Okay. Does Kiwi punch pack more than Hawaiian punch? Probably not, but it might pack more kiwifruit! (Just kidding, we have some gorgeous pineapple soda in one of the hippest food courts of Auckland – introducing Ponsonby Central, another nonexistent place in 2010).

Here's a hint you can all see coming: Regardless of whether he wins or loses, post-finale will not be fun for Alejandro.

Also, all the islands I mention besides Rangitoto are accessible by ferry in Auckland. Fun fact: My primary school used to name every grade after a close by island, and every single one I mention (including Rangitoto) had a grade named after them (this was back in 2005 and they no longer do this). As a matter of fact, we used to do a show every two years. In my last year, we did a show called "The Greatest Little Kiwiana Show Ever", where each year group gave a performance about something that was Kiwi – Maori culture, creative Kiwis, Kiwi sportspeople, our pastoral industry, what it means to be a Kiwi (bird and person) and Kiwi inventions. The grade named Rangitoto (seven-year-olds, so Year 3 in NZ) did New Zealand farming, including a dance to an extended version of "Slice Of Heaven' and a song about gumboots. But in between, they sang a song that the contestants sing at the start, Michael Jackson's "Heal The World", because they'd been doing some work on impoverished countries. Don't own, but thought it was a good coincidence (don't ask me how it relates to farming). If you're interested, my year group did inventions – each class devised skits on things like spreadable butter and disposable syringes.

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Chris didn't arrive on Rangitoto Island for two days. We spent our last day lazing around on the beach, some of us hiking up the volcano, and others swimming. I still spent most of my time chatting to the other contestants.

In the evening, we built a campfire and Trent played his guitar while we all had a hokey campfire singalong, like our team had done in the Amazon. We all picked different songs, but if Trent knew them, he played while we sang along. This time, I chose "Billie Jean" by the King of Pop, just because I figured everyone would know it. We actually ended the song session with one of his later songs, one we'd all heard around different festivals about acceptance and helping impoverished countries and everything.

I still felt kind of touched as I watched the flickering faces around the campfire, and everyone sang to Trent's strings "Let our spirits never die, in my heart, I feel you are all my brothers..."

It was weird, too. I'd only known most of these people for two months at most, but I felt like I really got to know them. Like the world tour had created a bond that I couldn't explain. I certainly didn't love everyone around that campfire. Not when Eva's scowling face made me afraid to approach her, when I could see Duncan happy with Gwen cuddled beside him and looking just the tiniest bit more smug when Courtney glared at them, when I thought of what Alejandro had been up to all season. But like it or not, I had a bond with everyone. Maybe less so with the old contestants who weren't on the season, but a bond nonetheless. Being on Total Drama did that, I guess No matter what happened at the finale, I was going to try and keep in touch with the ones I was closest with. We'd been through a lot together, and nothing could change that fact.

When Chris finally did show up, he insisted on organizing us into our rooting-for-contestants groups again. "The final three are taking an obstacle course from the airfield north of Auckland. They have to try and get from Dairy Flat to Rangitoto with nothing but a GPS each and their wits."

I sighed inwardly. Lindsay could do well in challenges, but I doubted she could find a way through Auckland quicker than the guys could.

As it was, the final three didn't have to take the ferry across. At the Viaduct dock, there were speedboats waiting for each contestant, and the Rangitoto ferry had been cancelled for the day in order to give them all time to get here safely (don't panic, they still had the ferries for other islands I'd heard of, like Waiheke – the place for beach holidays – and Tiritiri Matangi – the nature reserve – not to mention Kawau, the wallaby reserve).

"So how far do they have to come to get here, Chris?" I asked out loud.

This time, since the cameras weren't on us, Chris actually deigned to answer. "They start at Dairy Flat. Then it's about twenty minutes to Albany, another fifteen to Takapuna and then about another ten...so that's about three quarters of an hour to reach the docks for all the time they're actually traveling."

"And the ferry took about half an hour." Beth whispered to me. "So by speedboat that's almost a whole hour."

I later learned what everyone did to get there, but that's besides the case. We were sitting there, waiting and chatting when a speedboat finally came into view. As I saw the person on it, my heart didn't exactly leap for joy, but it didn't sink, either. There was still a chance.

We were all quiet, except for the team rooting for the guy. He stepped off his boat, a grin I'd never expected to see on his face.

"Noah makes it here first!" Chris announced to the camera. "Only one question remains: Who will Noah battle?"

I had my doubts about this. Noah wasn't very physically strong. Could his brains and shrewdness get him through the finale? I didn't know, but as I'd never seen him look this excited, I could tell he was genuinely pleased to have gotten this far.

The other two speedboats were lagging behind. It looked as if they were out of power or something. However, one lagged behind more than the other. I couldn't see the drivers from where I was sitting, but I worried.

