I hear my alarm clock buzzing and I roll over to shut it off. I look at the time; 7:30. Now why the hell would I set my alarm for that time in the summer? Oh wait. TOTAL DRAMA ISLAND STARTS TODAY! I spring out of letto and find my clothes for today. I slip on my black and white colored, tank superiore, in alto and slip my sandy colored cardigan over it, unbuttoned. I put on jean shorts with a brown cintura and find my preferito hat; my floppy sand-colored fedora with a black strip around it.
I skip to the bathroom and get ready. I put on my makeup (only some mascara, eye liner, and lip gloss), finding the colori that go with my sea-blue eyes, brush my mid-shoulder blade length strawberry-blonde hair, and brush my teeth. I look at my hair again, how wild it always looks. I guess I’ll keep it today like this.
I slip on my sandals and put on my fedora. I find my backpack and put my iPod, a few Leggere books, a notebook, pencils, and other small things to do in it. I bring my backpack and duffle bag down stairs and walk into the cucina for cereal. I see the time; 7:52. This is a new record for me.
I pour myself a bowl of Lucky Charms and latte and eat it as my parents walk into the kitchen, already dressed.
“Well, today’s the big day, Sport,” My dad smiles at me and I nod.
“I hope we won’t be late,” I’m a little worried.
“It only takes a half ora to get there, but we should be on the road soon. Go on and say goodbye to Dallas and Emma while we put your stuff in the car,” my Mom tells me.
I nods and walk upstairs to Emma’s room, first. I baciare her on the head gently and whisper, “Bye, Emmi-Bear. I Amore you.”
She mumbles something that sounds like “Love te too.”
I walk out of her room, quietly walk into Dallas’ room and almost shout; “BYE BONE HEAD,” Then I tackle him for a hug.
“Die,” He mumbles, but hugs me back and I get up and run off, giggling.
“LET’S GO PEOPLE, TIME IS A-WASTING,” I giggle with excitement as I hop into the back seat.
“Calm down, Maze,” Mom tells me and I sigh.
“Bye house,” I whisper as my dad pulls out of the driveway.
I’m a little tired so I close my eyes and listen to the songs of the radio. Funny, I can’t hear them anymore. Now I can as I open my eyes again. I must have fallen asleep, because we’re here!!! I see a group of teens waiting at a barca dock, which has a sign that says “TDI CONTESTANTS; WAIT HERE TO BOARD ONE AT A TIME.”
“Well,” I sigh after we get out, wearing my backpack around me and my duffle bag in hand, “I guess I’ll wait there to go. I’ll see te guys soon. Amore te guys.”
“We Amore te too,” Mom says as I hug them both.
“Be safe,” Dad says as they climb into the car and I nod. I wave as they drive away and I walk over to the other teens. I stand successivo to a small pale blonde girl wearing a green sweater-thing.
“Hey,” I smile, trying to make conversation, “I’m Maisy.”
“I’m Dawn,” She says, “It must be hard being the only child in your family with an accent.”
“Wh-Wha?” I stutter, stunned, “How do te know that?”
“Your soul is so easy to read. te feel so different from your siblings.”
“Is Freak-Girl at it again?” A taller guy with piercings, a green Mohawk, and a skull camicia walks over to us, “Hey, I’m Duncan,” He smirks at me, and then wiggles his eyebrows.
“And I’m not interested,” I roll my eyes as the first barca comes, then quickly leaves with a camper on board.
*******************NO POV********************
Chris: Hello and WELCOME so this season of TOTAL DRAMA ISLAND. 15 wacky teens are selected to have a chance of winning; ONE. MILLION. DOLLARS. Here comes the first camper now!
*A large African American wearing a green camicia walks onto the dock*
Chris: DJ! Welcome my bro!
DJ: *Shakes Chris’ hand* Chris! How’re te doing, Man? *Walks to other side of dock as a red headed girl wearing a green dress runs off the boat.
Chris: Izzy! How’d the barca treat you?
