Total Drama All Stars

Day 13 (Part 1)

Duncan’s POV

I sat in my cell staring up at the ceiling. My trip through here so far has been totally miserable.

And this is pretty much what I’ve been doing since I was sentenced to my two years with two-hundred thousand dollar bail. Yeah, two hundred G’s.

I’ve basically been self-pitying myself the entire time I’ve been here. Some guys try to be productive, read, hang out with some other inmates, watch TV, work out, whatever it is, they still try. Once I found out I’d be locked up for two years unless somebody ponied up my huge bail; which is ridiculously unlikely, I knew I’d be here for the whole bid, and in simple terms, I just got depressed.

I wouldn't be able to work, I wouldn't be able to go to my home, wear my own clothes, eat good food, see any of my friends, and most importantly, have Alex.

Thinking about not seeing her for two years was what really crushed me. I mean yeah, I know she’ll visit when she’s done with the show, but it’s not the same. We can’t sleep together at night, we can’t go out together, we’ll have visiting hours and phone calls and that’s it.

So yeah, needless to say I’m feeling pretty hopeless. I’ve been in here for about a month now, after blowing up Chris’ house during that boat challenge, I was shipped right off to a jail near mine and Alex’s home. I waited a few days for my trial and came out with this sentence.

It could have been worse, Alex’s mom really helped me out at the trail to get the easiest punishment I could, but with my record and now blowing up a house, nothing could get me off Scott-free.

When you’re growing up you make dumb mistakes, I know I’m twenty, but I’m still growing up. I’ve been reckless my entire life, and being on the show, being mocked so constantly for getting soft, my ego kept getting beaten down more and more, until finally I couldn’t take it anymore and I decided to blow up Chris’s house.

I mean without all this jail shit, it really was an awesome stunt. But it would’ve been more awesome if I was still sixteen. Losing that minor status is awesome, but at the same time it sucks if you live my lifestyle. It means even doing a small crime like shoplifting a ten dollar mug could get you a real charge, not just some juvie time.

Man, juvie is nothing compared to this place. I mean yeah, minors are a lot more vicious than grown men, but prison and jail is also a lot harsher than juvie, so I guess they both have their pros and cons.

I knew some people in here from high school, so they took me under their wing so I wasn’t subjected to being what they called “prison bitch”. I’ve heard enough terrible prison stories, so I didn’t even want to hear the gag-worthy details of what being a “prison bitch” entails.

Time seemed to pass by like years, and I didn’t know if I’d even last the two years I’d been sentenced. I like to think of myself as a tough “can-handle-anything” type of guy, but being in here has definitely made me realize I’m not.

Not that you’ll hear me telling anybody on the outside that, I’ve still got an image to uphold.

So yeah, that’s what Duncan’s been up to since the boat challenge. Sitting in prison miserable like a sad puppy. I shut my eyes and tried to just sleep. That’s really all I’ve been letting myself do. Sleep is an escape; dreams take me away from this place, even if just for ten minutes.

I heard people in the cells all around me talking and doing their daily tasks; I tried to block it all out until I fell asleep. Right when I felt myself begin to doze off, I heard my last name being called.

I looked up; nobody else had my last name. I turned and saw a guard making his way down to my cell. “Duncan” he said when he approached it. I sat up looking at him, afraid to know why a guard needed me.