Juvenile Delinquents

Episode One

*Disclaimer*

I do not own Total Drama Island or any of its characters. I only own my own characters; Rowdie/Sarah, etc.

*Warning*

This is a more mature version of TDI it will contain Mature themes. If you are of a younger age or not a fan of Mature themed stories, I would advise you find another story. Otherwise, Enjoy! :)

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I am awakened by someone slightly shaking me. "We'll be there in about five minutes," He tells me.

"Okay, thank you," I say politely. I run my fingers through my hair and adjust my clothes. I leave one headphone in and slide my phone into my back pocket. I look out at the camp. It looks NOTHING like they said it would. When I get there, I see eight other teens and the host Chris.

"And here's our second juvenile delinquent and popular YouTuber, Sarah!" Chris says

My bangs fall over my eyes as I step off the boat. I'm wearing a see-through mesh black top with a silver starry pattern, a sliver bra, black short shorts, fishnets, and combat boots.

I narrow my eyes at Chris, "It's Rowdie to you, and what do you mean second?" I question.

"Well, there's you and Duncan. We have BOTH you're parole officers' numbers. So, no funny business." Chris replies.

I roll my eyes. "Whatever," and walk over to the other teens. I quickly look at each one over. There's a ginger nerd guy, girl scout, goth chick, well-built guy, jock, blond bimbo, a very pissed off chick with black hair, party boy. And last but not least, a guy with green hair and a few piercings, that must be Duncan.

"So, 'Rowdie'," Duncan says as I walk over.

"So, Duncan," I say, copying him.

"So, did you go to juvie a lot?" He asks.

"Nah, I wouldn't say a lot, maybe once a month," I shrug. "How about you?"

He smirks, "I practically lived there."

"Oooooo, such a bad boy." I tease him.

"The definition of one," He winks at me.

I roll my eyes and smile, "I'm sure you are. So um, who are these people?" I ask him.

"Harold, Beth, Gwen, DJ, Tyler, Lindsay, Heather, and Geoff." He points to each one as he says their names.

"Okay, thanks," I say. We stop talking as another boat arrives. I zone out, lost in my music and thoughts. I sway slightly and tap my foot to the beat of Hollywood Undead. By the time I zone back in, there is a boy with black hair standing next to Gwen, er I think that is her name. Another boat pulls up, and a blond girl with a surfboard gets off.

"Hey, what's up?" She asks, putting her surfboard down. Her voice sounded familiar.

"Alright, our surfer chick Bridgette is here!" Chris says.

"Oh, my fucking god! Bri!" I yell, running over to her, hugging her.

"Sarah! You're here too! You didn't tell me you auditioned!" She says excitedly, returning the hug.

"I could say the same thing to you!" I tell her.

"You two know each other?" Chris asks.

"Yeah! We grew up together!" Bridgette says.

"She's only like my best friend!" I say.

"Pff. Nice board, this ain't Malibu, honey." Duncan says.

"I thought we were gonna be on a beach," Bridgette replies