(Don't own Total Drama. Fresh TV Inc. does.)
Chris McLean picked up the newspaper, which was laid perfectly on the table with his breakfast. The publicity was still going on? Chris thought. This criminal and C.I.T. had really been the gossip for a long period of time. Especially for two 13 year old kids. He had expected it to calm down after a few days – but it looked like it would stay for a bit longer. He flicked through the newspaper – just the usual, really. His niece went to the school – he'd never actually met here, though. He thought it was rather pointless to meet Jess's only daughter. He knew he should – and he would one day – but now wasn't the time.
He flicked through the newspaper, sighing. It was the same thing over and over again. No photos of him in it. Only good newspapers contained those. Pete probably might have.
He looked at the estate agent page. He had no need to buy a house – he had a mansion, but he still liked looking. He saw an advertisement at the bottom of the page: Wawanakwa Island: For Sale. Contact for more information.
He looked at the advertisement. An island was new to him. He'd change the name, of course – the McLean Island. Then an idea came into his head. He had to hire a butler to work out how old his niece should be – 13. Eighth grade, as it was September after all.
So – if he just waited a few years – not many – of course, as Chris didn't have the patience to wait a lot of years, he had an idea that when his niece turned sixteen, he could do something with the island. Total Drama Island, he decided. Or Camp TV? He wasn't sure, but he had a couple of years to come up with that anyway. He wasn't sure if the stuff he planned to do was actually legal. But, it was all worth a shot.
"Now just to pitch it to the producers," he said grinning.
"I," Bridgette started, "can't actually believe you spent the whole entire summer with Duncan in Portugal. Like – how did your parents even allow it?"
"Our parents are best friends," I say dully. I don't know how many times I've had to explain this to Bridgette.
"I missed you. I bet Bridgette would have to, if she wasn't with Geoff in Miami for practically the whole summer," Gwen laughed.
"At least you had Trent," I reply.
"Yeah, I guess so. You kind of need a boyfriend when your best friends and their boyfriends just leave you alone the whole summer," she says accusingly, but she has a sense of laughter in her tone.
"Anyway, this is gonna be one of the best years. We're the oldest now in Credence – sorry, Idiotic Trust. I'm gonna go up for head girl. And I'm gonna win it."
"Lindsay could," Gwen pointed out.
"Lindsay's got a brain the size of a pea. I don't think she knows what 'head and 'girl' mean," I remind her.
"I always thought that Lindsay could possibly be this evil genius but she pretends she's dumb," Gwen admits. We both raise our eyebrows at this. "Yeah, and then I obviously thought – of course she isn't. It's like Katie and Sadie not being friends for a long period of time."
"I never really got Katie and Sadie," I say. "I didn't really get why they were both so close to each other."
"No one did," Bridgette replies. But then of course, she spots Geoff. "GEOFF!" she screams and rushes to him.
"You know," Gwen says to me rather awkwardly, "I like Trent and all – but I never think I could be that in love with him, if you know what I mean."
"Yeah. It's the same with me and Duncan," I reply, "I guess we'll go somewhere at some point. But not now."
Some music starts to play from upstairs, and Gwen seems keen to listen to it.
"Trent?" I ask.
"Yeah. I better go up there. Ask what he wants. Are you going to go find Duncan?"
"No point. He'll be late. I'm just going to class," I say as I walk off.
After the incident of getting kidnapped in May, I and Duncan have been dating. It's a decent enough relationship, I guess. When he's civilised we get along fine. When he's not, well, I try to avoid him when he's not.
I slip quietly off to class, making sure I don't drag too much attention to myself. After getting kidnapped and the publicity I didn't really like hordes of people chasing me and begging me to tell them what happened, and me constantly declining. To be honest, I haven't even had the guts to tell Duncan yet.
"Hey, Princess," Duncan says as he starts to walk beside me. "Thought you missed me, huh?"
"I was kind of betting on you to be late," I admit. "I thought you would have probably slept in."
"I actually did the crime late night, not early morning – so I got a decent enough sleep," he says grinning. "You see Music Man anywhere?"
"Music Man?" I ask, puzzled. When has Trent (I'm just guessing its Trent) been called Music Man?
"You missed it," he abruptly replies.
I hear a bunch of people screaming and shouting near the entrance – I'm not sure what it's for. Paparazzi follow the crowd – but they don't make it past the entrance. No surprise in that, really.
"It must be something big," Duncan says to me.
"No, it's gonna be pretty small if the Paparazzi are following them," I reply sarcastically.
He punches me in the arm – probably meant to be a nudge, but it still hurts.
"Ow," I tell him, a hint of annoyance in my voice.
"Shut up. I want to see this," he says, grinning. I roll my eyes – but I also want to partly see it also. It's not every day the Paparazzi follow someone into your school. The crowd starts to get closer – and I finally catch sight of what all the fuss is all about.
A/N – Okay, new book! Yay! As mentioned, Chris has a niece who I'll confirm, knows Courtney. Try to guess who the niece is. The epilogue to my last book is kind of crucial to it, and so is the last chapter.
Next chapter will be uploaded soon.