon

Total Drama Redemption

Day Twelve (12)

Damn Harold and his mad skills.

Not only did he make his team win twice in a row, but he also helped the Killer Bass achieve a win which ultimately resulted in Owen get eliminated.

To make matters worse, unlike yesterday, I was not the first one to wake up. In fact, I was the last.

I headed over to the washrooms to brush my teeth and take a shower. I still reeked of vomit from last night's talent show. I shuddered just thinking about it.

I went over to the Mess Hall, where there was some murmuring going on. Everyone was staring at something. I turned to see what it was.

In the middle of the Cafeteria, some words had been written. The substance used for the writing was ketchup. It read:

'GWEN'S DIARY OF SECRETS HAS BEEN OPENED'

There was also a red arrow pointing to a dark green book, which I assumed was the diary. On top of the book was a page that had been ripped out, and I was 99.99999 percent sure that it was from the diary.

I did not know what to make of this, and neither did anyone else in the Mess Hall. Oh man! I had forgotten all about the fact that Heather had stolen the diary yesterday.

You thought you could just stop Heather from participating in the challenge and that would be enough to stop her from divulging Gwen's secrets?

Yes brain. Yes I did.

The murmurs and whispers continued.

And then Gwen showed up.

She immediately froze when she saw her name on the Cafeteria floor. She was even more tensed when she saw her diary also lying there. She was about to go grab it when a voice sounded.

"My my my, what do we have here?" Someone said. It was Chris. Just when I thought things couldn't get any worse.

He went over to the diary and began to read the torn page. Sure, don't bother returning a private diary to the owner and instead read it right in front of them. Simply wonderful.

"Dear diary, today some loser played his guitar thinking it woo me. It was charming really. His music sucked. I would have told it right to his face, but I wouldn't want to hurt his feelings. I hope he stops bothering me and minds his own business. There's no way I'd fall for some lame loser like him. How did his crappy guitar song get a seven from Chef? It was complete and total garbage. Barf."

Chris paused.

"Wow Gwen. That's pretty harsh." He said. No frickin way.

I began searching for a certain someone.

I looked around and saw that all eighteen teenagers had shown up. I haven't a clue when they all arrived but they obviously had. The person that I was searching for was among them. It was Trent. And he had heard the whole damn thing. In his face was a mixture of depression and anger. He turned to the exit and was about to leave the Mess Hall when Gwen ran over to him and blocked his path.

"Trent, I didn't actually write that."

"Really?" Chris asked. He examined another page from the diary. "The handwriting looks spot-on."

"It wasn't me. I'll prove it. What I actually wrote is still in the diary!" Gwen exclaimed.

She grabbed the book from Chris's hands and flipped through it. She came to the latest page. But there was a problem. There was no page. It was torn out. And the page that was already torn out fit perfectly into this section.

"Coincidence? I think not!" Chris said. Gwen would never write such a thing. Would she?

"Trent, I didn't do it! I swear!"

"It's alright Gwen. You don't have to act all innocent. I know how you really feel." Trent said. He then stormed off.

I never recalled seeing him so angry.

Gwen then turned to the rest of us, who were watching the scene without saying a word.

"You did this, didn't you?" She asked, turning to Harold. "I bet you snuck into our cabin and stole it. You wanted to cause some tension among us, am I right? You wanted to turn us against each other. Tell me!" She was irate.

"What?" Harold was confused, and very intimidated. "I didn't do it, I swear. I don't even know where your cabin is. I would never do something so heinous."

The Goth girl then turned to me. Oh crap.

"Did you do this?"

"Oh sure. Just because the text is written like Harry Potter, assume that a bookworm did it." I said what I thought. Spoke my mind.

She grabbed my collar. "Answer the damn question." She didn't have time for my wisecracks.

"No, I didn't do it, okay? I have nothing against you, and I'm friends with Trent. I'm innocent, I tell ya."

She studied my facial expressions. She wanted to see if I was lying, which I obviously wasn't.

She let go of me. Phew. She then looked at Cody. Uh oh. Not good.

"You did it. I'm sure of it!" She said, pointing her finger at the tech-geek.

"What?" Cody was even more confused than Harold. He was still trying to comprehend the events thus far.

"I can just see it happening. You noticed that I didn't pay attention to you, so you snuck into my cabin, grabbed my diary, mimicked my handwriting and made me look like a bad person."

"But I didn't…"

"You think I'd buy that after you kept bugging me so much about my diary yesterday? Don't lie Cody. I know you're guilty."

