This is your Right…

Disclaimer: Neither Raven nor Jinks owns TDI. But I do watch it obsessively every Thursday.

Please note that this story was actually written by my sister, and I'm just posting it for her.

Chapter 1: Noah

I remember well my Total Drama Island experience. It sucked. I hated it. Never going back. I would've chosen to have anything to with those people ever again. Unfortunately for poor me, I really had no choice.

I remember when it all started. It was just three weeks after season one of Total Drama Island ended. I was sitting and watching the weather channel on T.V. (Shut up.) My life hadn't been very eventful since TDI. Anyway, it was about to get to the five day forecast (which is what I was really watching it for) when it was suddenly interrupted for a "special report."

The reporter was talking about how a bunch of teens (twenty to be exact) had claimed that they were hearing this strange song running in their heads, telling them that they were going to die. Whenever they did, another attempt on their life was made. Growling, I was about to change the channel, when they started mentioning names. Then I paused.

They mentioned Gwen first, how she had been the first one to hear the song in her head. Then it had been Duncan. Then Owen, Ezekiel, Eva, Izzy, Geoff, Tyler, Beth, Lindsey, Cody, Trent, Justin, Katie and Sadie, Harold, DJ, Leshawna, Bridgette, and Heather (in that order). Courtney and I were the only ones not mentioned.

Shaking, I turned off the TV. What was going on? Was I going to be next? Then I laughed. That was crazy! The fact that those guys were targets for assassination didn't mean anything! And all of those "assassination attempts" may just have been scary and coincidental accidents. I was just letting it go to my head. I had been playing too many online video games.

I should have listened to the entire report. Then I would have been more prepared.

The next day, I was walking to school with an anonymous friend, when my ears were suddenly filled with an annoying song.

"This is your right! That's your right!" a voice sung. Then it stopped.

"What was that?" I asked.

"What was what?" my friend wondered.

"That song!"

"What song?"

I shook my head. "Never mind," I muttered. We were about halfway to the intersection when it started again.

"This is your right, that's your left!" it sung, then stopped. I also stopped.

"You didn't hear that?" I asked my friend. It sounded so clear to me.

"Hear what?" my friend asked. I sighed and we continued walking. I tried to ignore it as it continued again.

"This is your right, that's your right!" I knew what my friend would say if I asked him about it.

We were in the middle of the street when it started again. The tone was just a bit different.

"This your right, you're gonna die!" I stopped walking. Wait a second…

When we were crossing the street, I had seen no car coming. When I turned to my right, a minivan was speeding towards me. The driver had glazed eyes and looked like a mannequin. My eyes widened as it slammed into me.

When I woke up, I was in a hospital on life support, and none of my friends or family was there (Jerks!). One "nurse" (who strangely looked like Chef Hatchet) was the only other person in the room.

"Ah!" the nurse said in a really deep voice (just like Chef Hatchet), "You're-" the nurse stopped and cleared "her" throat and tried again in a fake, high, shrilly, girly voice, "Ah! You're awake! How do you feel, dear?"

"Like I could go dancing through a meadow," I said sarcastically. "How do you think I feel?"

"By the way," Chef Hatchet, I mean the "nurse" said, before "her" temper could get the better of her, "This letter arrived for you. Uh, I don't know what it is."

"She" threw it on my chest and left the room. Weakly, I opened the letter. To my dismay, it was from Chris. It read (exactly like this):

Dear Noah :

You have been humbly requested invited to return to Camp Wawanakwa for a funeral court order reunion of the campers. You have no choice but to have every right not to come, but it would be in your best interest to come. We know understand that you may have been attacked recently, and we (Chef Hatchet and I) want to laugh at help you. Please come.

Signed,

Chris McClain

(P.S. That is, once you get off life support.)

(P.S.S. I am not crazy!)

(P.S.S.S. Come or else!)

I sighed. I guess I would like to know like to know what was going on. I wouldn't be too psyched about seeing everyone again, however. Then again, that song was quite annoying. Plus, I didn't want to die. At least not yet.

So I was going back to Total Drama Island.

This was in Noah's POV, if you weren't able to tell by the title. Next is Courtney. Read and review, or I shall sick my evil shadow upon you! Mwahaha!