Summer Oaks: a regular small, peaceful resort-town in southern Oregon; it has friendly people, a low crime-rate, a moderately-successful tourist industry, and a growing reputation as one of Oregon's best surf-spots. However, the beaches have few people today due to one simple factor: summer vacation has ended.

After 104 days of sun, fun, and mischief, the children and teenagers who spent so much time forgetting what they learned in school were heading back to the educational facility's where they hate to be...usually. Most of these teenagers and children have lived in this town for practically their whole lives, but this year, some new teens will be joining the others at Summer Oaks High, the town's only high school.

Some of them did not want to move here, and some of them see this as a new chance. However, our story does not yet start with them; instead, it starts with a local teenager and high-school football-player named Tyler Doucette.

It was September 1, 2013 and a thin layer of fog covered Summer Oaks. Within the fog, Tyler was walking towards school, trying to find a bus. Tyler had visited Palatine Hill to see his girlfriend, but he ended up missing his bus and was forced to walk own the long highway to Summer Oaks High. He had more or less given up on finding a bus when one of them stopped right where he was walking and opened its door. Tyler was quick to hop on, but he missed a step and landed flat on his face, again. He rose and apologized to the driver for the way he acted before moving slowly through the bus, which had started picking up speed. While walking, Tyler noticed that this bus had people he had never seen before. Some of the people looked at him with friendly expressions, while others kept to themselves or didn't notice.

Tyler sat by a girl that he thought look friendly and sweet; a person longing for popularity. Being nice Tyler went up to the girl to make some conversation.

"Hey there, my name is Tyler Doucette. What about your's?"

"Beth. Beth Colwell. My parents and I just moved from a small town in the middle of Iowa."

"Iowa... must be a long ways from here. So Beth, what brings you to Summer Oaks?"

"My parents wanted to move here for job opportunities. They also wanted me to leave my past and start all over in a new town. I don't have any friends in my old home and I'm really hoping to make some here."

Tyler felt some sympathy for the girl; he didn't have very many friends when he was younger either. "You don't have any friends? I am so sorry for you Beth. Not having anyone to-"

"Oh Tyler! Will you be my friend please. Please! Please! O, pretty please?" Beth asked the jock.

Tyler chuckled at her enthusiasm. "Calm down, Beth. First, we must set some ground rules that I have with-" Tyler was about to tell Beth his requirements on being his friend, but she was talking too fast.

" I will do anything for you. I'll clean your house, eat your food and feed it to you and I will even-"

Tyler was taken aback slightly by her apparent desperation. He looked up and noticed a guy waving his hand to join him. Tyler left Beth and waled up two seats and sat with a guy that was tall, slim, dark skinned and had black spiky hair (like in a gel-style of a way).

"Before you even ask who I am, the name is Mike. Mike Little-Eagle."

Tyler smiled and shook Mike's hand. "Nice to meet you Mike. Name's Tyler Doucette."

"Nice to meet you, Tyler. So have you lived in this town your whole life?"

Tyler nodded in conformation. "Yup, born and raised in Summer Oaks. Have you lived here before, or did you also move here recently?"

"No. This is my first time seeing this town. You seem to want to know more about me. So listen to me what I am about to tell you:

' I was born and raised in Kamiah, Idaho on the Nez Perce reservation. My mother is pure Nez Perce while my father is Swedish and Italian. I could only speak my native language until I turned 4. When my 4th birthday came, I started going to school and I learned the English language. I was a good student and I became the only member of my tribe who could speak both the English and Nez Perce languages under the age of 21. The Nez Perce honored me and taught me how to hunt, do archery on horseback and foot, fighting with tomahawks and so forth. However, my life almost ended as quickly as it came.

'When I was 7, I was walking down the road, just enjoying being and outside and looking at the stars. It was a beautiful night, and I wasn't paying any attention to where I was going. Suddenly, a bright light shined and I remembered nothing. What happened, as my tribe later told me, was that a drunk driver ran off the road and hit me head-on. The tribe told me that I would have died had an elderly couple not found me in a pool of blood. They carried me back to the tribe and fixed me up as best they could before a tribal shaman placed a dreamcatcher over me. Everyone stayed up though the night, hoping that I would survive. The next mourning, the shaman who helped me said that I would recover in time, but never be the same.

