Let's back up shall we? Khione was sitting in the stadium, taking occasional glances at Raine and the tortured Nate.

She groaned and leaned her head back. "This doesn't make sense," she whispered to herself. "She helped me. She got me this job. Right?"

*Last November*

"Yes, sir. I understand," said the jittery assistant. His boss, Mr. Henderson, the big producer, watched him.

"You better! Or so help me. YOU WILL BE FIRED! Got it!"

"Y-y-yes sir." The poor guy was at the brink of crying by now.

"NOW GET ME A HOST NOW!"

"I-I-I'm on it sir."

"Good. Now write this down." The assistant took out a notebook and pen. His boss smirked at the power. He leaned back in his chair. The assistant secretly hoped that that chair would break from all of the d-bags weight. "Old, run down TV hosts aren't doing it now-"

"Hey!" shouted the voice of Chris from outside the office.

"Move it McLean."

"Yes sir."

"Now," Mr. Henderson began. "As I was saying. We need a girl, not too old to be a Blaineley, not too young to be a contestant. She should be feisty, creative, sadistic, funny," he said, leaving space to think in every word. "We need a girl who, in quote, 'doesn't give a damn about her bad reputation'. She should be young and energetic to appeal to our teen girl demographic and hot to appeal to our teen boy demographic. But she shouldn't be too sexy, so we don't get sued by parents. "

The jittery assistant stopped. "Is that all sir?"

"No." Mr. Henderson smiled, and then it turned to a vicious, malicious look. "Go get your butt out of my office and GET THAT GIRL!" he yelled.

"YES SIR!" the assistant fumbled out of the chair and headed towards the door.

"Oh and Noah?" Mr. Henderson sweetly asked.

Noah faked a smile and turned to face his boss. "Yes, sir?"

"Pick up a book for me, it's called Tielight?"

"Twilight sir?" Noah asked, repulsed by the name.

"Ah yes! That's the one! I know hiring you wasn't a mistake. Now go to that bookstore around the corner." He waited for Noah to leave. "Now!"

Noah took off, and ran to the bookstore. Once he got there he was surprised at how big it was. "How did I miss this place?" he asked himself. He walked around and found a whole book case dedicated to Twilight and Twilight products. "That's why," he said to himself. He picked up a book.

"You don't want that," a girl told him. "It sucks." She smirked. "Get the pun?" she asked sarcastically.

He turned around to her. "It's not for me. It's for my boss."

"So your boss is a teenage girl, who'll fall for anything that has abs?" Noah snickered. "Or talks like this," she said in a monotonous tone.

Noah laughed. "Do you work here?"

The girl lifted up her shirt. "I think the work shirt says for itself." She studied him. "Do I know you from somewhere?"

Noah studied her face. He didn't recognize it, but it was pretty. He looked over her, soft skin, light eyes, black hair, and a slender body.

"Now I know!" she said excitedly. "You're from that show Total Drama Island and World Tour. Wow I love that show. I know you must have been tortured on that show, but it was pretty funny." Noah smiled; she could be what Mr. Henderson was asking for. He started making a checklist in his head. He checked off "funny and sadistic", and "hot, but not too sexy". Noah examined her one more time, she seemed young. Noah checked off "young and energetic".

"Excuse me? Miss?" a boy asked. He smiled sinisterly. He walked up to her, holding up a bloody finger."I got a papercut. Can you get me a band aid?"

"Aw you got a papercut?" She bent over to face him. "You got yourself a booboo?"

The boy nodded.

"Piss off!" she yelled.

The boy frowned and ran away. "I'm telling your boss."

"Fine, go tell my boss! I don't care!" she turned to Noah. "Why don't we go pay for that book?"

She walked him over to a counter. "That was a little harsh wasn't it?"

"Nah. That kid just loves to bug me."

"Huh." Noah checked off "feisty" and "doesn't give a damn".

He looked around the table and found a notebook. He reached for it, but the girl pulled it away. "Um, sorry that's mine. I write a little bit." Noah checked off the last one, "creative". The girl scanned his book. Noah gave her some money, and she put in the cash register. "Well it was nice meeting you Noah."

"How do you know my name?"

"I watch Total Drama remember?"

"Oh yeah. If you know mine, shouldn't I know yours?"

