Note: This will be in Lindsay's point of view. Sorry if it isn't that long. Um… I have nothing to really say. O_o Total Drama is not mine, and well… enjoy!

"You're an idiot!" shouted the black haired female. I stared at her in awe, as Sierra gasped. I had never understood why Heather was so mean to me. I mean really… All I ever did was try and be nice to her. "How dare you touch my things."

"You borrow my stuff all the time!" I defended. I was never the type to fight, and most of the time I just shrugged Heather off, but I just snapped. "It's not fair! Why do you think your all that and get to do whatever you want?" I screamed.

"Because I'm better than you, that's why!" she shouted.

"Stop it guys! Fighting solves nothing!" complained Sierra, who watched.

"SHUT UP!" We all turned out heads, and the door slammed open, and there stood our father. His eye twitched, and he glared. "God do all you kids just complain?" he whined. Usually, mom handled this, but she was out collecting money from her job, so dad was the only one around.

"She started it!" Heather and I yelled pointing to one another.

"Heather get out of the room, and leave your sister alone." said Chris, leaning against the door frame. I smiled happily. I was always happy when dad agreed with me. Heather glared at Chris.

"Make me old man. All you ever do is agree with her anyway, so what makes you think she is right?" shouted Heather. Sierra and I gasped. Chris licked his bottom lip, and seemed to be trying to keep his cool. But that was hard for him…

"Get the hell out of this room, before I call your mother, and you know she will hurt you." he spoke acidly. Heather rolled her eyes, and pushed past Chris who seemed beyond piss. I went to him, and he looked to me, blinking his dark eyes.

"Thank you Daddy…"I smiled, leaning up and kissing his cheek. He mumbled.

"Whatever. She can be mean sometimes… Have fun girls." he sighed leaving us. Sometimes, I wondered why dad never liked Heather… But hey. I don't think anyone liked her besides mom….

I sat in the chair next to Noah who was doing his homework. I was never good with math so Noah helped me… Even though it looked like gibberish.

"Oh that's a cool thingy!" I cooed, pointing to a math sign. His eye twitched.

"That is a division sign…" he stated.

"Isn't it cute?" I giggled, and he sighed, trying to teach me. I had to say, math was super hard. Algebra 2 wasn't easy. I heard music, and my head raised, searching for the noise. Noah sighed.

"Go. You can just copy of me later."

"Thanks brother!" I said happily, as I ran from the study, and up the stairs. I darted down the hall to the other stairs to the game room. I stopped hearing the noise. There was mother and Trent playing together. I smiled, and took a seat in front of them.

Sarah smiled at me. "You done with your homework?" she asked. I swallowed, and shook my head no. She shook her head.

"I promise to get it done mom. Pinky swear!" I smiled. She chuckled, and kept playing. I had to say, I had always wanted to learn to play, but… it seemed to hard for me. I mean dad and mom tried to teach me, and I just couldn't learn.

"Sing along." smiled Trent, playing a familiar song. I hadn't heard it for such a long time.

"Twinkle, Twinkle, little star. How I wonder what you are." I sang softly, bobbing my head back in forth. I felt like a little girl again like I use to. When dad would play and I would sing to the music. I missed those times… But school, cheerleading, and everything else was so hard. Plus dad always seemed busy anymore…

"Mom… I don't know about this." I said licking my lips nervously. She grinned at me.

"No you can do it."

"No… Really, I can't." I spoke. She patted me on the back. Mom had always cooked… And I couldn't cook at all. I scratched my head looking at the spinny thingy. What the heck was this thing?

"That's a rolling pin… you won't need that." said my mother. I put it back down, and pursed my lips. She helped me prepare the food, and told me the time, and I went off to play. We had an old jungle gym in the back yard, and well… I still liked to play on it. It was fun to play on, and no one really ever found me. I sat on the floor, and swung my legs back in forth, humming softly. I heard something, and turned my head, to see Duncan, who smirked at me.

"Well hey there princess." he chuckled, getting up the stairs taking a seat next to me. Me and Duncan were total opposites but… he always protected me from Heather. I smiled.

"Hey. What's up?" I asked, tilting my head to the side.

"Not much, just waiting for dad to get home so I can ask for some money." he laughed. "I really need a new knife… My job won't be paying me till next week, and I really need some entertainment." he sighed. I raised an eyebrow. Entertainment? We had a pool, a trampoline, chess boards, computers.. And a lot of other junk. So why would he be bored?

"I never understood why you need a knife." I spoke. He looked to me pursing his lips.

"Why not have one? It can also help me out. Like… What if I got kidnapped? I'd have a knife!" he grinned. I rolled my eyes.

"Kidnapped? We have a security alarm in this house… Like a million of them." I spoke.

"I don't mean it like that." he sighed. "I have more enemies than you Lindsay."

"Well maybe if you were like nice and junk that could change!" I said, grinning. "I can help! I can make you totally cute and stuff!" I giggled. He rolled his eyes, and shook his head smiling softly.

"No thanks Lindsay." he said. A scream erupted, and we turned our heads to the house. The siren screamed, and I gasped. Crap the food! I jumped from the jungle gym running past the pool to the house. How could I forgotten? I opened the door, gasping seeing the flames. Sierra being the only brave one used a fire extinguisher putting the fire out.

"Lindsay!" my mother screamed, looking at me shocked. "I told you-!"

I stopped her. "sorry mom! I forgot!" I cried, sniffling some. I really didn't mean to catch the house on fire. I noticed dad was home, and he pursed his lips, looking at the smoking stove.

"I'll order pizza." he stated, whipping out his cell and going to the other room.

"Good job idiot." said Heather rolling her eyes. I felt a hand on my shoulder, and I looked to the person. It was Duncan, and he patted my shoulder. I felt terrible for what happened… Why was I so stupid?

I sighed softly sitting on my bed, and snuggled closely to the my bear. Heather had always called 'stupid' or 'idiot' and well… I was starting to feel that way.

"It's okay Lindsay. It happens." said Sierra who was on her laptop. I turned to her, and she looked at me smiling softly. "Don't worry. Mom and Dad aren't mad."

"Sierra. Do you think… I'm stupid?" I asked, looking at her. Sierra blinked her large brown eyes at me, and shook her head.

"No. Your forgetful, but who isn't?" she asked with a soft laugh. "Your not stupid. So don't believe all the things mean old Heather says." Just than, the door opened, and there came in Heather from her shower. Heather eyed us, and switched the lights off.

"Time to sleep." she said. Sierra rolled her eyes, shutting her laptop off, and I just stayed quiet. Heather got into her bed, and it was silent. Even though Sierra just told me that… I still felt like an idiot.