Izzy: Oh te know, I just made Friends with the fish, man! They were all like “blub-blub” and stuff, but I knew they were saying “Oh hey, how’s it going?” *giggles crazily*
Chris: Err, right. *Next barca comes with Duncan* Duncan! What up, man?
Duncan: I don’t like surprises.
Chris: Your probation officer told me that. They also detto to call if anything happens. *Another barca comes with another African American wearing a football jersey* Lightening! Welcome!
Lightening: Sha-Chris! Sha-what’s up?
Chris: *Raises eyebrow, another barca comes with Dawn* Dawn! What do te think of the nature here?
Dawn: It’s... umm, lovely. te should Amore it, considering you’re away from your parent’s basement for the summer and all.
Chris: *whispers to camera man* How did she know that?!
********************MAISY’S POV********************
Five più campers go, and then it’s my turn. I take a deep breath, and then board the boat. No più than two minuti later, I’m arriving to another dock at the island. I get off the barca and walk towards Chris, the host.
“Maisy, Welcome!” He grins and I walk to him, “And how is my little ‘Tennessee-Canadian’ today?”
“Just dandy,” I’m slightly annoyed of the nickname, and I walk over to the other campers.
********************CODY’S POV********************
Man this is taking too long. Okay maybe it’s only been 10 minutes, but still! I’m ready to compete, win, and chat with some hot babes while I’m at it. Though from what I’m seeing now, there are not a lot of great options. One even looks like a dude, it’s kinda creepy.
********************NO POV********************
Chris: Jo! *A tall girl wearing a grey track suit with short blonde hair walks to Chris*
Jo: *Looks around* Meh, no real competition here.
Maisy: *Mumbles* te haven’t seen anything yet.
DJ: She seems scary.
Maisy: Scary doesn’t mean good competition. Hi, I’m Maisy.
DJ: DJ *they shake hands and smile*.
*Three più boats come da with a fair skinned girl with red hair with a fiore in it, a tall tan-skinned boy with spikey black hair, a blue shirt, and a gap in his teeth, and a tall military kid with black hair and combat boots*
Chris: Meet Zoey, Mike, and Brick!
Zoey: *To Mike* Can te believe that we’re here?
Mike: Heh yeah, it’s *looks at Zoey and grins love-strucked* beautiful!
Brick: Brick McCarther reporting for duty *salute Chris*
Chris: At ease. *Three più boats come with a Goth-looking girl with blue hair, a model-looking guy with a six pack and brown flowing hair, and an average height blonde boy wearing cachi, kaki shorts, an arancia, arancio shirt, with green eyes.* Gwen, Alejandro, and Luke! Welcome! *Another barca comes with a blonde girl with a blue bandana, a mini skirt, tube top, and boots* Why hell-OO Lindsay!
Lindsay: Hi, Craig! *Struts off the barca across the dock, all of the guys are looking at her*.
Jo: *To Maisy* like I said, no competition.
********************CODY’S POV********************
“Next,” An intern squawks as I board the barca last. I stand at the front and see people coming into view on a dock of the island. I look at the other girls; the small pale blonde girl tried to read my soul this morning, which was really creepy. Hmm that Goth looking girl’s pretty cute. I’ll probably talk to her. The red-headed girl with the pigtails and the fiore in her hair seems WAY too peppy. Plus she’s seems to be already flirting with that tall tan blue camicia dude. I keep at this until all that’s left is…
Whoa, who is THAT?
I gape at a short, slim girl with fragola blonde hair wearing a fedora, who’s talking to a tall, African American, guy. I see her gorgeous blues moving around and finally, they meet mine. I smile to be friendly, fighting everything to not blush and she smiles back.
“Cody!” Chis interrupts the moment, “Welcome!”
“Happy to be here,” I smile, and I walk onto the dock with my bag.
“Well, that’s all of you,” Chris addresses the whole group, “I’m Chris McClean, your fabulous host! Welcome to beautiful Lake Wawanakwa! First challenge starts now. You’ve all heard of my buddy Chef? Well, he’s around the island hunting for something; you. Your job is to run around the island and avoid being shot da his paintball gun. If te get shot, meet back da the cabins where I will put te on a team. You’ll see the toughest competitors when there are about 6 of te left. I will have my interns brings your bags to the cabins. And GO!”