'Time slowly came and I managed to recover. However, something about me was different, though I never found it. My family stayed on the reservation until the same shaman said that if I moved away for a few years, I would come back with honor and glory for my tribe. We went on the road, city after city, until we finally came to the place where the shaman predicted: Summer Oaks."

Tyler was quiet the whole time, never saying a word. He had a lump in his throat after hearing the story; it really touched him.

Excuse me for a moment..." Tyler said as he left. He didn't want Mike to see the tears fall from his eyes. He rose up and walked a seat behind Mike and sat down.

"Do you need to use my handkerchief?" asked a female sitting by him.

Tyler just about jumped out of his skin. His tears were bad that he didn't notice the Indie Chick sitting next to him. She seemed to be a cultural person, always wanting to go a different way. Wearing her hair in a style that most girls at Summer High would not touch, listening to Lorde, Adele, and Indna Menzel when most girls listened to the hottest boy bands out there today.

"Do you need to use my handkerchief?" she asked once more.

"No, No, but thanks for the offer. Sorry, my eyes are pretty wet this mourning." Tyler told the Indie girl.

"Ok... I can understand. It's really nice to meet you. I'm Zoey Lockhart."

Tyler responded with a friendly smile and held out his hand. "Zoey, nice to meet you. I'm Tyler."

Zoey shook Tyler's hand and shared a grin with him. "Tyler, can I ask you something?"

"Sure, why not?" he replied.

"Does Summer Oaks have a cultural life?" asked Zoey.

Tyler shrugged as he responded. "To a degree. We don't have any Little Italy's or Chinatowns, but we do have festivals, museums, restaurants, cafés and the High School has an amazing drama club."

"Drama! I love the theater. Back in my hometown, I was in plays all the time. Of course, I was a loner most of the time in my town; practically every other girl there was just a dumb hot blonde who liked guys who were good looking, but I prefer brains and a good personality to looks and attractiveness."

Tyler started feeling a little uncomfortable and decided to point something out before she continued. "I don't mean to be rude Zoey, but that is my girlfriend in a nutshell."

An apologetic look instantly crossed Zoey's face. "I am so sorry; I don't ever mean to offend people like that."

Tyler was quick to accept that apology. "It's cool. No offence to her, but she isn't a very smart person. I mean she is beautiful and rich but her IQ does leave a bit to be desired. She's still really nice though, not a bad bone in her body."

Zoey quickly calmed down, but she still appeared a tad upset. "Still, I am so sorry that I mentioned it. Can you forgive me, Tyler?" Zoey asked.

"All is well. I am going to go back to where I was. See you later, Zoey."

Tyler was walking away when a huge orange-colored spray hit his face, and he fell to the ground with stinging eyes and burning lungs. When he finally managed to get up, he saw that an orange-skinned young woman with big poofy hair was spraying the spray that had hit him. Wanting some answers, he walked right up to her and asked "What the hell was that for?"

The girl turned and looked at Tyler with an annoyed expression, as though she wasn't the one at fault here. "'Da name is Ann Marie, straight from New Jersey. Any otha' questions?"

Tyler was taken aback by the girl's upfront attitude; it reminded him a lot of another girl from his school. "Um...um...um..."

"Is that a no? Good. Now...GET LOST!" Ann Marie yelled to Tyler.

Tyler walked as fast as he could away from Ann Marie. He took a seat by a dude that was tall, big and had a huge "D" on his shirt.

"Hey there man. Based on what that girl Zoey was saying, you must be Tyler."

Tyler than saw Zoey sitting right behind this dude and not wanting to make a fool of himself once more, he replied with "Yeah, Zoey's right; my name's Tyler, and your name would be-"

"Devon Joseph, but you can call me DJ for short."

"So DJ, where are you from?"

"Kingston, Jamaica. My mother and I loved Jamaica for it's warm and tropical climate, but we had to leave since the drug usage was out of hand and she wanted me to be raised in a better environment." DJ said to Tyler.

"Jamaica, I've always wanted to go there, even if for a little while. So, what did you do in Jamaica?"

"I cooked, went to the beach and played football."

That last part got Tyler super excited. "Football! Oh my gosh I love that game; I'm on the school football team."

DJ looked pleased at meeting another football fan. "That awesome! So, Summer Oaks High does have a football team. Could you try to get me in? I was the head quarterback back in Jamaica and I have strong muscles and I get along really well with others. I took my team to the Jamaican Finals and we won."

