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 ***

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,”

“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. ***

“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. ***

“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.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">***

“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.

<h3 style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Chapter 2: Katie is Stunned at Her New Job The next morning, Katie got up early, and started her daily routine of walking on the treadmill for a half an hour while reading one of her romance novels. Of course, her roommate Sadie would still be crashed on the couch after staying up all night, watching TV shows.

After walking, she got her shower, and cooked herself breakfast: over-medium eggs, with two pieces of wheat toast, and a glass of Ovaltine. As she grabbed her keys, she fixed her hair as she looked in the mirror.

"New job, here I come," the sweet girl said to herself as she stepped out the door of her apartment.

***

Around the same time, Bridgette was sitting on the white couch in her living room, sipping a glass of coffee. She had been up all night thinking about what Dawn had meant about Duncan Abrahams.

The surfer chick stood up, and decided to call her mother to get the whole thing off her mind.

After a few rings, the sound of her mother's voice began to sooth Bridgette.

"Sweetie, is everything OK?" Ms. Summer's voice sounded before Bridgette could merely say "Hi".

"Yeah, I'm fine," Bridgette said, "I just couldn't sleep last night?"

"Why?" Ms. Summers pressed on.

Bridgette sighed, "I don't know. Maybe the mattress was too lumpy. I'm not really sure,"

"When I come up, we'll go mattress shopping, OK?" Ms. Summers assured her daughter, "Now, have you started unpacking?"

"No, not really," Bridgette said. She had honestly brought up two boxes, went out for dinner at the local dinner, and then had crashed in her bedroom from exhaustion, "I don't start working until Monday, so I have all week to unpack,"

"It's already Thursday, dear," Ms. Summers said, "The week is already half over!"

"I know," Bridgette said, and then checked her watch, "Well, I have to go," she lied, "Love you,"

Before Ms. Summers could reply, Bridgette hung up the phone, and then took another sip of her coffee.

***

At the Price mansion, Lindsay, the youngest daughter, was lounging by the pool, sun tanning.

"Ms. Price?" asked a nearby butler of the mansion.

"Yes?" Lindsay asked, opening one eye.

"Mr. Williams is here," the butler said, and immediately the blonde let out a squeal of happiness.

Soon, the butler disappeared, and soon reappeared with Tyler. The butler left, and Tyler ran towards Lindsay, smiling.

"Hey handsome," the blonde said, standing up, and letting Tyler happily pick her up.

"Hello beautiful," Tyler smiled, and then looked around, "Is anybody home?

Lindsay giggled, "Nope," she said, "Follow me," the blonde then let Tyler back inside, up to her room, where she locked the door, and pushed her boyfriend onto the bed.

***

Bridgette smiled as she walked into the Wawanakwa Daily office.

"I'm looking for a newspaper article, say on Duncan Abraham?" the surfer chick asked the lady behind the counter.

The lady who sat behind the counter had lightly tan skin, and had purple highlights. Her nametag read "Sierra".

"Duncan Abraham?" repeated the receptionist. She became suddenly quiet, and stood up, "I'm not sure we have any articles on that anymore. The police department got rid of all the possible copies,"

"Why would they do that?" Bridgette asked, looking confused.

Sierra shrugged, and then looked to both sides, and then waved a finger at Bridgette, motioning for her to lean closer.

"If you ask me, I think they're trying to cover it up. Something far worse happened than what was actually in the papers. They don't want anyone snooping around," Sierra said, but then leaned back, "But of course, I'm only guessing,"

Bridgette stepped back, taking it all in.

"Well then, thank you for your time," the surfer chick said, and then turned to leave, when all of a sudden, the door swung open, and in ran a young man.

"Anybody knows where the bathroom is?" he asked, as he walked into the office.

"Um," Bridgette said, turning to Sierra, who was looking confused.

"Sorry hon, we don't have public restrooms in here," Sierra said, "Try next door,"

"Darn it!" the young man exclaimed, and then ran out of the building.

Bridgette turned over to look at Sierra, "That was strange, wouldn't you say?" When Sierra nodded, the intrigued surfer chick followed the young man out of the building. ***

Meanwhile at McLean Enterprises, Katie showed up at the front desk, where Courtney was sitting, typing away at her computer.

"Hey Courtney," Katie said, smiling at the receptionist.

Courtney looked up, and looked relieved to see the new intern, "Oh good. I knew you would get the job!" she lied and then stood up from her desk, "Now, I have direct orders from Mr. McLean to send you to your first task for the day,"

Katie followed Courtney down an identical hallway from the one she had led Katie down the day before, and into a room clearly marked "Mail Room" on the door.