Then we’re all running.
I skip to the bathroom and get ready. I put on my makeup (only some mascara, eye liner, and lip gloss), finding the colori that go with my sea-blue eyes, brush my mid-shoulder blade length strawberry-blonde hair, and brush my teeth. I look at my hair again, how wild it always looks. I guess I’ll keep it today like this.
I slip on my sandals and put on my fedora. I find my backpack and put my iPod, a few Leggere books, a notebook, pencils, and other small things to do in it. I bring my backpack and duffle bag down stairs and walk into the cucina for cereal. I see the time; 7:52. This is a new record for me.
I pour myself a bowl of Lucky Charms and latte and eat it as my parents walk into the kitchen, already dressed.
“Well, today’s the big day, Sport,” My dad smiles at me and I nod.
“I hope we won’t be late,” I’m a little worried.
“It only takes a half ora to get there, but we should be on the road soon. Go on and say goodbye to Dallas and Emma while we put your stuff in the car,” my Mom tells me.
I nods and walk upstairs to Emma’s room, first. I baciare her on the head gently and whisper, “Bye, Emmi-Bear. I Amore you.”
She mumbles something that sounds like “Love te too.”
I walk out of her room, quietly walk into Dallas’ room and almost shout; “BYE BONE HEAD,” Then I tackle him for a hug.
“Die,” He mumbles, but hugs me back and I get up and run off, giggling.
“LET’S GO PEOPLE, TIME IS A-WASTING,” I giggle with excitement as I hop into the back seat.
“Calm down, Maze,” Mom tells me and I sigh.
“Bye house,” I whisper as my dad pulls out of the driveway.
I’m a little tired so I close my eyes and listen to the songs of the radio. Funny, I can’t hear them anymore. Now I can as I open my eyes again. I must have fallen asleep, because we’re here!!! I see a group of teens waiting at a barca dock, which has a sign that says “TDI CONTESTANTS; WAIT HERE TO BOARD ONE AT A TIME.”
“Well,” I sigh after we get out, wearing my backpack around me and my duffle bag in hand, “I guess I’ll wait there to go. I’ll see te guys soon. Amore te guys.”
“We Amore te too,” Mom says as I hug them both.
“Be safe,” Dad says as they climb into the car and I nod. I wave as they drive away and I walk over to the other teens. I stand successivo to a small pale blonde girl wearing a green sweater-thing.
“Hey,” I smile, trying to make conversation, “I’m Maisy.”
“I’m Dawn,” She says, “It must be hard being the only child in your family with an accent.”
“Wh-Wha?” I stutter, stunned, “How do te know that?”
“Your soul is so easy to read. te feel so different from your siblings.”
“Is Freak-Girl at it again?” A taller guy with piercings, a green Mohawk, and a skull camicia walks over to us, “Hey, I’m Duncan,” He smirks at me, and then wiggles his eyebrows.
“And I’m not interested,” I roll my eyes as the first barca comes, then quickly leaves with a camper on board.
*******************NO POV********************
Chris: Hello and WELCOME so this season of TOTAL DRAMA ISLAND. 15 wacky teens are selected to have a chance of winning; ONE. MILLION. DOLLARS. Here comes the first camper now!
*A large African American wearing a green camicia walks onto the dock*
Chris: DJ! Welcome my bro!
DJ: *Shakes Chris’ hand* Chris! How’re te doing, Man? *Walks to other side of dock as a red headed girl wearing a green dress runs off the boat.
Chris: Izzy! How’d the barca treat you?
Izzy: Oh te know, I just made Friends with the fish, man! They were all like “blub-blub” and stuff, but I knew they were saying “Oh hey, how’s it going?” *giggles crazily*
Chris: Err, right. *Next barca comes with Duncan* Duncan! What up, man?
Duncan: I don’t like surprises.
