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It had been several weeks, and Eva was a wreck. Exams had been the week before, and she had done fairly well; a few B's, an A, and a C. Her parents questioned about the C, but she was too distracted at the prospect of her audition that she couldn't give them a good reason for her 'failure'.

A couple more days went by. Eva woke up, and plodded downstairs, immediately checking the mail on the counter as she had religiously been doing since sending in her tape.

Nothing.

She sighed, knowing that she shouldn't have invested so much hope into being picked. Eva still hadn't told Randy, or her parents, so at least she wouldn't have to deal with that.

As she tossed the pile of useless mail back onto the table, Eva saw an odd, elegant looking envelope in the pile she hadn't noticed before. She casually flicked it over, curious to see if she would be forced by her mother to go to some wedding or a baby shower, but it was addressed to her. It was from Total Drama.

Eva's eyes grew as large as milk caps as she reached, with trembling fingers, to open the letter.

It read:

Dear Eva,

You have been selected to be a part of the 22 contestants competing on this year's Total Drama Island!

There is a legal contract enclosed, and should be filled out and turned in to your personal chef/driver when you board the limousine that is coming to pick you up from your designated destination. This limousine will arrive on June 5th, 6:00 p.m. Your designated destination is the Belleville Airport based on your supplied address. See you next time, on Total Drama Island!

Sincerely,

Chris McLean

Eva dropped the letter. She ran upstairs, her screams echoing through the empty house,

"OH YEAH!"

She danced around the halls.

"A personal chef?!"

She jumped and twisted, throwing punches in the air.

"A limousine?!"

She flopped on her bed, laughing wickedly. Eva's hair was mussed, from romping around in excitement.

A sudden realization hit her, and violently, she sat up.

"June fifth is tomorrow."

Her abrupt alarmed expression split into a beaming smile.

"I have to pack!"

Eva spent the rest of the day in a cloud, packing her tube socks and barbells. And every time she doubted her actions, reality flew through her nerves like an electric current, coming from the letter that held her near future.

...

She woke up the next morning with clothes and other packing items scattered around her.

Groaning, Eva's eyes scanned the room for the letter.

Not seeing it on her desk, panic seized her. She jumped from the bed, swatting away clothes and magazines.

As she searched, a throaty noise came from between her doorway.

It was Eva's parents, with her letter in hand.

...

Their conversation was not pretty. Eva tried to reason with them, but it was a futile effort.

"You are NOT going, Eva."

"Yes, I am! And I'm going to win!"

"...win what?"

Eva thought better than to say the truth, "Ten thousand dollars."

Her parents gasped. After whispering with each other, Paul spoke up, "IF you win, the money will be put towards your college fund, okay?"

She dejectedly complied.

Her mother sputtered to her father, "You can't be serious! She can't-"

"Linda, maybe it'll be good for her!"

Her mother huffed, "Well, you'll have to go yourself, Eva, because we don't support this."

Paul's eyes saddened, "Dear..."

"No!" her mother spun around, "She lied, and she obviously doesn't want to spend her time here! So she can go, but WE won't be there to say goodbye!"

She marched out of the room. Eva's father gave her a guilty look, and exited after his wife.

...

Terrance and Gavin were ecstatic. After five pure minutes of excited screams and congratulations, they promised to meet her at the airport.

The excitement had rubbed onto her and she picked up her phone.

"Hello?"

"Randy! Guess what- I got onto a reality show, and I'm leaving today!"

"... What?"

"I'm going to be on Total Drama Island!"

"But... Wait, what?!"

Eva sighed; Randy obviously didn't understand the concept of getting onto TV shows, "I sent in my audition tape, and they picked it."

Randy thought a moment, "... Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

Eva's smile faltered. So he was upset? This information opened a whole slew of questions for her to ask, but she feebly replied, "Well, I didn't want to... Upset you for nothing if I didn't get in."

Randy didn't respond, so she continued, "I'm being picked up at the Belleville Airport, 6 o' clock. See you there?"

Eva held her breath; a few more seconds ticked by. Randy finally replied, "Fine." and hung up.

...

At the airport, Gavin and Terrance were waiting for Eva with a large, handmade "Good luck" sign.

They grinned broadly, as Eva confidently made her way towards them, her bag slung over her shoulder.

Gavin clapped, "Eva! We'll be cheering for you the whole time!"

