Also, before every chapter, I will write quotes that inspired me to write that specific chapter :3

The official note of officialness, which is very official:

This is a completely AU story, in which the TD cast go to the same high school, and they're in the junior jaar :D

I don't own Total Drama. If I did, there would be no drama ^.^

Quote of the chapter: When you're gone, the pieces of my hart-, hart are missing you, Avril Lavigne, 'When you're gone'

Please, enjoy! :D

Gwen's P.O.V

I sat down in the cafeteria, volgende to my friends. Bridgette and Geoff were making out, as usual, Leshawna and DJ were talking abuot something, Leshawna blushing a little and Duncan was carving something in the table, while Cody tried to get away from Sierra, and Trent was writing. Probably a new song knowing Trent.

"Hey Gwen, are u alright?" I looked at Cody.

"Sure. How about you?" I asked, smiling slightly. I knew Cody had a crush on me, but I made it clear to him that I don't like him that way, and honestly, I was fine with being just vrienden with him.

"Great-" He screamed when Sierra started to pull his hair out.

"Oh lookie isn't this cute. The stalker and her pray. Cody when will u admit u prefer guys?" I didn't even bother turning around, since I would always recognize this voice. Heather Chan. Once my best friend, now my enemy.

"Oh lookie isn't this pathetic. Little Heather doesn't have any friends, and needs to come to us to feel better." Duncan shot back, still carving. Heather 'hmphed' and walked away, when we heard principal McClean's voice booming through the speakers.

"Heather Chang and Gwen Saliander, come to my office now." I looked my friends, raising one eyebrow up.

"Gwen, brah, did u do something with that witch?" Asked Geoff, but I shook my head, before standing up.

"I'll fill u in later." I said, walking towards the entry to a hallway where, I knew, was the entry to our principal's office. Once inside, I glared at Heather, and she replied with the same. Our principal, Chris McClean looked at one, then at the other.

"Girls, I told u to come here because," he took a deep breath in, "I wanted u to meet someone." He gestuted towards a man sitting in the corner of the room. The man stood up and turned out to be a police oficer. He had mocha skin, brown hair and black eyes. I gulped, knowing door my experience that if u got in trouble with the police, u were pretty much screwed.

I didn't anticipate he would ask us to sit down comfortably and look at us pitifully. Somehow, being the victim didn't help me much.

"Girls, u might not know me, but I am oficer Rodriguez. I'm sorry I must tell u such dire news, but not telling u would be even worse. Your parents have been foundtoday at central park. They were fragment there, their throats cut In half." He stopped, clearly waiting for our reactions. After a moment, the information dawned upon me.

"No. No, I- I refuse to believe it." I zei standing up, tears welling up in my eyes.

"This isn't happening! Come on, tell me this is some kind of a sick joke of yours." Heather's expression mirrored mine. He shook his head.

"I have to ask u some questions, but I need some privacy for these. I will start with Miss Chang." I risked a glance at Heather, but she seemed numb. Really, she just sat there, looking at the ground. Pity took over me. For the first time, I was in a situation where Heather and I understood each other perfectly. I put my hand on her shoulder in a reassuring manner, then, with a sigh I left the office, trying hard not to cry. I just couldn't believe it. My mother was the only person who truly loved me. Principal McClean looked at me, uneasy, but I couldn't care less. My family was dead. Sure, I only lived with my mother, but I knew my father and my brother Kevin didn't care about me. They were somewhere in Australia, and we didn't keep any contact. One tear escaped my eyes, and was soon followed door many others. I felt somebody pat my shoulder in a reassuring manner. I looked behind me, and saw Heather. She showed me the doors of the office.

"Good luck." I heard her whisper. I came inside. Mr. Rodriguez was inside, sitting at the other side of the principal's desk. When he heard me come in, he gestured the chair on my side of the desk. I sat down, and he sighed.

"I am really sorry for your loss, but I need to know about your background first."

"Well, my parents are divorced, my father and my younger brother Kevin live in Australia..." He noted it down in some kind of a notebook.

"Where did your mother work?"

"At a local 'Tesco'. She was a cashier there."

"Did she have any contact with 's parents?"

"No, I don't think so..."

"Did she have any contacts with any criminals of some sort?"

I could only shake my head.

"If u had the chance to live with your father and brother, would u want to?" He looked up at me.

"No." He looked perplexed door my answer, but noted it down before standing up.

" Now, I have an important phone call to make, so please." He gestured towards the exit, and I went out numbly. I explained to Chris that had an important call, but before I could drown myself in the memories of my mother, went out, and gestured for all three of us to come back in. Heather and I sat on the chairs facing him. He massaged his templates.

"We have two choices. Either u go to a child's home, and wait to be adopted, of u could share an apartment together, and continue your education here." He told us. Heather was the first one to speak up.

"I think I'd rather share an apartment with Gwen then go to a child's house." Her voice was cracked, but in her eyes was the same old determination as always. I pondered. If I'd choose the child's house, I could wait months, even years to get adopted. And if I share an apartment with Heather, I could verplaats out after graduation. The only problem was that I couldn't stand Heather. Better one Heather in one apartment rather than a lot of people like Heather in the child's house.

"I agree with Heather." My voice was raspy and cracked. Mr. Rodriguez stood up.

"Great. We already have one prepared. It might not be what u are used to, and the police will check on u regularly, but it's better than most.. Today, tomorrow and during the weekend you'll take all your belongings there." As we walked down the hallways, now all empty, I decided to talk to Heather.

"Why did u choose sharing an apartment with me, rather than child's house?" I whispered to her.

She looked away and for some moments I thought that she was ignoring me, but then I heard her whisper.

"I though that staying here would make it easier to, u know, pretend that nothing happened."

I stood there, as she walked faster to catch up with Mr. Rodriguez. I sighed. Nothing will ever be the same. I shook my head and followed them.

Hey, what do u think about it? Cool? Weird? Please tell me if it was too OOC.