Total Drama: Wawanakwa's Revenge

This. Officially. Sucks.

"And our first competitor- Paige!" Chris announced, and I walked off the boat. Looking around, I knew I shouldn't have signed up for this.

"Hi... Chris." I said,.with venom dripping from my voice.

Dragging my small suitcase behind me, I sat down and hugged my knees to my chest. Why on earth did I sign up for Total Drama again?

Hi. I'm Paige. I'm sixteen and live in Los Angelos. Well, lived. I signed up for a TV show called Total Drama. It's like, I'm trapped on a island for eight weeks, competing against other kids like a reality show.

"Next person, Mike!" The multiple personality boy walked off his boat. Well, he's going to be interesting.

"Hey Chris!" He exclaimed.

Then, a new contestant. "Torsten!" A boy with blond, curly hair came off. Obviously a Justin stereotype.

"Heather! Nice to see ya!" Chris announced.

"Drop dead." She replied bitterly.

I lost count of the other contestants- Brick, Noah, Cody, Scott, Owen, Gwen and I think Alejandro. That is, until guitar boy came.

"Felix! How's it going?" Felix rolled his eyes. Maybe he was just as annoyed as me. Except a million times more.

He walked over with headphones on and sat down a few yards away from me. His music was loud enough I could hear it clearly: he was listening to Nirvana.

I grabbed my headset and started playing music quietly. After a few seconds I turned it up, until I was nodding my head to the music. Come one, come all to this tragic affair. Wipe off that makeup, what's in is despair. Slip on the black dress, mix in with the lot, you might wake up and notice you're someone your not.

Chris was almost done introducing everyone. "Our last person, Rodney!"

I groan. This kid was stupid! And retarded around girls! He obviously has short term memory. Or at least has ADHD.

"Now that we're all done with that, meet at the campfire pit in fifteen minutes!"

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Slumping over, I slowly made my way to the campfire pit, still playing music. At least I've made up my mind on one thing: This officially sucks.

I sat on a tree stump and finally took off my headphones. Blinking a few times, I surveyed my competition. Nothing looked too serious, except Felix. He had good strategy in the past seasons, so he might be a threat. Other than that, this was a piece of cake.

Felix's strategy was good, but still very, very dirty. Not even paying me a million dollars or a free laptop would get me to go along with it. Or even think about it.

"Okay, Now we're gonna place you in teams. Alejandro, Heather, Noah, Cody, Cameron and Mike, you are the Pillaging Pirates. Lindsay, Rodney, Felix, Lightning, Torsten and Paige, you are the Killing Crusaders,"

Great, I'm on a team with the dumbfucks, (Rodney, Lindsay and Lightning), Model Boy, (Torsten), and Guitar Boy.

Felix raised his hand. "Who came up with the team names?"

I stifled a laugh. "You know, I think he used a pirate name generator," I called.

Chris grinned. "I think I've come up with the first challenge,"

Oh no. Oh fucking no. First challenge? It's always the hardest. "We're going to try something... fun. Chef, the handcuffs?"

Chef Hatchet walked to him holding a box with a bunch of handcuffs. You know, I think Chef would be good friends with Ticci Toby. Hatchets and all? Bad joke, I know. "I'm going to call out names in pairs, and the groups of two will be handcuffed to another. The group with the most people still together will win tonight and avoid elimination."

Shit.