Terrence interjected, "Can we have some of the winnings for a plasma?"

Eva laughed, "Thanks, you guys."

"Well, you literally couldn't have done it without us." Gavin grinned.

Eva smiled, "Where's... Randy?"

Terrance and Gavin's faces fell, telling Eva all she needed to know.

...

A black, worn-out limousine pulled up to the curb. A tall, burly African American stepped out of the driver's seat. His features were hard but aged from working, and he gave Eva a sour expression as he crossed over to the trio, his toque fluttered in the slight wind.

"Give me your contract!" he yelled. Eva pulled out the wrinkled document.

"Eva!"

She whipped around to see Randy, smiling and waving from afar.

Pure joy filled her fragile heart. He had come! He wanted her to stay with him! Eva felt as if she were floating in mid-air as she cried, "Randy! You came! Oh, Randy! I'll stay if-"

A slender arm wrapped protectively around his own. He looked at the person whose arm it was and smiled warmly. He whispered something to his companion, leaving her there, and jogged over to Eva.

Kelly had come along.

Eva's smile fizzled as her friend ran up to her, with a small box in his hand, "Eva! I'm so glad I caught you! I got you something!"

She backed up, "You.. You're with Kelly?"

His happy expression melted into a guilty pout, "Uh, yes. I have been for a couple weeks, now."

Eva was shocked; "Oh." was all she could say.

Randy smiled half-heartedly, holding out the box, "I wanted to see you go!"

She took it from him subconsciously.

"...Why are you dating Kelly?"

Randy looked away, "She's really cool, and nice. You'd seriously like her if you gave her a chance."

Eva couldn't help but blurt, "Randy, she's the bitch who've I've always talked about! She," ashamed, Eva admitted, "makes... fun of me..."

He took a deep breath, "I know."

Eva's eyes filled with horror.

"I just think you don't know her well enough!"

Eva cursed. Her eyes shining, she looked up at Randy, "I thought I knew YOU well enough!"

He backed away, "This is why I didn't tell you!"

"What?!"

He stared into her eyes, insinuatingly, "I didn't want to ... Upset you."

Fury swept through her mind. How dare he just assume she had feelings for him! Although she did, Randy couldn't know that.

"Listen Morowski," she hissed, "You need to get your head out of your fucking ass, because I don't know what you're talking about."

He sighed, "Eva, stop. I know."

Feeling as if she'd been sucker punched, she whispered, "I don't know what-"

Her personal chef cut her off, "CONTRACT, SOLDIER! You got ears?!"

Randy pointed towards Gavin and Terrance, "They told me everything."

Terrance stood up, "What the fuck, man?!"

Gavin, equally outraged, "Dude!?"

Eva looked at them, speechless.

Gavin's expression was filled with shock, "Eva, we-"

"I... trusted you..." she whimpered.

Terrance looked as if he was going to defend himself, but Gavin placed a hand on his shoulder.

Eva's heart was racing, "I fucking trusted you! You, you backstabbers!"

Gavin lowered his head, "Eva.. We... We thought he should know, because-"

Eva was too upset. Her fist collided with the side of the limo.

The chef rolled his eyes.

"I hate all of you!" she screamed.

She shoved the contract at the chef, and flung open the door.

"Eva, please, just..." Randy searched for something to say, but Eva's face registered complete and miserable hatred.

He backed away silently. The door slammed.

Kelly had made her way towards the group. "Is everything okay?" Eva could hear her say through the muffled glass. "I hope you do good, Eva!" she cheered with undetectably fake enthusiasm.

Eva contemplated getting out of the car and murdering her, when the limo coughed to life.

As they drove, Eva's thoughts became bitter. She would no longer trust and she would no longer hope.

Remembering the box Randy had given her, she found it had slid onto the floor. Eva lifted the cover. Inside, there was a brand new mp3 player and a note:

Eva,

You'll do great. You're the strongest person I know, and you're my best friend. I know that you'll win, and I hope this'll be a reminder that we're rooting for you back here.

Love,

Randy Morowski

Her lip trembled. Taking a breath, she crumpled the message and tossed it aside. Something inside of Eva broke in that moment. She knew that along with never hoping, believing, or trusting again, she promised to never be happy.

She put in the new headphones, and a chill song lulled her into a new, numb existence.