"Gwen, you have to believe me."

"I'm sorry Cody, but I don't."

She paused for a while and then continued. "I knew you were a pervert and a wannabe, but I never thought you would sink this low."

She left the room. Among the group, someone was grinning a wicked grin at all the drama that was unfolding between her eyes. Her sparkling, evil eyes.

"Wow Cody, I never expected this from you. You really shouldn't meddle in other people's private business." It was Heather. She bumped the geek on her way out.

Cody just slumped. He wanted to say something, but he couldn't. He also left. I wanted to talk to him, but he wasn't in the mood. What could I say to cheer him up?

The teenagers that were remaining ate breakfast in silence. They were all in thought. They were most likely trying to figure out whodunnit.

"Whodunnit?" Izzy asked me. I had only now noticed that she was sitting next to me.

"I have no idea." I said.

But I did have an idea. A very clear idea. It was Heather. Who else? She stole Gwen's diary while the loner was out swimming. And because she was denied from participating in the talent show, she switched the writing and made it look as if Cody as the culprit.

Usually in mysteries such as this, the difficulty lies in finding out who was responsible for the crime. But in this case, I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that Heather was responsible. The problem lied in convincing the rest of my team.

"Do you think Chris did it? You know, to boost up the ratings or some stuff like that?" Izzy asked me.

"I wouldn't be surprised." Chris would do practically anything for ratings. Anything.

"All of this thinking is making my head hurt. I'm going to bed. I woke up too early today."

I hadn't finished my plate. I didn't feel like finishing it either. I slid my tray to where Owen was sitting. A nonexistent Owen.

Since my human trash compactor for all of Chef's food was now gone, I got up and threw away all of Chef's food into the trash can. (But only after making sure that Chef didn't notice, of course).

I was about to head out when Chris stepped back into the room.

"Hello again campers. Today would have been the day of your next challenge, but seeing as there is already enough drama going on. Which I am loving by the way, I have postponed your next challenge to tomorrow. Ciao." Aw, how generous.

"I swear he did it." Izzy said.

There was some finger pointing going on throughout the Mess Hall. Blatant accusations were being thrown left and right. But the fact of the matter was that none of the people in the room knew who the thief was.

Except for one: me.

I left the Cafeteria like I had intended to do before Chris made the announcement. (I was now hearing it again except on the megaphone).

I went to the Gopher cabin. Trent was inside.

He was lying flat on his bed, staring up at the ceiling.

"I thought we both had something."

I didn't know if he was talking to himself or to me.

"But if this is how she really feels, then so be it!"

He slammed his fist down on the bed.

"Careful. That bed's already creaky. It won't last long. I think it was made in China."

Trent jumped down from his bunk. It was then that I realized that he was actually resting on Justin's bunk up till now.

"Noah, what would you do if you were in my situation?"

The question came as quite a surprise to me. It was then that I started wondering. What would I do? Obviously with my future knowledge I knew that Heather was guilty. But putting that aside, I would definitely be heartbroken like Trent was right now.

"I wouldn't jump to quick conclusions. Just play the waiting game."

"I guess."

I left the cabin because Trent wasn't the person I was looking for.

I saw Cody sitting by the dock.

He didn't notice me approaching. I tapped him on the back.

"Cody."

He turned around. The first things that I noticed were his eyes. They were bloodshot. And watery. He had been crying.

He managed to utter a weak "hi."

"Were you crying?"

He wiped the tears from his eyes and sniffled his nose.

"Have you ever been in that position when you were wrongly accused of a crime and everyone else thought you were guilty?"

Why was everyone trying to put me in their shoes?

"Yeah, actually."

"Really? When?"

"One time when I was young, our whole stash of cookies went missing. Everyone blamed it on me. I don't even like sweets that much and even if I was the youngest, I still wouldn't eat the whole jar."

"And then what happened?"

"We brought a new cookie jar and my mom never let me eat cookies again. You know, I never did figure out who actually ate the cookies. It's one of the mysteries of life, I guess."

"Do you think I'm guilty?" He asked me with his tear-filled eyes.

It was quite sad. If only Heather could see how much she had hurt my friend.

"Cody. I've known you ever since day one and I can say with absolute certainty that a guy like you would never do something as mean as that."

"If only everyone else thought the same way about me."

"They aren't super close friends with you. Still, they shouldn't be quick to judge."

