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Total Drama Porn Story: Not Too Long Ago – Chapter 3

Total Drama Porn Story: Not Too Long Ago – Chapter 3

Hey everybody!! So yeah I’m writing this again. I’m what you call a yo-yo writer. I only update stories that have been sitting around for a month. Plus it’s incredibly hard for me to write this story considering before I started there was no TDA, so everythings a little messed up. Oh well, TDA never happened. So there.

Normal POV

“Wait…what?” Lisa asked.

Izzy tsked. “It’s quite simple really. Duncan’s dad was a cop. Him and/or his partner tased Courtney’s half-brother, which led to him dying of related injuries. Courtney’s biological father went after the two cops in rage and tried to kill them. He only half-succeeded, he killed Duncan’s dad’s partner and wounded Duncan’s dad. Taylor mentioned this in the class when she was talking about criminals, which led to Duncan asking her what that meant, her explaining and Duncan wondering about it. He then asked his Dad about it hypothetically, and he said it wasn’t a problem hypothetically…” Izzy trailed off. “Hypothetically.” She repeated again.

“Wait…what?” Lisa asked.

“Long story short,” Courtney said, “my dad shot Duncan’s dad and put him in a wheelchair.”

“Oh. That’s easier to understand.” Lisa said. Everyone looked at Izzy.

“What? I’m just excited!” Izzy exclaimed.

“Why?” Cody asked.

“My daughter’s coming tomorrow!” She said, buzzing.

“You have a daughter?” Trent asked increduously.

“You’re married? To who?” Owen asked. Even though Izzy and Owen hadn’t been together since Total Drama Island and he was married, Izzy was still a sore topic with him.

“Yes, yes and I’m not telling!” Izzy said, still giving off some sort of sugar buzz.

“You have a daughter! That’s wonderful. What’s her name?” Bridgette asked, elbowing Geoff when he mentioned something about “demonic spawn.”

“Isabella the Second. We call her Thing Two! Me being Thing One of Course.” Izzy squealed.

“Who’s your husband?” Lindsay asked, trying to be polite.

“I’m not telling.” Izzy said folding her arms across her chest. “That will be explained towards Prom.” There were several groans at the mentioning of Prom.

“Okay then… back to the story.” Heather said.

(Courtney Perspective)

Courtney waved good-bye to Lisa and Duncan. Besides English, she only had one other course with Duncan, which was later that afternoon, and Lisa was in regular classes for her grade level in everything besides English.

She stepped into her history classroom. God, she hated History.

She noticed one empty seat towards the back of the classroom, but reaching it would mean braving Taylor and her crowd. She groaned, and made her way to the back of the classroom.

This was not undetected by Taylor. “Hi Courtney!” She said.

“Hi Taylor.” Courtney said, faking a smile.

“I hope you don’t mind but I told your boyfriend about your criminal daddy.” Taylor said.

“First,” Courtney said, “Duncan is not my boyfriend and-“

“What was the name of the alive cop?” Taylor interjected, trying to make Courtney uncomfortable.

“Aaron James. Secondly, I don’t care.” Courtney said. Suddenly it clicked. Duncan’s last name is James. His dad is a cop. He asked Taylor about it. He must’ve figured it out before I did. Instinctively, Courtney’s hand reached to cover her mouth.

“It looks like you care now.” Taylor said, smugly.

“My dad… shot… Duncan’s dad.” Courtney choked out.

Taylor looked up, as if thanking God, “This just keeps getting better and better.”

“Stop teasing her!” One of the girls in Taylor’s group said.

Courtney looked towards the girl that had temporarily saved her. She gasped. “Heather?”

(Heather’s Perspective)

“Heather?” Courtney said, gasping.

Taylor looked towards the leader of the group. “A friend of yours?” She asked.

“No, anything but. We met at camp and we never got along well. We sort of hate each other. From now on, I’m the only one that can bully her.” Heather glared. Then she winked at Courtney when everyone had been distracted.

“Thanks.” Courtney mouthed.

“Act like you hate me.” Heather mouthed back.

“Easy.” Courtney mouthed, smirking. Heather glared. When Courtney noticed that everyone was paying attention to her, she started her act. She placed her hand on Heather’s desk and smirked wickedly. “By the way Heather, nice hair.” She said sarcastically, walking towards the back of the room. Heather reached up to grab her hair subconciously. Her hair had miracously grown back, but it was a whole four inches shorter.

“What does she mean by that?” Taylor scoffed. “I love your short hair! It’s very chic.

“Long story.” Heather. “A very long story.”

The minute the bell rang she bolted up, uneasily. Taylor and everyone stared at her weirdly. “What’s up with you today?” asked Taylor.

Heather sighed as she noticed Courtney leave the room undetected. At least she’s safe. “Nothing’s up.” said Heather. “Why is something wrong?”

“You just seem… different today.” Taylor said, almost inspecting her.

“Oh, I know!” Heather said. “I switched my conditioner. It must be making me a little light-headed.”

“Been there, done that!” One of the groupies exclaimed.

“Oh, I know right?” Another one said. Heather was thankful she was friends with such idiots.

“Well I better be off to class!” She said as the second bell rang.

“What do you have?” Samantha, Taylor’s personal lackey asked.

“Film study!” Heather shouted back. Which is kind of weird… I never picked Film Study as an elective.

She hurried up the stairs to the second floor until she got to classroom 222. Under the numbers someone had put up simple sign: Film Study.

She opened the door and gasped. There in the room were the 21 people she never wanted to see again.

“So that makes everybody.” Noah said.

“I never even knew we all went to the same school.” Bridgette said, kind of confused.

“I guess Chris made sure of that when he picked our auditions.” Ezekiel said. “I was always kind of confused that they picked me, cause they said they picked the twenty-two most interesting people they could find.”

“No, you’re interesting!” Leshawna said. “In an… uninteresting sort of way.”

“Wait hold on!” Heather shouted. Everyone stared at her. “How many of you picked Film Study as an elective?” Nobody raised their hands.

“That’s what I thou-” Heather started, but choked on some of the smoke filling the room.

There was coughing coming from all over the room. “Izzy…” Gwen started.

“It wasn’t me I swear!” Izzy said. It’s true it wasn’t me… my shock collar didn’t go off!

“Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to Film Study!” said a booming voice through the smoke. The smoke cleared slowly.

Heather opened her eyes and groaned. Okay, make that 22 people I never wanted to see again.

At the front of the room stood Chris, smiling widely at them. “Amid my many degrees and accomplishments,” Chris’s voice rang out clearly, “my teaching degree is the one I’m most proud of.”

There was a huge thud as DJ fainted.

Haha! Bet you all saw that coming! But oh well, ’tis the life of a predictable writer.

-Pursuit

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