Chris: Your probation officer told me that. They also detto to call if anything happens. *Another barca comes with another African American wearing a football jersey* Lightening! Welcome!
Lightening: Sha-Chris! Sha-what’s up?
Chris: *Raises eyebrow, another barca comes with Dawn* Dawn! What do te think of the nature here?
Dawn: It’s... umm, lovely. te should Amore it, considering you’re away from your parent’s basement for the summer and all.
Chris: *whispers to camera man* How did she know that?!
********************MAISY’S POV********************
Five più campers go, and then it’s my turn. I take a deep breath, and then board the boat. No più than two minuti later, I’m arriving to another dock at the island. I get off the barca and walk towards Chris, the host.
“Maisy, Welcome!” He grins and I walk to him, “And how is my little ‘Tennessee-Canadian’ today?”
“Just dandy,” I’m slightly annoyed of the nickname, and I walk over to the other campers.
********************CODY’S POV********************
Man this is taking too long. Okay maybe it’s only been 10 minutes, but still! I’m ready to compete, win, and chat with some hot babes while I’m at it. Though from what I’m seeing now, there are not a lot of great options. One even looks like a dude, it’s kinda creepy.
********************NO POV********************
Chris: Jo! *A tall girl wearing a grey track suit with short blonde hair walks to Chris*
Jo: *Looks around* Meh, no real competition here.
Maisy: *Mumbles* te haven’t seen anything yet.
DJ: She seems scary.
Maisy: Scary doesn’t mean good competition. Hi, I’m Maisy.
DJ: DJ *they shake hands and smile*.
*Three più boats come da with a fair skinned girl with red hair with a fiore in it, a tall tan-skinned boy with spikey black hair, a blue shirt, and a gap in his teeth, and a tall military kid with black hair and combat boots*
Chris: Meet Zoey, Mike, and Brick!
Zoey: *To Mike* Can te believe that we’re here?
Mike: Heh yeah, it’s *looks at Zoey and grins love-strucked* beautiful!
Brick: Brick McCarther reporting for duty *salute Chris*
Chris: At ease. *Three più boats come with a Goth-looking girl with blue hair, a model-looking guy with a six pack and brown flowing hair, and an average height blonde boy wearing cachi, kaki shorts, an arancia, arancio shirt, with green eyes.* Gwen, Alejandro, and Luke! Welcome! *Another barca comes with a blonde girl with a blue bandana, a mini skirt, tube top, and boots* Why hell-OO Lindsay!
Lindsay: Hi, Craig! *Struts off the barca across the dock, all of the guys are looking at her*.
Jo: *To Maisy* like I said, no competition.
********************CODY’S POV********************
“Next,” An intern squawks as I board the barca last. I stand at the front and see people coming into view on a dock of the island. I look at the other girls; the small pale blonde girl tried to read my soul this morning, which was really creepy. Hmm that Goth looking girl’s pretty cute. I’ll probably talk to her. The red-headed girl with the pigtails and the fiore in her hair seems WAY too peppy. Plus she’s seems to be already flirting with that tall tan blue camicia dude. I keep at this until all that’s left is…
Whoa, who is THAT?
I gape at a short, slim girl with fragola blonde hair wearing a fedora, who’s talking to a tall, African American, guy. I see her gorgeous blues moving around and finally, they meet mine. I smile to be friendly, fighting everything to not blush and she smiles back.
“Cody!” Chis interrupts the moment, “Welcome!”
“Happy to be here,” I smile, and I walk onto the dock with my bag.
“Well, that’s all of you,” Chris addresses the whole group, “I’m Chris McClean, your fabulous host! Welcome to beautiful Lake Wawanakwa! First challenge starts now. You’ve all heard of my buddy Chef? Well, he’s around the island hunting for something; you. Your job is to run around the island and avoid being shot da his paintball gun. If te get shot, meet back da the cabins where I will put te on a team. You’ll see the toughest competitors when there are about 6 of te left. I will have my interns brings your bags to the cabins. And GO!”
Then we’re all running.