We were silent for a while. The gentle sound of the waves lapping against the rocks had a soothing effect.

I broke the melodious harmony with my voice.

"Whoever the hell is responsible for doing this Cody, they will pay. Dearly."

"I don't want to drag you into this mess."

But I had been dragged in. I was in the same room as Cody and Trent. I would have somehow gotten involved anyway.

"I can't just let it slide. Otherwise everyone will think that you did it."

"And that's bad."

He spoke again.

"It's just really tough for me. Even if she didn't want to be my girlfriend, I at least thought we could be friends."

We sat in silence for a little longer.

"C'mon. Let's get out of here." I told him.

He agreed. We both got up and headed towards the cabins.

"Oh snap, we forgot lunch!" Cody said.

"Good thing too." I said.

We chuckled a little and headed opened the cabin door. And who else would be inside but Trent?

"Hi dude." Cody said.

"Have you been… crying?" Trent asked him.

"No. He just got some sand in his eye, that's all." I said quickly.

"Still hurts." Hopefully Cody was talking about his eye and not his heart.

"Hope it gets better." Trent said.

"Me too." I said.

Trent dozed off pretty quickly. It was only evening. I guess he wasn't hungry for dinner. Then again, who was?

Owen.

Thanks for bringing that up brain. I was just trying to forget about him.

Cody was about to head off to sleep as well, but I stopped him.

"Aren't you forgetting something?"

"I'm not in the mood for dinner."

"Not that. Chess."

"Oh, right. Totally slipped my mind." He went over to get the board as we set up the pieces for the twelfth time in twelve days.

Before we could even say anything, Cody lost.

"Two-move mate? Fool's mate? Cody! I thought you said you were chess captain at your school?"

"I am. Guess I was caught off guard." He was still thinking about the diary.

"At least it wasn't Tom Riddle's diary." I said, trying to jar him out of his sadness. The dude was feeling pretty guilty for something that he had no role in whatsoever.

"Huh? Oh, yeah."

He hadn't paid attention to a word that I had said.

"So, rematch?"

"No rematches. Only one game per night, no matter how short it may be."

"So you lead for the first time then." He said.

He was right. I now led 3-2. Up till now, I had been playing catch up. All of this didn't matter in the grand scheme of things, but what the heck?

"Well in that case, good night." Cody said. He was trying to appear cheerful, but I knew what was really going on in that mind of his.

He went off to sleep. I was about to doze off as well when I remembered that I had forgotten something.

I exited the cabin. Noah. I hope you are aware that the mission that you are about to embark on may have serious consequences if you are caught. You might die. Or even worse, get exposed to peanuts!

"I know." I muttered to myself before setting off on my adventure.

I went to the Killer Bass cabin and knocked on the door.

Chris said we weren't allowed inside the cabins. He never said we couldn't talk to the people inside from outside.

The door opened. Luckily, the person that opened it was just the person I wanted to talk to.

"You said you brought a red ant farm with you. Am I right?"

"Yes." It was Harold. He never actually told me he brought an ant farm with him. I only learned of it after I had watched the episode on TV.

I asked to borrow it and he agreed.

"Perfect."

Harold was confused as to why I needed his ant collection, but he didn't argue. I knew exactly why I needed it.

"Okay Noah. Part one of your master plan went just as… planned, I guess. But now comes the hard part." Why was I talking to myself?

I gently opened the door to the Gopher girl's cabin. Sleeping on the bottom bunk on the right side was my target: Heather.

"Don't worry little elf. Izzy will save you from Santa's wrath."

Aw. The redhead was so cute when she was sleeping.

Noah, concentrate.

Right, sorry. I got distracted.

I opened up the box with red ants in it. I then dumped them all on Heather. I was about to set the box down but then I realized that Harold might get blamed for the whole incident. I carried the box back to his cabin and then hightailed it out of dodge.

I arrived at my cabin, quickly slammed the door shut and crawled into bed. Luckily, no one woke up from my loud slam of the door.

I was snuggled in when I heard the screaming.

Heather's screams.

They sounded so sweet. Unfortunately, no one else was awake to hear them. As far as I know, anyway.

"Sweet dreams." I said, snuggling in.

I hope you wanted a war Heather, because you sure as hell got one.

See? I told you guys this one was important.

Don't make Noah angry. You won't like him when he's angry.

Could I have clubbed this chapter with the next challenge? Sure. But don't blame me. Blame Chris. He's the one who postponed the challenge to tomorrow.