"Mr. McLean wants you to sort the mail, and then report back to my desk for your next task," Courtney explained, "Any questions?"

"My first day on the job, and I'm sorting mail?" Katie asked herself as she was escorted into the mail room.

"Part of the job," Courtney advised her.

As Courtney left, Katie sighed, and started sorting the mail from bags, trying to make she believe that this internship was still worth it.

***

Tyler zipped up his track suit, and then smiled at his girlfriend who was lying on the bed in a suggestive pose.

"That was great," Tyler said.

"I know," Lindsay giggled, and then stood up from her bed, "So, what are you doing tonight? Want to go see a movie?"

"Nah, the boys and I are going to shoot some hoops," Tyler said, standing up, and headed towards the door, "Maybe some other time,"

"Oh," Lindsay said, standing back, "Well—"

"Look, I got to go," Tyler explained, and then turned to leave without even saying good-bye, and leaving a distraught Lindsay.

"OK then," the blonde said, sighing.

***

Bridgette walked down the street, trying to find out where the young man had gone to, to use the restroom.

Finally, as she turned a corner, and started heading down another street, she saw the young man stepping out of a gas station across the street from her.

"Excuse me, sir," Bridgette said, crossing the street.

However, the young man wasn't intent on staying put. He saw Bridgette coming towards him, and immediately darted down the sidewalk.

"Wait!" Bridgette exclaimed, and started chasing after him, "I have to talk to you about something!"

But as the young man turned the corner, Bridgette realized that he had vanished, leaving her alone in the middle of the street.

It's only my second day in Wawanakwa City, Bridgette thought, what have I gotten myself into?

Episode 3: DJ Becomes Concerned with Momma DJ
At the Wawanakwa Diner, breakfast, lunch, and dinner were served all day long. You could order roast beef as your breakfast, or French toast as your dinner. It didn't matter to the two owners: DJ and Mrs. Quirell, DJ's mother.

"Momma, order up!" DJ exclaimed from behind the kitchen counter.

Mrs. Quirell, otherwise known as Momma DJ to the customers of the Wawanakwa Diner, whirled around the counter on her old fashioned roller-skates, and picked up the meal.

"Here you go, Mr. Hatchet," Momma DJ said as she sat the meal down at the town sheriff's table.

"Thank you Momma," Hatchet said, and then started to eat his roast beef.

Since it was 10 in the morning, and the breakfast rush had passed, the diner wasn't as crowded. It would get more crowded around noon, when the lunch rush came in.

Sheriff Hatchet was normally the only customer in the Wawanakwa Diner at the time, except for today, when Bridgette was sitting down at a table, nursing a glass of tea, and rubbing her temples.

"You OK, hon?" Momma DJ asked, skating over to where the surfer chick sat.

"I'm fine," Bridgette said, looking up, "Thanks,"

Momma DJ gave Bridgette one more concerned look, and then skated away back over to the kitchen where DJ was taking his break.

Soon the bell dinged, and in walked Gwen, into the diner.

"Morning Hatchet," Gwen grumbled towards the sheriff, who nodded back in response. Gwen took her seat at the counter, but soon changed her mind when she saw Bridgette sitting alone.

"Are you new here?" Gwen asked, taking a seat across from Bridgette in her booth.

Bridgette sighed, and looked up, "Yeah. I am. I'm Bridgette Summers,"

"Gwen," Gwen said, smiling at the surfer chick, "Just Gwen,"

"Don't you have a last name?"

"I do."

Bridgette raised an eyebrow, "What is it?"

"I prefer not to share that information with strangers," Gwen said, smiling, "That is, until I get to know the said stranger,"

Bridgette sighed, and then chuckled at Gwen's dry humor.

"Fine then, I'll tell you a little bit about me," Bridgette said, and then started talking.

***

Meanwhile, in McLean's office, Chris was leaning back in his chair as he listened to his client's testimony.

"And then she just started chasing me!" exclaimed the young man sitting across from Chris, "It was strange,"

"I bet," Chris nodded his head, and then leaned forward, "But now, may I ask you a question?"

The young man nodded, and a scowl formed across Chris's face.

"What exactly are you doing back on Wawanakwa City?" Chris asked, "I thought you left years ago once that Abraham case broke up,"

"I came back to settle some business. I figured I would come to you for some help," the young man said.

