A/N: Okay, so for those of you who don't know Stephanie Simpson, let me give you some background:

She's the OC oldest child of the Simpson family, three years older than Bart. She's goth, very sarcastic and snarky, and not always very nice. So far, she has been in three stories of my own: "Being The Oldest", "Being The Slave", and "Being In Hillwood", and is also in one of Sideshow Cellophane 26's stories "Someone's Island" so go read those if you want some background on her. Now, for the plot:

Stephanie is sixteen years old now, and wants to do something fun before the start of junior year. When she hears about a reality show in Canada for teenagers, she applies, and spends all her savings on a flight to Ontario. But eight weeks at a crappy campground isn't her idea of fun, although she knows her friends and family are watching on the Canadian reality channel back home. Can she survive with that support?

Disclaimer: I do not own anything from The Simpsons or Total Drama Island. And just putting that out there, I will not do any of the other seasons after TDI with Stephanie in them.

I stood on the boat, my black hair whipping around my face as I looked towards the dock of my new home for eight weeks. And hopefully, at the end of the eight weeks, I'd come back a hundred grand richer.

Who am I? Stephanie Simpson, sixteen years old. Haven't heard of me, right? Well, here's a few names you might remember. Homer Simpson, Marge Simpson, Bart Simpson, Lisa Simpson, Maggie Simpson. Thing is, that's my family. We've all been on some crazy adventures together, but I'm the only one who wouldn't bother reenacting them for the entertainment of the general public.

It's been nearly three years since then, though. We've gone through a lot together. There was the time me, Mom and Maggie were stranded on an island together. And the time a demonic ventriloquist dummy attempted to enslave me, Bart, Lisa and all of my friends. And there was the time we moved to Hillwood for a couple months and one of Lisa's classmates became convinced that he was in love with me.

Now, Bart's just turned thirteen, Lisa's nearly eleven, and Maggie's four. But it's summer, and so I decided to sign up for this new reality show thing in Canada. Mostly, Americans aren't in it, but I saved money for a flight to and from Ontario, and sent in an audition tape without telling my parents. They accepted me, and Dad promised he'd watch and record every episode so I could see it. Dad's really into reality shows, and Mom's been surprisingly supportive. I even persuaded them to pay to get the channel which airs shows in Canada, so they should get the first episode by the time the fourth episode is being filmed. At least in our house, the TV will always be on at that time, so they shouldn't miss a minute.

As for my siblings...well, Bart has been as nice as possible to me, but I've told him he's not getting a penny of my winnings. Lisa's been asking me to send her the truth behind reality shows, because she knows they only see a fraction of what's really going on.

So now I'm spending the summer at a five-star resort, competing on a reality show. Apparently we do get messages from home once in a while, but usually just letters. I read in the contract that we're not allowed to send messages ourselves, but if we get letters or another kind of message, they'll let us know weekly. The final five get video messages once the person coming sixth leaves. I'm determined to be one of those five.

I've kept up my goth style, and so I'm coming to this island in black jeans patterned with skulls, my black sandals, and my black T-shirt with Undercover Vampire written in blood red.

I was first to the dock. Chris McLean, the host, greeted me with a huge smile. "Stephanie! Hey, what's up?"

I grinned, but that fell off my face when I saw the state of the camp. "Hey, Chris. Um...this is what you call a five-star resort?"

Chris shrugged. "Hey, it's got a roof, right? And it's reasonably dry, as long as it doesn't rain." I rolled my eyes and scowled, as another boat came by. A short, pudgy girl with huge glasses had arrived.

"Beth, what's up?" Chris grinned at her.

Beth, apparently, ran up and gave Chris a hug. "It's so incredulous to meet you!" she gushed, an obvious lisp in her voice. "Wow, you're much shorter in real life." She waved to the audience. Chris didn't formulate an answer before the next contestant arrived.

"DJ!" Chris greeted him.

The guy, a tall dark muscly guy, smiled. "Yo, Chris McLean! How's it going?" He had a slight Jamaican accent. Suddenly, he frowned. "Hey, you sure you got the right place here? Where's the hot tub at?"

"Yo, dog, this is it, Camp Wawanakwa!" Chris said cheerfully.

"Huh, looked a lot different on the application form." DJ muttered.

I looked up at him. "You noticed too, huh?"

Chris was already looking at the next contestant. "Hey, Gwen."

The next girl was thin, pale, and...well, pretty much how I would look if I was more girly. Her clothes were goth, like mine, but I swear, she was wearing a corset and short skirt. I admired her boots, though, wishing I had some like that.

"You mean we're staying here?" she said, scowling.

"No, you're staying here." Chris replied. "My crib is with Airstream in AC, that-a-way."

