A/N Hey everyone! I don't know if there's a line break on here or not, but I just wanna say hi! This is my first time writing a fan fic, and I've recently become obsessed with Total Drama again this summer after forgetting about it for 3 years hehe. This was originally a longer chapter, but I cut it down into two parts, so the premise of the story really comes in Chapter 2. Please review if you like!

Courtney's P.O.V.

I'm sitting comfortably in my chair on the deck of the boat, taking a break from reading Crime and Punishment, the book resting on my lap. I look at my surroundings, noticing the calm sea and breathing in the salt air while the rest of the cast entertain themselves. I could see we were headed back to the very place I so despise-Camp Wawanakwa. Were we seriously going back to that horrible excuse for a summer camp? It figures, since Chris is so cheap—couldn't he afford a different location for us to compete? World Tour was exciting, I have to admit, since we traveled to almost every country in the world. I became more culturally sensitive because of it, and it's something I can add to my college applications when Harvard, Yale, and Princeton accept me. After our 2 month break from World Tour, Chris told us to go back to Playa Des Losers immediately and a boat would take us to the location of season 4 right away. If Chris thinks he can take us to this deserted, waste dump of a camp then he'll be hearing from my lawyers!

My eyes survey the rest of the cast. Everyone from Total Drama was on this boat, mostly doing everything but looking at the run down island. There's Bridgette and Geoff glued to the lips as usual. Seriously, they need to breathe at some point—the question was when. And of course Sadie and Katie are on deck as well, squealing like guinea pigs and oogling at Justin who flashed them his 'winning smile.' Apparently those two dimwits are the only girls phased by Justin, as I seem to recall he lost his sex appeal in Total Drama Action. Lindsay and Beth had dropped him like a fly. What do people even see in that egocentric maniac? Too bad the only good thing about him is that he's not hard on the eyes.

I turn my head to the left to see Beth, Lindsay, and Tyler. Beth is making more friendship bracelets again, and Lindsay is giggling as Tyler does a cartwheel—attempts—to do a cartwheel. With his legs halfway in the air, his hands give away and he falls face first—ouch! I cringe, shaking my head. On the far deck, Heather is snuggling up to a robot Alejandro, whispering something probably evil and twisted in his ear. My heart involuntarily sinks as I think about how Alejandro got in that suit. I should hold a grudge against him, and I'm great at holding grudges. Alejandro's the one who shamelessly flirted with me, only to kick me off in World Tour. I was like putty in his hands, but he didn't deserve to get burned to death. Ha, who am I kidding, that player deserves every last third-degree burn to the core!

Pushing my thoughts away from Alejandro, I spot Harold, Leshawna, Owen, Noah, Izzy, and DJ playing some card game. Harold is awfully close to Leshawna who is struggling to maintain an appropriate distance. Izzy has abandoned the game completely and seems to be having a conversation with herself and 'Explosivo.' Owen is devouring sausage like a whale, Noah is also reading a book, and poor DJ is actually trying to play the game but no one is obviously paying attention.

Next to them, Eva is lifting weights, her face in dead concentration. I spy Cody and Sierra together, Sierra smothering him in hugs and Cody looking for someone to help him. He's so pathetic, if he doesn't like her he should say something! I hear the gentle strumming of a guitar and know it can only be from Trent. I look at him with sympathetic eyes—he must be hurting, the music that floats in the air is so mellow, so yearning, so—

Any feelings of sympathy cease and are replaced with intense hatred as I follow Trent's eyes. I smack myself in the forehead, mentally kicking myself. It wouldn't take a mind reader to know who he was looking at—or what, they don't even deserved to be regarded as human beings after what they did to me!

The backstabbing goth who I thought was my friend and…and…that two-timing, heartless, inconsiderate, relentless, arrogant, womanizer, pathetic excuse for a man—oh not even a man—a NEANDERTHAL—and the most dense and simplest one at that—and not to mention and ignoramus—they both are…together they are…

Sucking Face.

My book slides out of my hands and makes a 'thump' on the floor; my palms are sweaty, and my vision blurs. My hands aren't responding to pick up my book as I sit in place on the chair, the goth girl and the bastard becoming less focused. Suddenly, my brain functions again and I whip away my eyes from my unbearable sight and fix them on my book. Something similar to nausea overpowers me, making me tremble, my mouth turning pasty and my heart accelerating 100 miles per hour.

Vision still blury, I manage to pick up my book and dig my claws into it, digging for dear life. I can't show everyone I'm weak—I just have to wait till I get off this stupid boat. I—

"Hey!" a voice interrupts my thoughts. Oh, it's just Beth. "Why are we passing Camp Wawanakwa? Aren't we competing there?"

Sure enough, Beth was right. We were all passing the dingy island. Maybe Chris wasn't so cheap after all—maybe we were going to a more conducive environment for us to win a million dollars—but then again, it's Chris. Everyone started mumbling as our ship continued sailing by.

Owen stops inhaling his sausage for a couple of seconds. "Ooh, maybe we're going somewhere with lots of food! Lots and lots of food…" Ew he's drooling.

Noah scoffs. "Yeah right, because all the sausages you have aren't enough," he says lazily.

"But they aren't!" Owen insists. He looks at the camp that's sailing by. "I smell…bacon…" He jumps off the boat and starts swimming to camp. "Don't worry bacon, I'm coming for ya!" Looks like we won't be seeing him anytime soon.

Sierra's voice screeches in my ears. Seriously, she has to go. "I don't care where we're going as long as my Cody-kins is here with me," she says, sucking the life out of Cody more. "Right, Cody?"

"Uh, whatever you say, Sierra." Cody glances around for someone to help him, but everyone avoids his gaze.

Heather's haughty voice comes next and I frown. "I don't care where we're going, as long as I deserve my million dollars! If that freak didn't go all Lord of the Rings with the suitcase and drop it in the boiling lava, I wouldn't be here right now!"

A voice from the loudspeaker on the boat jolts everyone up—it's a female voice. "Attention Total Drama rejects!" I would recognize that voice anywhere—lacks authority, spoiled, stuck up—

"BLAINELEY?!" Everyone shouts. The voice on the loudspeaker is clearly annoyed. "Do you people know anything about reality TV? I do the introductions here! Anyway, everyone is to come to the ballroom now, which is right through those double doors, for an important announcement."

Everyone groans. The voice I grew to abhor so much, the douchebag's, speaks up. I don't even have to look at him to envision his idiotic smirk plastered on his face. "And what if we don't? Last time I checked, you don't host the show."

"I'm sure it would make a great news story if a couple of teens from the Total Drama franchise that everyone loves and adores were caught in a freak drowning accident on their way back home…now get down here!"

Apparently everyone is scared of this empty threat as they run though the double doors that leads into the unknown of the boat. As if there's any reason to be afraid! My lawyers would promptly get me out of any unethical and illogical situation that would dare threaten me from this stupid show!

Sighing, I grab my book and head to the double doors. What could Chris be pulling up his sleeve this time?