"What kind of help are you talking about?" Chris asked.

"I need you to help me with something I just told you about," the young man said, and as Chris squinted his eyebrows in confusion, the young man cleared it up.

"I need you to help me get rid of her,"

***

Lindsay looked both ways on the street, and crossed the street, and walked into Noah's general store.

"Morning Noah," the blonde chirped to the man behind the counter. He gave a small wave, but didn't really look up from his book.

The blonde walked to the back aisles, and looked to both sides before picking up the small package she needed.

***

"DJ," Momma DJ said across the counter, "I think the mail just came. Can you go get it?"

"Sure thing, Momma," DJ said, and then rushed out the door where the mailbox was located. Outside, he grabbed the mail, and then walked back in.

As he walked, he scanned the mail.

Finally, his eyes landed on a certain envelope marked "McLean Enterprises".

"It's a letter from McLean, Momma," DJ said as he walked into the kitchen, where his mom was busy flipping hamburgers.

Momma paused what she was doing, and snatched the envelope from DJ, and ripped it open, and began reading its contents.

"Oh no," Momma said, and then looked up at DJ.

"What is it, Momma?" DJ asked.

"It's nothing," Momma said, returning to her regular state. She then shoved the letter into her pocket, and returned to cooking hamburgers.

And she also left a confused DJ.

***

"Get rid of her?" Chris asked, surprised, "But she's probably just a confused girl,"

"I have a bad feeling about her," the young man said, "And plus, she was in the Wawanakwa Daily office. I overheard her asking Sierra about the Duncan Abraham case,"

Chris's eyes widened, "That's not good. That's not good at all,"

"I know," the young man said, standing up, "That's why we need to get rid of her, before she gets into things way too much,"

"OK," Chris said, turning around, "Now leave. I'll take care of it,"

"One more thing, eh," the young man said, standing up.

Chris rolled his eyes, "What is it Ezekiel?"

"I know about your little scheme. So if you don't help me, you're done," Ezekiel said, and then turned to walk out of the office, leaving a flabbergasted Chris.

***

Back at the Wawanakwa Diner, Bridgette was recounting the day's earlier events to Gwen.

"First he suddenly shows up, and then he disappears," Bridgette said to Gwen, who was taking a sip of her tea.

"Strange," Gwen said, looking confused.

"I think it has something to do with Duncan Abraham," Bridgette said.

Gwen nearly spit out of her tea as she heard the name.

"Duncan—Duncan Abraham?" she sputtered out, "What makes you think that?"

"I'm not sure. But it all just ties together somehow," Bridgette said, "Now, you said you've lived her a long time. What exactly happened with the Abraham case?"

"I'm not sure if I'm the right person to tell you," Gwen said, "But this is what I know,"

Bridgette let out a sigh of relief as she was about to hear something she'd been dying to know.

"A couple of years ago, this kid named Duncan Abraham," Gwen said, "He went to Wawanakwa High School. He was in my class,"

Bridgette nodded, "What about him?"

"Well, he started hanging out with the bad kids in town," Gwen explained, "And they killed someone,"

"Who did they kill?" Bridgette asked, surprised.

"A student at Wawanakwa High," Gwen said, "Duncan and his gang killed him for fun. When Sheriff Hatchet finally caught up with them, the gang was gone, and Duncan was the only one left,"

"He was held on trial,"

Bridgette looked confused, "What happened then?"

"The trial never went on," Gwen paused.

"Why?"

"Duncan escaped from prison," Gwen finished, "And he was never seen again,"

***

"Katie," Chris said, calling the young intern into his office.

"Yes, Mr. McLean?" Katie asked, looking up from her clipboard, "What can I get for you?"

Chris turned around in his swirling chair, and looked at Katie, "I want you to do something for me. Do you think you can?"

Katie nodded almost immediately, "Of course, Mr. McLean,"

"Good," Chris said, "Have you heard of Bridgette Summers?"

"No," Katie said, looking confused.

"Well then hear of her," Chris snapped.

"Why, sir?"

"Find out everything there is to know about her," Chris ordered, and then turned around to look out the window, "Something isn't right,"

Katie looked taken aback, but finally regrouped, "Of course, sir. I can do that," she then turned and left the office, leaving a distressed Chris.

***

Lindsay gasped, and tears slowly began sliding down her face.

Her trembling hands held the stick closer to her face, as she looked at the results for the second time.

Earlier that day, Lindsay had bought a pregnancy test.

And it was positive.