Thoughts Of The New Total Drama Fresh Meat. Part 1 

 I couldn't believe I'd actually even think about joining this, Deathtrap. But.. It was better than babysitting annoying little brats for miminum-wage. 
  Bur, Hey? Maybe I could actually have fun—Or Not—. 
 
 "Hey, Nikki." A boyish voice squeaked. 
I glanced down and saw My little, Brother Sammi. His teal, knickente, blaugrün eyes glistening with tears. 
 Sammi and I were Mehr close than anything could ever be. Even though he was only 4, He knew Me and My parents didn't get along. They wanted me to do my best in school. I could've cared less about school. They wanted me to Harvard. I wanted to become an Artist in music. 
 As, Du can see.. They want the opposite of what their daughter wants. So, Yeah.. Bad Mix.
  "Yeah, Sammi?" I kneeled down onto the glassy floor of Seattle International Airport and looked right into those Big curious teal, knickente, blaugrün eyes. 
  "I'll be rooting for you." He smiled lightly. 
 I Tried to resist rolling my eyes. He knew I hated mushy moments like these. 
  "Thanks, Sam." I presses my Dark Blue lips against his forehead and ruffled up his Black shaggy hair. 
  "See ya in awhile." I whispered in his ear before standing up and giving my mom and dad a simple nod. 
  "Goodbye." They both sagte in unision. 
I snatched my Black Suitcase and started for Flight 7, To Ontario. The bored tone signaled for everyone to board Flight 7. 
  
  My nerves started to go haywire. I absolutely hated flying on planes. My mind started to flutter to the possibilties of the plane crashing into a deserted island and Myself not being capable of seeing Sammi again. Or, The plane just exploding in mid-air and everyone burning to death. Or— 
   "Excuse me?," A Plane Assistant asked annoyed. "Do Du want some peanuts?" 
  I shook my head a little before replying with a simple,"Sure." Man, I feel like a druggie. 
  "Nikki Stone, Would Du please come up to the Pilot Section of the plane?" A  voice announced from the innercom. 
 Confusion fled through my head; Even my veins for an odd reason. 
 I stood from my sitz and struggled to squeeze through a Fat man and his greasy bucket of chicken. 
  "Would Du move?!" I snapped. The Fat man's eyes widened and his grease infested face looked like my Aunt Lessy yakked all over it. He finally stood up and switched his seats with a Nerve-Strucken woman. 
  I moped all the way to the Pilot's Section and slip open the Small compartment. 
  "Um.. Du announced?" I cocked a Pierced eyebrow and leaned against the small wall. 
  "Yes! And Welcome," The man in a pilot uniform turned around in his sitz and smiled widely. "To Total Drama Highschool! With, Me. Chris Mclain as your host." 
 I could tell Von the smirk on that Owen Wilson face that Chris was trouble and there was no way of getting out of this. 
  "Um, Can I get a ride back home—?" I suggested. He laughed mockingly and shoved me into a Ruffled bag. 
  "Hey!" I shreiked. The tying of a knot secured me to be unable to Bewegen my Feet and arms. 
 I groaned. 
 How worse could this get?