"Remind me to find the football coach today. He could let you on the team, if you show him your physical strength."

"Ok. That can work, thank you Tyler."

"Anytime DJ."

An unknown arm grabbed Tyler and took him away from DJ. When Tyler was finally in a new seat, he saw a ginger-haired girl with a green top and a matching skirt who was looking at him with a weird facial expression.

"What would you do if I decided to feed you to a pack of rabid wolves? My great uncle William once got attacked by wolves and he managed to survive but he-"

He held up his hands before she could continue. "Hold your horses, please. Before you start again, please tell me, what is your name?"

"Isabella McCallan from Ireland, but you can call me Izzy for short. Sorry for taking you from that guy, I'm just like that sometimes, and there are some other times when I don't have any idea what I'm like."

Tyler started feeling creeped out, but he still gave the hyperactive girl a nervous smile. "So Izzy? Why would you want me to be fed to the wolves even though we just meet?" Tyler dared to ask the crazy chick.

"Well, let me see..." Izzy told him the reasons, some more disturbing then others, and Tyler quickly decided that he had enough of Izzy. He told her that she should catch up with him at lunch, and another person would want to talk to him at that time.

Tyler walked away from Izzy and sat down in a seat that he thought was empty. He looked up and his eyes almost popped out of his head. There was a dude wearing sandals, jeans, and a green shirt with an 8-pack body and perfect physical features, like something from a Greek myth. Tyler stared at the dude so long, that the guy finally spoke out of discomfort.

"May I help you?"

"I just have to say this: even though I have a girlfriend, you look amazing. Tell me, who are you and why do you look amazing?"

The dude gave a friendly smile and responded as though he expected such a question. "The name is Justin, Justin Maka'ole, from the island of Molokai in Hawaii."

"Nice to meet ya dude. Name's Tyler, local high-school football star." Tyler said to the good-looking guy.

"Nice meeting you as well. As for how I became just a looker, it'll be a bit of a story to tell. You remember the reality show: Justin's Life and Times ?"

Tyler instantly remembered an old show from his youth. "Yeah my mom watched that show. She was impressed on how beautiful a tot could look."

"That was me."

Tyler's eyes nearly bugged out at that. "Dude, are you for real?"

"Oh definitely. I was born as a IVF baby, or a test-tube baby in laymen's terms. The tube had done something to the baby and that is where my good looks come from. I had it all but my parents made me move here."

"Why?"

"The fame was ruining their happiness and they wanted me to learn about the real world and how to make money without my looks." Justin replied to Tyler.

Tyler shrugged after a minute of thought. "That's actually a pretty good reason. Just wait until you meet some of the best-lookers in town, you'd blow them and their looks out of the water."

That idea quickly appealed to Justin. "That would be an interesting experience; thanks for the talk man."

Tyler thanked Justin and walked off. He was walking when another good-looking dude, this one with a red shirt, bigger muscles, and a small goatee, was giving Justin a dirty look while muttering in Spanish. "Él hermosa? Por favor! El nombre es Alejandro Burromuerto y no lo olvides!"

Tyler approached the dude out of curiosity. "Can I ask what that means in English?"

"'Him beautiful? Please! The name is Alejandro Burromuerto and he shouldn't forget it!' That a good enough translation for you?"

Tyler tried to stop a potential argument, even though the Spaniard was starting to get on his nerves. "So your name is Alejandro?"

"Hearing it twice wasn't good enough for you." Tyler frowned at Alejandro and went to talk to another person. The next person he found was like DJ but less muscular and wearing a football jersey.

"Sha-Pow! Sha-Boom! Sha-Bam!" the person said in a rather pronounced accent.

"And you are?" Tyler asked the dude.

"Lightning Manson of Minneapolis. The Sha-fastest-Sha-football-Sha-person in this area."

"Excuse me, but how do you know that you're the fastest one? You haven't even made the team as far as I know."

"Don't worry your pretty face over that. Leave me to be. For I know that-Sha-guys are-Sha-faster than girls." Lightning said to Tyler.

Tyler was going to say something but he decided to keep his opinions to himself. For he didn't want to get into a major argument on the first day of his Junior year. He noticed a guy pale as a ghost looking at him. He looked like a country-person with a toque on his head and wild messy brown hair coming from the toque. He looked at with a curious look.