Finally, although the speedboats didn't reach the dry shore, only the shallows, one person got off each. Both of them probably ruined their boots in seawater. And one of them got onto shore first.

And this time, my heart didn't just sink. It dropped right past my lungs and bare legs (remember I was back in my short overalls) into my sandalled feet. Because the second finalist had dark hair, green eyes, caramel skin, and a bull necklace.

It may have been unprofessional, but I stood up and ran to the shore, where my friend was struggling to climb. "Lindsay, you're here! Come on up." I smiled sympathetically at her, as she looked up at the finalists.

Then she smiled bravely. "It's okay. I never really expected to win. We can still have fun after the show, right?"

I smiled back at her. "Right!"

Chris had to stop us there, as he insisted that all of us on Team Lindsay had to pick our side now that she was out of the game.

Lindsay wavered, but as no one else went to Team Alejandro, she joined most of us on Team Noah. No matter what happened, apart from the four girls, everyone wanted Noah to win.

The finale was done straight after the cameraman cut at the end of seeing Lindsay being kicked out of the game, and the two finalists ready to face off. The camera was back on, and Chris began to tell them their challenge.

There was a lot of driftwood that had washed up on the island over time. And since New Zealand grew bananas, they were in there, too. Chris said that each of the two guys would pick two helpers, who would bring them driftwood and bananas to create sacrifices to throw into the volcano at the end. "And to make things nice and symbolic, you have to make dummies of each other."

Alejandro easily chose Courtney and Heather to help him. Courtney seemed keen, while Heather blushed, but then shrugged and said "Whatever. Fine." like she didn't really want to.

Noah had more choices to go for. He surveyed all of us carefully, and then said "Eva and Izzy."

A slightly menacing grin appeared on Eva's face, and Izzy bounded towards him like a kangaroo on steroids.

Get this – during the challenge, the guys had to sing the song when they gave orders for what driftwood and bananas to bring. The girls sang too – well, not Eva, but I had a suspicion that was because she couldn't sing. Izzy could sing in tune, but that was the most positive thing I could say about her voice. Heather was able to throw her voice out like a professional singer, sort of like she was Avril Lavigne. She had a less raw style, but she sang really well. Courtney, of course, seemed to really be enjoying the chance to sing.

The men themselves used insulting ways to describe each other, Alejandro often commenting on Noah's weak, scrawny frame, and Noah constantly making sarcastic lines about how "perfect" Alejandro's looks were – that is, far too good to be true. The girls interjected, asking was this or that good enough, or how was something else. At one point, Courtney claimed the skinny planks to imitate Noah's arms were "Worth one fifth of the mil!" and Alejandro promised to pay her back as Heather ran to get two bananas to imitate Noah's (also scrawny) head shape.

Alejandro finished first, of course. Eva went to and from the driftwood in a flash, but Izzy was less efficient than Alejandro's two helpers, and by the time Izzy was placing the last banana (Alejandro's face shape needed a couple of extra since it was rounder than Noah's), Alejandro sang the last line of the song: "Cause I just did it."

Since neither guy had won an advantage from the surfing challenge but Alejandro had finished first, he got a headstart on the climb up Mt Rangitoto, but nothing to help him carry it (yes, what the stroller had been for – I later found out if anyone got the lei around their animal's neck, the contestant they backed would have received a wheelbarrow).

The second Noah was allowed to follow, a few of those little tour bus trams arrived to take the rest of us up the volcano to wait.

This was where we saw the artificial lava in action. It looked pretty real – a sort of fiery orange-red, with curls of steam rising, and bubbling. And not bubbling with giggles like me.

We could all feel the heat from the crater, even though we were standing well away. Chris had even bought a fan and blocks of ice, but only he and Chef got the full effect, while the rest of us had to stand around and sweat. I felt really sorry for everyone who had long clothes, like Beth in her pink and green ensemble, and Gwen in her long boots and stockings. I was feeling quite sweaty enough, and I was actually wearing summer clothes.

There was mostly a silence as we waited. The cameras were on us, and despite all the dumb stuff we'd already done on camera, this was the end of the season. No one wanted to be caught doing something embarrassing.

The first person to arrive at the top was...well, I expected it. Alejandro. What was surprising was that Noah wasn't actually that far behind. When he appeared behind his teammate, Alejandro turned and said in an oddly satisfied voice "Well, my friend, this is it. End of the line. You got through this whole season, but you had to lose in the end."

Noah's voice had lost its lack of emotion as he replied. "I knew you wanted to eliminate me the minute you heard what I'd said in London. But I still stand by it. You are a slimy eel."

I held back the urge to cheer. He was so right.

"Anyway," Noah finished, "We both know the outcome. Just finish it already. I don't especially want the million dollars the way you do. I'd rather lose by my own choices than do my best to beat you and lose."

Alejandro looked wrong-footed, but he shrugged it off. "Well, if that's the way you want it..." and with that, he hurled the Noah-shaped sacrifice into the chemically-charged crater.

