The Young and the Dramatic: Season One

The Young and the Dramatic, is a soap opera, posted every weekday on Fan-Fiction.net, based on the Total Drama series. It features characters from the Total Drama universe, living in a small town called Wawanakwa City as they deal with their dramatic deeds. The story is written by Reading10.

Episode 1: Bridgette Moves to the City
“Are you sure you want to do this?” asked Ms. Summers as Bridgette loaded the last box into her Jeep.

Bridgette sighed as she shut the door.

“Yes Mom, I’m sure,” Bridgette said, “I’m 25 now. I’m pretty sure I can start making my own decisions,”

Ms. Summers sighed, “Well, I’ll be sure to come visit you every weekend, OK?” she asked while she ran a finger through the surfer chick’s blonde hair.

“OK,” Bridgette smiled at her mother, “But don’t feel like you need to, OK?”

“Got it,” Ms. Summers said, and then checked her watch, “Well, you should get going. You told the landlord you would meet him at 2:00. It’s nearly noon, and you’ve got a pretty decent drive ahead of you,”

Bridgette nodded, and then gave her mother a hug. “I’ll miss you, Mom,”

“I’ll miss you too,” her mother said as they departed, “Try not to make any stupid decisions, got it?”

“Got it,” Bridgette said, and then got into her car. She started the engine, and then pulled out of her driveway—well, her mother’s driveway now, and with a single wave, she started down the road.

At McLean Enterprises... McLean Enterprises was busy at the moment, as young interns lined the hallways, waiting to be interviewed by the boss for the job. One intern, Katie Stars, was eagerly sipping her water from her water bottle, while she sat in the lobby.“Katie Stars?” called out the receptionist at the desk, as she stood up.

“That’s me,” Katie said happily as she stood up as well.

“Follow me,” the receptionist said, and led Katie down a hallway past the desk. As she walked, the receptionist started talking, “Now, I’m Courtney Jones, Mr. McLean’s secretary. Here are some tips: don’t get nervous. Mr. McLean can smell fear,”

Katie gulped.

“Really?” she asked, sounding concerned.

Courtney chuckled as she stopped at the door at the end of the hallway, “No. I’m only joking,” however, then she put on a straight face, “Well, I could not be,”

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">“Here’s Mr. McLean’s office,” Courtney said, knocking on the door, “Good luck,”

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">As Courtney started to walk away, Katie watched as the door slowly slid open, revealing a very dark office.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">“Come in,” purred a voice.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Meanwhile, at the Local Paint Store... “Damn it,” Gwen groaned as she dropped another paint jar again.<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">“Next time, try not to spill the stupid paint jar, Gwen!” snapped a voice from behind the main counter.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">“Yes Heather,” Gwen said, looking back to her manager. The Goth then went to get the dust pan and broom from the supply closet, and started to lament on why she had ever chosen to get a job at the local paint supply store.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Especially since Heather Carmichael was the manager.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">When Gwen returned to the front of the store, she was surprised to see Heather talking to her boyfriend, Alejandro, at the main counter. She groaned, knowing that Heather was always nagging on her about getting to work, but then wasted time talking to Alejandro.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">“Hypocrite,” Gwen muttered, as she bent down to clean up the shards of the paint jar.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">“Gwen,” Heather’s voice rang out again.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Gwen stood back up to see Heather standing behind her with her hands on her hips.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">“Take my shift,” Heather said, “I have a date tonight,”

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">“But—“Gwen said, trying to interrupt the evil manager, but was then interrupted.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">“If you don’t want to take my shift,” Heather said, “Then you can just find another job. Got it?”

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Gwen sighed, “Yes Heather,” she said, and then watched as Heather walked out of the store with Alejandro, leaving the Goth to cover Heather’s and her own shift.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Elsewhere, at Alcatraz Lane Apartments... “This is the apartment,” said Dawn as she showed Bridgette her new home. It was a lavish two-bedroom apartment with neon green walls, giving it more of a retro look. It was fully furnished with white furniture, giving Bridgette a weird vibe.<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">“It looks nice,” Bridgette said happily.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Dawn turned back around to face the surfer chick, “You must be new in town. I’m Dawn,” she said, holding out a hand.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Bridgette gladly shook it, giving Zoey some confidence.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">“This a really quiet town,” Dawn said, “Wawanakwa City doesn’t really get that much attention anymore,”

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">“What do you mean “anymore”?” Bridgette asked, looking confused.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Dawn sighed, “Well, ever since that big scandal got covered up, it’s been rather quiet around here. I hear Duncan Abraham is still out there though,”

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Bridgette’s eyes widened, “What are you talking about?”

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">“Oh, nothing,” Dawn said, waving it away, “Just some big murder case that was wrapped up by the police department years ago,” the moonchild then walked towards the door, “I’m right down the hall if you need anything, OK?”

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">As Dawn left, Bridgette was left to ponder what she really meant. Back at McLean Enterprises...“I’m Katie Stars, sir,” Katie said, taking a seat across the desk from Chris McLean, the owner of McLean Enterprises.<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Chris nodded, “I understand you want the job of intern around here, huh?”

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">“Yes sir,” Katie nodded her head, and then pulled paper out of her folder, “Here’s my resume, sir,”

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Chris waved it away.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">“Oh, there won’t be any need for that, Ms. Stars,” Chris said, crossing his arms.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">“Why is that?” Katie sounded confused.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">“Because you’re hired,” Chris said, “Now report to my office tomorrow morning 9:00 a.m., sharp. We’ll start you salary at say, $20.00 an hour, OK?”

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Katie was stunned at the lavish treatment she was getting. She stood up, still amazed, “Thank you sir! Believe me, I won’t disappoint you!”

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">“That’s nice,” Chris said, “Now please feel free to tell Courtney at the desk that the spot’s been filled, and then she can come see me now,”

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">The sweet girl then left the room, feeling confident, but still confused at Chris’s motives.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">As Katie left, Chris waited for a few minutes before Courtney walked back in.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">“You called, sir?” Courtney asked.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">“Lock the door behind you,” Chris said, pulling out a bottle of wine and two glasses, “I think some celebrating is in order,”

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Courtney did so, and then giggled, “Oh, sir, why is that?”

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Chris chuckled, and popped open the bottle of wine.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">“Because everything is going according to plan,” Chris said, chuckling.