"I did not sign up for this." Gwen said.

Chris pulled out a sheaf of papers from nowhere. "Actually, you did." Gwen took the papers off him, and with an evil smile, ripped them in half and dropped them into the water. I grinned. That's just what I would've done! Except that I had the hundred grand in mind.

But Chris had no problem. "The great thing about lawyers is, they make lots of copies."

"I am not staying here." Gwen snapped.

"Cool. I hope you can swim, though, because your ride just left." That was true.

"Jerk." Gwen muttered. I caught her eye and rolled mine. I got an answering eye-roll.

The next guy didn't seem bothered. He was wearing a cowboy hat and an open shirt. Now I wasn't into blondes, but with those abs, I would probably go for the guy.

"Chris McLean!" the guy said. "Sup, man! It's an honour to meet you, man!"

"The Geoffster!" Chris smiled. "Welcome to the island, man."

"Thanks, man." said the guy. I had to assume that what Chris called him meant that his actual name was Geoff.

I caught myself saying the same thing as Gwen. "They say 'man' one more time, I'm gonna puke." We exchanged eye rolls yet again.

The next competitor arrived. Chris introduced her. "Everybody, this is Lindsay." He paused, muttering "Not too shabby." Creep. Okay, so I'll admit it. Lindsay was this gorgeous blonde, blue-eyed girl. But she proved within the next minute that she had as many brains as a starfish. None.

"Hi! Okay, you look so familiar..." she said to Chris.

"I'm Chris McLean." Chris said. Lindsay looked blank. "The host? Of the show?"

"Oh, that's where I know you from!" Okay, even Dad was smarter than her. That's saying a lot, because he gets stupider as I get older. And he wasn't too smart to begin with.

The next competitor was Asian, with long black hair and critical grey eyes that swept over us. She blanked Chris completely as she passed.

"Heather." he acknowledged.

Beth jumped in front of Heather, yelling "Hi! Looks like we're your new friends for the next eight weeks!" Yeah, not on my planet, sweetheart. You're my competition, not my friend. And nor is this Heather girl.

I have to admit, the next guy to arrive was kinda hot. I mean, yeah, way too many piercings, but I liked his green mohawk.

"Duncan, dude." Chris greeted him.

"I don't like surprises." the guy said, holding up a fist.

"Yeah, your parole officer warned me about that, man. He also told me to give him a holler any time and have you returned to juvie." Oh, a jailbird. Whatever. Bart was sent to juvie once.

"Okay, then." Duncan answered, his scowl replaced with a smirk. As he passed, he directed a comment at Heather. "Meet you by the campfire, gorgeous."

"Drop dead, you skeez." Heather responded. "I'm calling my parents." she added. "You can not make me stay here." Cue her contract.

The next guy was in a red tracksuit, waterskiing. "Ladies and gentlemen, Tyler!" Chris announced. As this happened, Tyler fell off the skis and ended up flying into the pile of luggage. His suitcase fell into the water and splashed Heather. Ha, good one.

"Wicked wipeout, man!" Chris called out. Tyler's hand appeared out of the cases and gave a thumbs up. While he climbed out, a geeky guy with a keyboard had arrived.

"Welcome to camp, Harold." Chris said. The boy looked around.

"What's he looking at?" Beth stage-whispered.

"So you mean this show is at a crappy summer camp and not on some big stage or something?" Harold asked.

"You got it."

"Yes! That is so much more favourable to my skills."

The next contestant was called Trent, according to Chris. He seemed a bit more normal than some of the others, at least. In fact, the only thing that made him stand out was that he had a guitar case with him. "Hey, good to meet you, man." he greeted Chris. "Saw you on that figure skating show, nice work."

"Hey, thanks, man." Chris grinned back. "I knew I rocked that show!"

"I saw that!" Beth lisped. "One of the guys dropped his partner on her head! So they got immunity that week."

"Lucky." Harold commented. "I hope I get dropped on my head."

"Me too!" Lindsay exclaimed seriously.

I rolled my eyes. "Think someone dropped her on her head already." I muttered.

"So, this is it?" Trent asked, looking around. "Alrighty then." He came to stand between me and Gwen, and then smiled at her. At first, Gwen wouldn't look at him, but then, once he stopped looking at her, she smiled properly.

The next competitor had blonde hair in a ponytail, and she was carrying a surfboard. She looked like my friend, Sunshine, but her laid-back attitude was more like my best friend Tasha. "Hey. What's up?" she greeted Chris.

"All right!" Chris grinned. "Our surfer chick, Bridgette, is here!"

"Nice board." Duncan spoke up sarcastically. "This ain't Malibu, honey."

