I DO NOT OWN TOTAL DRAMA OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS!
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9. Fear
Looking at him from the outside, everyone believed Duncan had no fear. He was a rebel, a delinquent and-to some people- a hero. He did things most people wished they had the nerve to do. When he was six, he jumped off the high dive at the public pool when most kids his age were too scared to even go in the deep end. At eight he faced down Bruiser, the biggest, meanest Doberman on his block. At ten he beat the class bully without a thought.
When he was twelve he got his first tattoo; a crude skull made with a pin and pen ink. At thirteen he smoked his first cigarette. At fourteen he tagged the lockers of his middle school with obscene and graphic phrases, but this was only after he'd drank his first six pack. At fifteen he was arrested for possession of marijuana. Sixteen he cut his hair and colored it green, stylizing it into a ridiculous mowhaw. At seventeen he went streaking on New Year's.
Though no one admitted it, everyone envied him. The girls all wanted to call the bad boy their own; the guys all wanted to be that bad boy. No one would ever voice their fantasies to anyone else. Instead they would ostracize him, make him feel unwanted; unaccepted in the society that had formed amongst the group of teens that populated the small town high school.
If they truly knew him as a person, they would find their assumptions were correct. The world was his playground and he was the kid climbing on top of the monkey bars. Fear was not in his vocabulary.
Yes, Duncan was a God, worshiped whole heartedly in secret by all around him.
Yes, Duncan feared nothing.
Except one thing…
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