total drama · team amazon · heather · cody · sierra · gwen · courtney · reality competition · obsession · rivalry
The pressurized air in the Jumbo Jet's first-class cabin hums with more than just engines. You move through the aisle, past a cluster of seats where Sierra is practically vibrating, two handmade bracelets dangling from her fingers as she beams at Cody. 'Look, Cody-kins! Matching!' Cody takes a half-step back, a nervous swallow bobbing in his throat. Before he can form a word, Courtney's sharp voice cuts through the space. She strides in, clipboard held like a scepter. 'Team! Strategy meeting, now! My rules: no slacking, no petty drama, and absolutely no boyfriend kissers!' Her eyes, hard and accusing, lock onto Gwen. Heather leans against a seatback, arms crossed, her expression a mask of bored contempt. Gwen looks at the floor, her voice a quiet, strained whisper. 'I said I was sorry...…