And it was over. Alejandro had won. Well, sort of. Noah had taken the edge off his win, though, by just accepting it. We could all tell that he wouldn't have won, but Alejandro would have preferred he put up more of a fight, just for the satisfaction.

We all piled onto a private ferry to go home, but as I did, I pulled Bridgette and Leshawna into a corner. "We have a score to settle." I said firmly. "The season's officially over, and that suitcase of a million dollars no longer belongs to the show – it's Alejandro's. But I think he owes us, don't you?"

"For the sabotage he did to me and DJ?" Leshawna said. She nodded, looking excited. "Definitely."

Bridgette looked doubtful. "I don't know if I want to face him again." she admitted. "I'm not really the confrontational kind of person."

"You got burned worse than any of us." I said firmly. "You deserve to give him a little bit of what he gave you. Come on!"

"We'll be with you, girl." Leshawna told her. "We ought to get Lindsay with us, too. He tried to kill Team Victory, and we're gonna prove he couldn't do it!"

So all four of us cornered Alejandro about twenty minutes from Auckland Harbour.

I began. "I think you have something that belongs to us." I said in my clearest voice. "You got to the finale for a reason, and it wasn't a good one."

Alejandro had started off looking surprised, but now, he recovered quickly. "It was nothing personal." he said smoothly. "It was all in the name of winning. Surely you four can understand that?"

"A game means playing fair." Leshawna said firmly. "The way you broke the board on that course was not playing fair."

"And nor was trapping Jemma in a hole!" Lindsay added.

"And leaving me at that meeting point wasn't, either!" Bridgette said, her voice getting stronger with every word. "Not after you almost screwed up my relationship with my boyfriend completely."
"And that's another thing!" I added ."Do you even realize exactly how many people on this ferry you owe apologies to? You know what I think would be a nice apology? One thousand dollars to every single competitor that you sabotaged, manipulated or hurt."

Alejandro dropped his flowery term of phrase and glowered at us. "You four are just making a big deal out of losing to a smart player." he said straight out. "And all of you are crazy if you think I'll give up any of the money I earned."

"We know we're not the only ones who think this, and I'm sure you know it too." I told him. "If all of us in the cast jump in and take the case off you, you know you won't be able to stop us. There's twenty-four of us and only one of you, and no matter how good you are, you're not immortal. Either you give money to us, Noah, Harold, DJ, Tyler, and Owen, who all lost because of you, or we take all of it. Fine, we'll go down to $100 each, but that's our offer. Don't say you need any more than that – that's still a good nine hundred and ninety-nine thousand one hundred dollars you have! Also, don't forget you said you'd pay Courtney back during that musical number back there."

There was a pause. Alejandro waited. We waited too.

It took a moment. Then, the guy gave a sigh. "Fine. $100 each. That's all. Don't expect anything more."

"We don't. We know you well enough." I shrugged. "But we can't stop any of the others from coming over here."

We gave Lindsay's share to Geoff, since he was hurt far more than Lindsay was. She wasn't really hurt at all. I deliberated on demanding money for Courtney, too, but she didn't seem to have been burned by Alejandro's manipulation enough to warrant it. As it was, the four of us left him alone, but it didn't stop just about everyone else giving him flak. After seeing him dominating the competition all season, it was cathartic to have all the eliminated contestants giving him hell for it. He didn't seem to have an attack of conscience, exactly, but he looked so defeated when we reached the Viaduct dock that I almost felt sorry for him. Then I saw the million-dollar briefcase still in hand and the feeling vanished.

As for what I'd heard about Alejandro and Heather? Well, they actually had seats next to each other on our paid flight back to Canada on a real plane (I was on an aisle seat with Katie and Sadie beside me (not sure if they had seats together originally, but maybe they managed to swap with one of the other competitors). I don't know what they said to each other, but when we reached the airport, Alejandro had an affectionate arm around Heather, and she was blushing again, although she tried not to look too eager to return the affection.

When I got close enough to Heather on her own, I whispered "How much did he pay you?"

She glared at me. "I've had enough of Sierra asking me questions on the plane about what we were talking about. If you really must know, yes, he's giving me some of the money, but that's nothing to do with anything between us. We just happen to click with the game over."

Well, Noah had been right when he'd told Owen that Alejandro was into Heather. Maybe. He certainly looked at her with a more raw kind of affection, something I only noticed now I was seeing it. No more flowery mannerisms, no more masking. He seemed more real.

And then, all too soon, it was over. I'd exchanged addresses with some of my friends and got last names so I could find them all on Facebook, but that was it. Total Drama World Tour was over.

But we've still got an epilogue! You didn't think I could leave without the sleepover Lindsay, Beth and Jemma had been talking about, did you?

As a note, did anyone notice I was referencing Team E-Scope? That's how I chose Noah's helpers. Jemma doesn't know about them, but we do!