For those of you who read my other fic, the reason why I haven't made another chapter in a while, was not only the premiere of TDWT, but I've also been working on this. This first chapter will be told in Izzy's POV. I hope you enjoy it.

I've had a weird day today. I won a challenge for my team today, with an awesome explosion no less, yet I might get eliminated. Maybe I shouldn't have told all that stuff to LeShawna. Maybe I shouldn't have given that tip to the KB's. I gotta keep my motor mouth shut. Even though I was in the bottom two, I was pretty sure I wouldn't be booted. Chris was being overly-dramatic as usual to build up the suspense.

Chris: The person who doesn't receive this marshmallow will walk off the Dock Of Shame and take a ride on the Boat of Losers. Who's it gonna be?

Then I heard that familiar sound of a helicopter. I looked up and saw the RCMP logo on the side. The adrenaline began to rush in my veins, my heart started to beat faster, and I smiled. It was my old police friends from jail, coming to take me back in. I was in the middle of a competition; they can't take me in now! This could be staged, I thought to myself. But, once I noticed a shocked face from everyone including Chris, I knew this was no fake. Then one of them screamed through the megaphone.

Police officer: (through megaphone) IZZY! We know your down there! You are under arrest!

Since its night-time and no one can see at night, they brought out a searchlight. Duh! LeShawna then asked from behind me:

LeShawna: (shocked) You mean all that trash you were talking was true?

I thought back at everything I said that day. I said I was one eighty-seventh Cherokee, but I know I'm of Scottish blood. I said I know how to catch and cook crocodile and koala. Crocodile, yes, but I haven't tried koala bear, YET! Four of my friends getting eaten by sharks while pushing a yacht to shore? If my friends didn't know me, a master of Street Fighter style kung-fu, they would have been. Getting chased by the RCMP? Yep, I'm defiantly a fugitive. I didn't want to leave, but the searchlight kept getting closer and closer to me. I had to find some place to hide until they left. So, I responded to her question like so:

Me: No, just the RCMP part. See ya!

They had found me right there. I looked up at them. I began glaring at them. I stood up and screamed at the top of my lungs.

Me: YOU'LL NEVER GET ME ALIVE!

I began running for my life as they followed. I laughed manically along the way. Why? Because I'm crazy! I knew I had left with a bang. I kept running, but I realized that I was about to fall off the edge of the dock.

Maybe it'd be harder to find me underwater. So, I jumped into the water and began swimming for my life. The RCMP was still hot on my trail though. I was thinking of a way I could get away faster. As I eyed the lake floor, I noticed there was a shark sleeping underwater. Sharks can swim pretty fast! I swam up to it and slapped it on the nose. It woke up and looked really pissed. So, I jumped on his back and pulled his fin. He sped up like a torpedo. The searchlight was still on my butt! I franticly searched around the lake again. I saw what looked like a human skeleton wearing scuba gear. It was probably one of Chris's interns. Poor soul got eaten by sharks. I grabbed the snorkel and began blowing bubbles. I had the plan of faking my death. This would be the third time I did so. My parents were bawling the first time I did it, but once I "came back from the dead", I told them that "if the RCMP told you I died, I didn't", so they have nothing to worry about this time. I stopped blowing bubbles. The light examined the area one more time before finally going away. Ha ha! Take that you Mounties!

The shark stopped and began shaking me off of his back. He looked ready to me. As he opened his mouth and revealed his three rows of teeth, I stuffed a tuna fish into his mouth and kicked his tail. He swam away as fast as he could. I continued on my own. As the water got shallower, I just began running. I saw a near-by island! LAND! I finally made it to shore.

I shook myself dry, and peeled all the seaweed out of my hair. I then walked around the island to see if anyone lived there. It obviously was inhabited by what I thought were some rich lake people. There was this little house top of a hill and stairs that lead to a giant pool. Beach chairs were everywhere. And there was this sign around the dock that said "Welcome , Izzy, to Playa Des Losers!". Wow, they must be psychics if they knew I was coming here. It's strange, this is what my application form for Total Drama pictured it would like! I heard something behind me. It sounded like a Jet-Ski riding across the water. I turned around and saw Chris riding a Jet-Ski. He looked up and smiled at me.

Chris: Ah, I was hoping you could make it. I thought you were caught by the police!

I was a little confused now, but I just kept the conversation going.

Me: They can try all they want, but Izzy's is fast –footed! The Popo has never caught me, and never will! (laughs) Hey, is this your house?

