I DO NOT OWN TOTAL DRAMA (or mha)


COURTNEY

Courtney was up bright and early today, determined and confident in her skills and integrity. She looked at herself in the mirror and stood up straight, staring at her reflection with pride. Her hair was nice and neat, her clothes were unwrinkled and ironed, her face was clean and her teeth were brushed. She was ready, both physically and mentally, to go into her school and ace her SAT's, even though SAT scores weren't A's or B's.

Courtney had other things to be proud of as well. She was president of her school's student council, president of the debate team, and a certified CIT. All of these accomplishments were great on her application and were one step closer to getting into a good college, which was one step closer to getting her law degree and becoming a great lawyer. She had already been studying law through books and online articles for years, so she was already ahead of any newcomers to practicing law.

With one final nod to her reflection, she headed downstairs to grab some breakfast. Her parents were already downstairs eating breakfast. Once they spot her, they greet her.

"Good morning honey." Her mother greeted. She got up and gave Courtney a kiss on the forehead. "Want to have a big breakfast before your big day today."

"Thanks, but I'll stick to something simple." Courtney said, walking over to the coffee machine. "Got to keep my mind focused."

"Courtney, come on. You'll be fine." Her dad reassured. "If you think about it, there really isn't any right or wrong with this. Just try not to overthink it."

"Dad I love you, but I'm going to have to disagree." Courtney took her coffee and sat at the table, taking one cinnamon bagel. "Everything needs to be perfect today."

"We get that honey." Her mom added. "We're just saying you should try to relax today."

"Oh trust me, I'll have plenty of time to relax once I've gotten perfect SAT scores." Courtney finishes her bagel and takes her coffee as she gets out of her chair. "Well, I better go. Wish me luck."

Courtney grabbed her backpack and car keys before she walked out the door and headed towards her car. She got inside and started the car, adjusting her mirrors. The strange thing was that when she adjusted her rearview mirror, she could have sworn her eyes rolled in the back of her head. But when she looked in the mirror again, her eyes were normal. She just shrugged, not thinking anything of it, and drove off.


Courtney wasn't playing any music or listening to the radio, she wanted to keep her mind focused on the task ahead. At least, that's what she thought until she had to stop due to unexpected traffic. She turned around and thought that she could back out and go a different direction, but it was too late and there were cars behind her right away. She looked ahead again and tried to maintain a positive expression.

"Okay, no big deal." Courtney said to herself. She checked to see what time it was. "You still have plenty of time before the SAT's, plus this traffic shouldn't be too long."

She ended up being wrong though because half an hour had passed and Courtney had barely moved at all. Apparently there was a really bad accident up ahead and while she felt bad about it, Courtney was beginning to get nervous and frustrated. If things didn't pick up soon, she was going to be late for the test. And if there was one thing people should know about her is that Courtney doesn't do late. What made it worse was that it started raining which meant that clearing the accident would take even longer. Despite it being rude and knowing it wouldn't make a difference, she starts honking her horn.

Courtney had finally made it to the school, and it was safe to say she was very late. She was so frantic and stressed out that she parked her car roughly, causing a scratch on the side. She groaned when she realized this and then tried to search around for her umbrella, but couldn't find it. She sat up and then remembered she left her umbrella in her bedroom, making her groan again and bang her forehead on the steering wheel.

Taking a deep breath, she quickly got out of her car and made a run for it towards the front entrance. Since it was raining harder, Courtney was completely soaked by the time she made it to the door. Before she walked in, she realized that she forgot her backpack with all the stuff she needed to take the test. Courtney screamed in frustration and ran back to her car.

Finally, Courtney was able to enter the building. She was soaking wet and breathing hard, leaning against the door for a moment. When she was done, she walked inside and headed towards a woman who was sitting at a desk outside one of the testing rooms. The woman saw Courtney approaching her, and she raised an eyebrow at the state she was in. Even the friendly smile Courtney tried to give was unsettling.

"Hi, I'm here to take my SAT'S." Courtney said. "I'm Courtney Satella."

"Sorry, but I can't let you in." The woman said, stoically. This response made Courtney freeze, her smile dropped instantly.

"What?"

"You're 20 minutes late. The rules state that if you're late, you can't take the test." The woman's neutral expression doesn't change, even though Courtney looked like she was about to have a meltdown.

"But it wasn't my fault, there was traffic and rain and, and…" Courtney was lost for words. "Can I speak to whoever's in charge."

"No."

Courtney's anger was rising, her professional demeanor was completely gone.

"Why not?"

"Because you're getting water everywhere."

Courtney pointed a finger at the woman, looking her directly in the eye even though the woman was still unfazed by this.

"Lady, I demand that you let me take my SAT's!" Courtney shouted. Due to her anger, Courtney never noticed the woman's eye color change to the same one as hers. She paused for a moment and then nodded.

"Very well." The woman stood up and held the door open for Courtney. "You may enter."

Courtney was surprised that this woman changed her mind so suddenly, but she didn't have time to worry about it. She just rushed inside so she could take her test.


COURTNEY

Quirk: Demand

Whenever she starts a sentence with the words "I demand", she can make whomever she talks to obey. In order for it to work properly, she has to look them in the eye and give them a firm tone.