Date: April 2nd 2011
Dear Diary,
Well I can first start off by saying I officially hate Chris McLean. I know I've said this before in the past, and it's surprising that my hatred for him has grown more. After going through rigorous torture and humiliation on national television, you didn't think it could get worse right? Wrong! Thanks to him I just narrowly avoided getting pelted with lava a few mere hours ago, now (get ready...) I'm stuck in a fabulous 5-star hotel in Hawaii (I know right? How can I hate him for that ! Well just wait...) but, I'm stuck with the 23 other teenagers I have spent my last summer and fall with. Not to mention, that includes the horrible new couple that (thanks to paparazzi media) is now dubbed Gwuncan...also, about 20 plus other people that probably hate me...I don't really know who I'm even friends with, except Bridgette, but it doesn't matter. After Chris sorts everything with transportation we'll all be back to our own normal lives. I don't know when that'll be but for right now, I'm just sitting here on my bed pouring out my thoughts onto you, everyone else is exploring the hotel, well almost everyone...
Stopping with that sentence Courtney closed her diary firmly. Not being able to concentrate due to the noise in the next door room she decided that their was no point in continuing to write if she couldn't focus. Courtney took a deep breath trying to clear everything from her mind. She has been listening to the same song over and over for almost about an hour now. She couldn't take it. The noise was a nuisence. Courtney tried some more deep breathing hoping to block the sound out from her. "Can they at least play at different song..." Courtney thought. For every guitar chord being strummed, her temper rose. She was annoyed beyond belief. Her temper was ticking like a bomb, she was almost about ready to just bust through the wall into the next room, and beat the guitarist with their guitar.
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The noise was taunting her. Finally losing it, Courtney angrily got up from her bed and headed to the room next door. She expected that by the time she got back from her "visit", she would never have to here any noise from that guitar ever again. Normally something simple like this wouldn't annoy her, well actually it would, but it wouldn't annoy her to the point where is was about ready to kill the guitarist but Courtney didn't have the same mind-set she had before. Courtney wasn't stupid, she knew she wasn't the same. Every little thing annoyed her, and if someone said one wrong thing she blew up. She was rude. Courtney's cast mates weren't stupid either, when they noticed she was worse then before many of them tried to avoid her more than usual. The only people that wouldn't actually come within 10 feet of Courtney were Bridgette, Geoff, Sierra and Cody. Bridgette was the only one out of the quartet that Courtney considered a real friend, Sierra was always eager to be friends with everyone, Geoff was only around because of Bridgette, and Cody always believed in being nice to everyone (with the exception of Duncan and Alejandro).
You couldn't really blame the girl for who she was now. Total Drama World Tour brought a new side of her. After being publicly humiliated and taunted she just couldn't take it. But Courtney was a strong girl, she could make it on her own. She knew that she just had to keep her head up high. And that's exactly what she did when she aggressively knocked on her neighbors door.
"Oh, hey there Courtney!"
Trent stood against the door frame with a calm, relaxed look on his face. Courtney rolled her eyes, Trent would be the one to spend an hour playing the same guitar chord over and over.
Courtney glared at him. "I normally don't have a problem with guitar players, but when they play the same tune over and over for an hour I'm about ready to lose it. I suggest you stop playing or play something else before I smash your guitar and tie you up with the strings!"
Trent looked slightly hurt. "Well geez Court! If I would have known that it was bothering you that much I would have gone to practice somewhere else. All you had to do was ask nicely...I would have stopped or something...If it really bothers you I'll stop playing. I'm sorry it was bothering you"
Courtney was taken back. Usually when she blew up people just walked (or the better word is ran) away from her. No one has really spoken to her ever since her elimination. She felt a ping of guilt fill her body. She felt bad. At the moment she realized how much of a wreck she had become, she could still take responsibility for how she acted. Yesterday she didn't have to push Harold in the pool or kick Tyler in the kiwis or throw a vase a Noah . Instead of doing all those mean things she could have just went to her room or somewhere else to deal with her irritability. Courtney felt horrible, even though she was a bigger bitch then she was, she could at least control some of her actions. Trent was about to shut the door when she stopped the door with her foot.
"Trent wait!"
He opened the door and looked at Courtney.
"Yes?"
Courtney looked down, and then back up at Trent.
"I'm sorry, I don't mind. Play as much as you want. It's what you love to do."
Trent smiled, "Thanks Courtney, that means a lot."
And it really did, considering how Courtney had been acting lately, Trent greatly appreciated her words.
"Yeah, well...you're welcome." And Courtney started heading to her room.
"Hey Courtney!"
Courtney turned around and saw Trent leaning out of his door.
"Yeah?"
"You know, you can practice you're violin anytime you want, as long you want."
Courtney smiled, "Thanks Trent."
"No probs, I actually like hearing you play. I think that's cool, being able to play the violin."
"Really? People don't usually associate the violin with cool."
Trent shrugged. "Well, my older cousin knew how to play violin and guitar, I remember as a kid I wanted to be just like him. I thought he was the coolest thing in the world. He helped me get started on the guitar, and the rest is history."
Courtney was surprised at that, "Wow. Since you wanted to be like him, what happened to the violin?"
Trent shrugged again. "He went off to collage before he teach me, and I never got around to learn it."
"You know...if you really want to learn, I can teach you."
Trent smiled. "Really? Are you serious? That'd be cool!Can we start tonight? After dinner at 8?"
Courtney smiled back and hesitantly replied"...Sure Trent."
"Awesome! Thanks Courtney."
"You're welcome," And with that she turned back around.
"Hey Courtney!"
Courtney took a deep breath. Control you're actions she thought to herself. She turned around.
"Yeah Trent?
"I like this Courtney better than the mean one."
They both shared a smile and finally went back to their rooms.