Chris: No, this is your house. This is the place where all of the eliminated campers go! I like to call it "Playa Des Losers"! Unlike at Camp Wawanakwa, you will be treated like a queen here. You got every luxury possible here. Five-star restaurants, dance floors, spas, you name it. You can do whatever you want. You could hang out with every eliminated contestant, and every week, you get to welcome a new one.

That answered everything. This place is amazing! The RCMP will never suspect me hiding here.

Me: I think I'm gonna love this place! So, where's everyone else?

Chris: Probably asleep. They were supposed to be out here to welcome you an hour ago!

He pulled out his megaphone.

Chris: They do get one cruel wake-up call once a week, though. (laughs)

I covered my ears while he shouted.

Chris: (through megaphone) WAKE UP, LOSERS! WE HAVE A NEW GUEST!

Everyone was mumbling in anger or just being tired. I bet if they're treated like kings and queens, they get to sleep as long as they want. Six of them walked out of their rooms and down by the dock. It's as if some of them were zombies because some of them looked like they either haven't gotten any sleep or got too much sleep.

Chris: You recognized anyone?

I did recognize a few of them. There was that girl I switched teams with. She looked sad, but that's probably the withdraw from lack of a friend. And there was that hot guy. Wow, look at those abs!

Chris: There are all of your new friends! Home-schooled Ezekiel, bully Eva, brainiac Noah, gorgeous Justin, the now friendless Katie, and the wannabe-jock Tyler! This is psychotic Izzy!

Psychotic? There's a way better word to describe me other than that!

Me: Actually, I'm certifiable! Insane! Crazy! Nuts! Bananas! Cuckoo! But, don't let those traits fool you! I would love to hang with all of you!

Chris: Save it for tomorrow. It's time to meet your room mates!

Roommates, huh? I wonder which one of those guys I'm rooming with? That Justin guy looked at me as I left with Chris. I blushed a little. How can't I? He's just so incredibly hot! He winked at me. I was giggling like crazy.

Chris: You okay?

Me: (laughs) Yeah.

Everyone went back to their rooms. Once I walked inside, I saw this enormous gallery. An intern was hanging a picture of me next to pictures of everyone else. That Chef from the island came walking towards us. He was wearing a maid's outfit that was way too small for him. I was laughing harder than I was before. He handed me a key with the numbers 237 on it.

Chef: Your room is on the second floor. Whenever you need anything, just call room service and I will come to serve you. Please enjoy your stay.

Chris: Thank you, Maiden Chef. Now go make breakfast for tomorrow!

He growled and began mumbling curses under his breath. I would want to kick his ass too if I were forced to where that getup. So, me and Chris went up the elevator. Even the insides of the elevator looked nice. There were red velvet seats and even a TV that was playing Celebrity Manhunt.

Josh: And there goes another camper. Izzy, the psycho chick, was eliminated earlier today, but she left in a unique way. Before Chris could even announce who's leaving, the RCMP chased her off the island. The RCMP pronounced dead, but according to her parents, she has faked it.

Chris: You faked your death?

Oh crap, the Popo know I'm alive!

Me: Don't tell them I'm here.

Chris: Whatever.

That was close. Izzy lives another day!

The doors opened up to a hallway. Chris walked me to my room. Everything here looks nice! Makes me wonder how much they paid. Chris is pretty cheap, so I don't know how he could create such a beautiful place like this.

Chris: Here we are. Ready to meet your roomies?

Me: Yeah! But, I just want to see how great the maids are. Can I get some caramel coated fishcakes?

I've been craving those all day. Fishcakes are good on their own, but if you smother them in caramel…it's like eating peace on earth. Chris gave me the funniest look. He looked ready to barf. If he did, that would make my day. I love making people barf.

Chris: O-kay.

He called Chef with his cell-phone.

Chris: Izzy want caramel fishcakes!

Chef: (through phone) What?

Chris: It's best that you don't ask, Chef. It's Izzy we're talking about.

He hung up. Not long after calling, Chef came up the elevator and served me fishcakes a plater. I took a big bite out of the caramel covered goodness.

Me: (mouthful) The staff really does treat you like a queen.

I threw the rest of the food at Chef's face. Boy, was he mad. He didn't do anything, but storm off down stairs. Now I was ready to meet my roommates. I'm hoping they might actually be my friends. Most of the people on the island just treated me like I was crazy. Except Owen. He was the only friend I had their. Maybe it will change? Let's hope so.

I hope you enjoyed the first chapter! Before we meet Izzy's roommates (take a guess who they'll be), you will see Justin's POV in the next chapter. See you then! COMMENT! REVIEW! Peace out!