"The dude has a point, but I don't get why people have to make such a big deal out of it, eh?"

Tyler shrugged at the guy; he didn't seem sexist, just a bit naive. "Some people will think things that are completely untrue, like how women can be just as good at anything a guy can be good at."

"Well my dad told me to watch out for the ladies and to always offer then help when they need it. Name's Ezekiel Smith by the way, sorry for not saying that at first."

A smile found its way on Tyler's face. "Tyler, and no problem. And just because women are traditionally treated as weaker doesn't mean they are weaker; some of the girls from my school are proof of that."

"Well I was homeschooled. My parents are home-economic teachers who only wanted the very best in education for me, so they didn't let me get out very often. I spent most of my time working on schoolwork or helping around the farm. We lived way out in the middle of the Alberta prairie, quite a distance away from the nearest town. The only reason we moved here was because ma and pa got a better job and I wanted to live near other people my age."

Tyler nodded in response. "Pretty good reasons to move here. A little advice though, don't let the others at school know about your opinions towards women; there's this one girl, Eva, who can literally tear a person to shreds, and a bunch of others have some nasty tempers."

Ezekiel seemed a tad confused but still nodded. "Thanks for the advice eh. Hey, there's a girl in the back who looks a little lonely, maybe you could talk to her and see if something's bothering her. Or maybe just say hi."

Tyler left Ezekiel and walked all the way to the back to the bus to find a gothic-looking girl sitting away from everyone, being alone and looking depressed. As Tyler walked closer he heard her singing something in a Cockney accent.

"Give you the space for you to breathe

I kept my distance so you'd be free

In hope that you find the missing piece

To bring you back to me..."

Tyler liked her singing and decided to make himself known.

"That's some very poetic singing you can do. Did you write the song yourself?"

The girl looked surprised at his appearance but quickly recovered. "No, those are lyrics from the song 21 by Adele. I've never been very good at singing."

The girl looked like she was a goth chick, but there was probably a lot more to her then what was on the surface. Her skin was pale as a ghost and the only makeup she had was teal lipstick and teal streaks in her hair. She wore a black long-sleeved shirt and short skort with long black boots, and her eyes were a shiny black color. Overall, she looked like a loner who wanted friends but was very cautious about who she lets into her life…but that was just some guessing on Tyler's part.

"Either way it's nice to meet you. I'm Tyler Doucette. What's yours."

The girl gave him an appraising look before she responded. "Gwendolyn Richardson, but only my family can call me that; you can just call me Gwen."

The girl stopped talking after that and just looked at him, so Tyler prompted some conversation. "So Gwen, are you from England or something? I'm just basing this on your accent, sorry if I sound presumptuous."

Gwen nodded in response. "Yeah, the West London area if you want to be specific about it."

Again she stopped, so Tyler prompted again. "The English teacher at the high school is also from London, so you won't be the only Londoner in town"

That bought a small smile to Gwen's face. "Well that's good to know. I love my mum and I respect her decision to move somewhere new, but I just wish it wasn't such a tiny little town, no offense."

Tyler just shrugged in indifference. "None taken. There might be a whole lot to do here, but there are a lot of really nice people in town, and hey, maybe someday you can head back to London with a real American experience."

All 11 newbies, and the jock, sat where they were for the rest of the bus ride, either doing some small talk with others or just doing their own thing. None of them realized it just yet, but the rest of the school-year would be one that they would never forget.

And there you have it! A new story has begun. I decided to adopt a story from my co-author (The Prime Writer) to where the Total Drama teens never competed but instead lived and go to high school in a town called Summer Oaks on the coast of Oregon. I thank the Prime Writer for taking time to not only be my co-author but to fix the story and add more. He is such a fantastic writer and I am so glad to have the opportunity to work with him.

Also, the song that is in this chapter comes from Adele's 21. I do not own the album; but since Gwen is from London, I thought that British songs could be for her.

The next chapter will have a hint of a flash back for one student as they start their rule of the school with their iron fist.

Also, if anyone has ideas that can be used for the story, please PM me or The Prime Writer for we are low on ideas and we know that there are people out there that has a creative mind and we could use you for story ideas. Both of us love ideas!

Until next time. Please read, review, favor, alert and spread the word!