"Kailey, but everyone calls me Khione."

"Khione." he thought the name over again."This job must really suck."

She sighed. "It does."

He took out a card and handed it to her. "Here's my card. If you're looking for a new job, my boss is looking for a new host for the next season of Total Drama."

"Seriously?" she asked excitedly."

Noah nodded his head. He took the book. "I have to go, but call the number on that card if you're interested."

As Noah left, Khione stared at the card as if it was her future. A TV host. Who knew?

"Khione!" her manager yelled. Khione didn't take her eyes off the card. "I heard you yelled at a kid!"

"Yeah. So?"

"So? Apologize to that kid now!"

"No."

"Khione!"

Khione turned to him. "You know what? I have some choice words for you. Fu-"

*Later that day*

"Fired?"

"Yep," Khione sank into the beanbag chair, and focused her eyes on the television in front of her. Her sister- and roommate- got frustrated.

"Are you listening to me!" she called out.

"What?"

"You see!" she yelled. "You always zone out like that!"

"I do?" she asked innocently. Her sister groaned. Khione smiled, but really she was sad that she disappointed her older sister. Secretly, Khione always wanted to please her. Khione loved her sister, her sister, the one that was always working just so they could pay the bills, the one who got frustrated, but didn't mind if Khione jumped around with jobs, as long as she was happy. Her sister seemed to be the only one left in her life. She seemed to be the only one who saw the real Khione.

"Khione." She knelt down to face her. "We need money. If we don't get three hundred bucks by the end of the month, we're going to be evicted."

"Then screw it!" she yelled. The dirty, Los Angeles apartment wasn't worth the money.

Her sister sighed. "We can't just leave and expect everything to be fine. Places are hard to fine, especially in L.A!" She fell to the ground and dropped her head onto her hands.

Khione got off her butt to soothe her sister. "It's okay Karen. We'll get through this." She ran her fingers through her sister's inky black hair until she reached the top of her pink tank top.

"Khione," she sobbed. "I miss mom and dad."

Khione's face turned to a blistering red at the mentioning of her parents. "We don't need them! Karen, we have to show them that we can be just fine without them!"

"Khione look at us!" she exclaimed. "We're living in a one room apartment and we STILL can't pay the rent!"

"But it's an apartment in L.A!" Khione stood up for effect. "The place where your dreams of being a singer and mine on being on TV will come true!"

Karen still wasn't convinced. "It doesn't seem like we'll reach our dreams anytime soon."

"Oh yeah?" Khione threw Noah's card in front of Karen. "Noah, from Total Drama, offered me a job!"

Karen picked up the card, still sitting on the carpeted floor. "Great! While you're cleaning out his house, take some of his stuff and sell it online!"

"No!" she yelled, slightly offended. "He offered me an audition to be a host on their new show!"

"What?" she asked excitedly.

"You heard me!"

Karen jumped up. "You might possibly get to be on TV!" she yelled as the two jumped in joy together. She suddenly stopped. "But seriously, sell his stuff."

*The next week*

A bead of sweat formed on Khione's forehead.

Her interviewer just stared at her, trying to break her. He drummed his fingers onto the desk, with a sly smile. "So, Kailey-"

"Khione."

"Khione. Are you nervous, Khione?"

"Not at all," she said confidently.

"Hmm..." He took a look at her application. "Let's get this audition started."

"So, why did you decide to audition for this job?"

"Well, my dream is to be a television star. My sister and I moved here to accomplish our dreams, but so far we've only inched up baby steps. Before I got fired from my job at the bookstore, I met Noah, who offered me to audition for this. I thought 'Hey, I might never get another chance like this' and decided to go for it."

"I see. Why did you get fired?"

"I yelled at a kid that was bothering me."

"Ah. Alright, so what are some general interests of yours?"

"Well, I'm really into Greek mythology, which is why I make everyone call me Khione. She's the Greek goddess of snow, and a very minor god at that. I'm into the minor gods because it feels like the Olympians get all the recognition around. I write a little too, but mostly for fun. And I also read a lot. Y'know, not many people know this about me, but I'm really into those anime shows. And even less people know that I'm into brighter animes more than I am into darker, deathy-er animes. The brighter animes always seem to have more hot guys than the darker ones do. And in the darker ones, half the hot guys die, right? So I-"

"Moving on!" The interviewer coughed, "Anyway, what is your goal in life?"

