Well, it's time to learn what they were planning on...thanks for your review, Gucci Mane LaFlare. I really appreciate all your support, even though I couldn't finish this story.

It turned out that the producers of Total Drama were going to be trying a spin-off of Total Drama, based on the success of another show called The Amazing Race. In that, eight or nine teams of two went to different significant locations in the world and did lots of mini challenges. At the end of each leg, the last team to make it there would be eliminated. As it turned out, they wanted to make a much bigger season with at least twice the amount of teams, and held the party to see if some of the Total Drama contestants would be good to add into the show. And that's why they suggested bringing a guest – if some of the more "interesting" (read: disliked) contestants brought someone along, they could evaluate that relationship and have that guest be asked to compete, too. The show was to be called "The Ridonculous Race".

Alejandro was the one the letter was addressed to, but he read it on the spot. It was the week before he was due to start college. His eyes scanned it carefully, then he looked up at me, a tiny smirk hovering on his lips. "You got your wish." he said.

I blinked. "What wish?"

"You auditioned for Total Drama, and the spin-off wants you and I to be a team." he explained. "Considering Chris wanted to use you, the producers have probably been planning this ever since they figured out you were my sister. The reunion party just gave them other ideas for people to bring back."

I paused, thinking. "So that would mean you and I would be a team on this new show? I don't know how we'd work together. My plans for reality TV are probably very different from yours."

Alejandro shrugged. "Do you want to do it? I'm willing to compromise. How about this – I'll run all my plans by you, and if you don't like them, we can come to an agreement."

I thought about it. "Well, I don't mind doing that. A little bit of mild manipulation isn't too bad. But no more kissing girls you're not interested in. You can flirt if I approve it, but their lips are off limits. Or I promise that it'll somehow get back to Heather."

"What if I go for the cheek, nose, forehead or neck instead?" Alejandro teased. I gave him my most sizzling glare (I have very powerful eyes), and he gave a sigh. "All right. I promise not to go any further than hand-holding with any of the girls on the show."

"Well, you can kiss my cheek, I guess." I said in a fake sighing voice. "But that's it."

The first thing I did after I signed my rights off to the producers was to find an outfit. Since I'd gone for red and black at the party, I once again colour-coordinated my clothes with Alejandro's Total Drama outfit. I picked out a more loose red dress, coming to above my knees, with a waist, which was easy to run in. I paired that with a pair of black leggings that took a few pounds off my thighs, and added black ankle boots with a tiny heel. Finally, I pulled my hair into a ponytail, and looked at myself in the mirror.

"Good enough for racing around the world." I told myself out loud, before hanging up my outfit carefully, ready to wear.

After that, I read through all the rules – and there were a lot more than on Total Drama. We were allowed to pack for the show, but not too much. We were apparently expected to do laundry with river water in provided tubs, so I brought two weeks' worth of underwear and three extra pairs of leggings. Everyone had to wear the same outfit throughout – maybe if it got stained, I could wash it out and then dry it overnight – we were allowed to bring pyjamas. The food would be all cold things like sandwiches, rolls and fruit, but we were allowed to bring money if we wanted to buy hot food or souvenirs, once we'd finished travelling, done the location's challenge and checked in with the host. If we so wanted, we could bring some little devices and a charger, but it would have to be checked before we began filming that none of our devices could get Wi-Fi so we couldn't contact the outside world. I decided to bring my iPod – no way could that get Wi-Fi, and it would be useful on long flights.

I have to admit, we were both a little worried about how to play this game. We both knew there were different rules. Voting wasn't in the game, because each team that got kicked out would be the team that came in last. There were going to be some legs that were non-elimination, the letter said, but we wouldn't know which ones they were until the last team arrived.

The host for this show, a man named Don, had signed the letter below the producer's name. We didn't know what he'd be like, but I was sort of expecting someone similar to Chris.

"It wouldn't take too much to be a more likable host," Alejandro told me. "I mean, even when he seems to like a contestant, he's awful to them, even off-camera. And I know he liked having me around, because I created drama."

"So, how are we going to approach this if we want an edge?" I questioned. "We can't vote. But as I remember, you didn't need voting to take away most of Team Victory. Is there a way to make a team lose fairly that isn't beating them?"

Alejandro thought about it. "It depends on how far you want to go. I promised not to go too far, but you wouldn't be adverse to me making a few little comments that relates to a team's weaknesses, would you?"

I paused. Then I said "Like if a team looked as if they weren't getting along well..."

"I'd probably bring up something that would put them on even shakier ground." Alejandro finished for me. "That was what I meant. Remember when we watched Action? All of the Killer Grips spent a whole episode reminding Gwen that she owed them, causing her to make her team lose and then, when she voted herself off, so did everyone else on her team."

I nodded. "That's true, but what about if there was a really strong team that was getting along? How would we slow them down?"

"Everyone has a weakness." Alejandro said with a shrug. "You probably don't remember when we lived in Japan, but we had a nanny for most of the time when we were young. I used to practice my people skills on the many we had. That's why we got through so many, because I figured out what their weakness was and then used it. That's how I learned to read people, and that means recognizing their weaknesses and strengths. There's always something that will work on them."

I nodded. "Okay. Comments are allowed, but no labouring the point. Doing favours to get favours is okay if we make the other team aware that we expect something in return."

Alejandro nodded as I said this. "That's fair enough." Then he smiled. "It's not as if either of us need to tip the balance in our favour that far. No one can try to vote us off, and we're both strong, fast and smart enough to do well."

Then I froze, thinking of one more thing. "What about..." I cleared my throat as I spoke. "What about eating challenges?"

Alejandro thought about that. "Well, there probably will be one. We might be lucky enough for there to only be one, but if there isn't, we'll just have to deal with it. Don't get too worried – it might just be a question of quantities, and don't forget, I've had to eat Chef's food before. My immunity to disgusting tastes has gone up since the challenge in China."

I nodded. "All right. Once again, you're gonna take the world by storm, and this time, I'm coming too."

Melisa's pretty nervous, as you can tell. Alejandro's not as nervous, but he has some insecurities since this isn't quite the same as Total Drama.

As I mentioned, this is the last chapter I finished before I received writer's block. However, I need to ask a question. I won't go through the whole race. But what about if I do an epilogue, summarizing what happened to Melisa and Alejandro during the race, and the effect it had on their relationship? Let me know, and I'll decide.