"My goal in life? Huh, I guess it's to become a star on television, like I said earlier. I really want this job, really. My sister and I are going to be evicted from our apartment and we'll have to move back with our parents if we don't get $300 by the end of this month. If we move back home… they'll never let us come back to L.A., even if it's our own decision as adults. They'll believe they can't trust us to make it out here in the city." Khione told with a lukewarm smile.

"Really… Describe yourself to me in a few words, Khione."

"Fun to be around, slightly sadistic, and 100% random. I have a question, though. Do you like pie?"

The interviewer blinked at her as she burst out laughing, almost causing the chair to crash to the floor before she caught sight of what was going happening. "Is there anything else you would like to add?"

"Sure! My favorite books are the Percy Jackson series and the Hunger Games trilogy. My favorite television shows are Total Drama and Ouran Highschool Host Club, and more than anything, I hate all things Twilight and Justin Bieber, as well as Peeta Mellark from The Hunger Games!" Khione ended with an almost unnatural smile that almost said 'I'm insane!'

"Well, I believe that will be all for now, Khione. We will call you to tell you if you got the job. I think you just might be the best audition I've seen so far. The others seemed too serious in their demeanor. Mr. Henderson wants someone energetic like you are, miss. Have a good day."

Khione got up to walk away, but turned back in just enough time to see the interviewer go through a back door where many other people were waiting. They all nodded their heads in unison, like they were agreeing to something.

And as Khione walked out the front door, she faintly heard a voice say, "I want her."

Khione grinned as she walked out of the interview room. "What's your problem?" a girl snarled.

Khione smiled at her. She was about her age,with blonde hair,and blue eyes. On her chest was a piece of paper with the number thirteen. Khione looked at her number, twelve. "Are you up next?"

"Uh yeah." She stood up. "And I am going to blow them away," she said confidently.

Khione continued to smile. "Well,good luck with that." Khione didn't care what that girl thought. She was going to be on TV. It was her dream. Khione closed her eyes and skipped happily. She was to happy too notice the people walking down the hallway in front of her.

"Now," Blaineley asked her assistant, while texting on her phone. "Did you get my scripts?" Blaineley walked forward,with her assistant holding her papers behind her.

"Y-yes B-Blaineley," the assistant shuffled the stack of papers ,and took out a large booklet. "Here."

Blaineley took the booklet. "Now I'm going to need you to get me my coffee before the shooting. Don't screw it up this time alright?"

"I-I got it Blaineley," the dark haired assistant glared at her.

"I can't wait to tell Karen about this," Khione sang to herself as she skipped, and didn't notice anyone in front of her until she hit Blaineley's assistant. Khione's eyes popped open,and she stared at the peron next to her on the floor. "I-I'm so sorry!"

"Forget about it," the assistant tried to collect the papers scattered on the floor, then felt around the floor to find some glasses.

"Here." She gave the assistant the glasses.

"Thanks." The assistant noticed the number in her chest. "You're auditioning for the host job?"

"Yep!" Khione grinned. "Not to be cocky, but I think I nailed it."

The assistant smiled. "Good for you. I hope you get the job."

"How about you?" She asked. "Are you going into showbiz?"

"Hello!" Blaineley called out. "I'm not paying you to mingle."

Eyes rolled on the assistant's face. "I hope to get into acting soon."

Khione smiled,and stood up . "Well. I'll see you on TV." She waved then walked down the hallway.

The assistant watched her as she walked away. Blaineley sighed. "Terrible." She turned to her new assistant,who was still watching the girl. "Look at me!" she snapped. "If you really want to be on TV you're going to have to do whatever I say."

"How can I trust you?" There was skepticism in his voice.

"Because my last assistant is going to host the new Total Drama season."

"But what about that girl?"

"What girl?"

*Stadium*

Khione thought about that day. No,it wasn't the day she met Maddie. That day came long after. But,she thought,That assistant I met seems very familiar.

There you go. A little bit of Khione's past. Read. Review. Eat pie. You know,do what will make you happy. Hope you liked this chapter. I didn't write it all,mind you,CharmOriginalProductions wrote the audition...So blame her if it sucks...I'm kidding! It really is better than what I would have come up with. So really thank her!

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