"I thought we were going to be on a beach." Bridgette said.

"We are!" But there weren't enough waves for anything to happen. I mean, I thought Springfield had no waves. This place had less than we did.
"Great." Bridgette muttered, picking up her luggage and going over to join the rest of us.

"All right!" Chris said. "That makes – ow!" Bridgette accidentally hit him with her surfboard as she passed. "Darn it, that hurt!"

"Hey, guys." Bridgette smiled at the rest of us.

Geoff's eyes lit up. "Hey, I'm Geoff."

"What's up?" Bridgette said, turning, making three of the boys duck her surfboard.

"Dang, watch the board, man!" Harold said.

"Hi, I'm Beth!" Beth called out. And again, Bridgette turned, making the boys duck.

"Okay, we've all met surfer girl." muttered Heather. "Can we get on with the show, please?"

"Somebody missed their double cappucino macchiato this morning." Duncan teased her.

"Get bent." Heather snapped.

Chris was still recovering from the surfboard attack, but he introduced the skinny Indian guy that had just arrived. "Our next camper is Noah!"

"You got my memo about my life threatening allergies?" Noah asked as he passed.

"Sure someone did!"

"Good, is this where we're staying?"

"No, it's your mother's house, and we're throwing a party!" Duncan told him. I laughed.

Noah got the line, but was unamused. "Cute. Nice piercings, original, do them yourself?"

"Yeah, you want one?" Duncan said, grabbing Noah's lip.

The kid seemed unafraid, to his credit. "Uh, no thanks. Can I have my lip back, please? Thanks."

The next girl was a total stereotype, a plump African-Canadian girl with a loud voice. She waved from the boat, yelling "What's up, y'all, Leshawna's in the house!" She passed Chris and high-fived him, saying "Yo, baby, hey, how you doing, how's it going?" She grinned around at us. "Feel free to quit now and save yourselves the trouble, cause I came to win!" Then she caught sight of DJ, the next darkest contestant. "Oh, what's up, my brother? Gimme some sugar, baby!" They high-fived.

"I've never seen a girl like you in real life before." Harold remarked. Poor kid. Never seen a black girl before.

"Excuse me?" Leshawna said.

"You're real big. And loud." Okay, that was more sheltered, but less racist, at least.

Leshawna scowled anyhow. "What did you just say to me? Oh no you didn't! You have not seen anything yet, I show you big, baby!" I grinned at her aggressiveness. I liked her already.

Actually, DJ and Bridgette had to hold her back from attacking Harold there and then.

"All right, campers, settle down!" Chris called out. He turned to the next two competitors, girls in stripy tops and pink shorts, one chubby, one stick-thin. "Ladies. Sadie, Katie, welcome to your new home for eight weeks."

I couldn't help bursting out laughing. Seriously? Their names were Sadie and Katie? They didn't even look alike, but they obviously were wannabe twins. They both gave me concerned looks when I laughed, then turned their attention back to the camp.

"Omigosh, Sadie, look!" exclaimed the thin girl. "It's a summer camp!"

"Okay, I've always wanted to go to summer camp!" the chubby girl squealed. "Eeee!" I didn't bother to remember which girl was which.

The next guy was grubby and wore a toque. "Ezekiel, what's up, man?" Chris greeted him.

Ezekiel looked up, and then spoke in the most Canadian accent I'd heard since stepping foot in Canada. "I think I see a bird..."

Trent snickered.

Chris looked at Ezekiel, and said "Okay, dude, I know you don't get out much. Been homeschooled your whole life, raised by freaky pairie people, just don't say much and try not to get kicked off too early, okay?"

"Yes, sir!"

Gwen caught my eye again. "That's just...wow." I nodded.

The next boy arrived. He immediately reminded me of a puppy. I don't know why, he just did – maybe it was his big blue eyes and ruffled brown hair. Chris grinned at him. "Cody! The Codester! The Codemeister!"

"Dude, psyched to be here, man." Cody said in a voice that was obviously an attempt to sound cool. "I see the ladies have already arrived. All right." He looked around, and then was about to speak to Leshawna, but she stopped him.

The next girl arrived, and she was SCARY. Butch, with a monobrow, in athletic clothes.

"Eva." Chris greeted her. "Nice. Glad you could make it."

The girl dropped her bag on Cody's foot. "Ow!" he exclaimed. "What's in there, dumbbells?"

"Yes." Eva replied, her tone flat.

"She's all yours, man." Duncan muttered to DJ.

The next boy was chubby, to put it nicely. And loud, to be kind. "Woohoo! Chris, what's happening? This is awesome! Woohoo!" he yelled.

"Owen, welcome!" Chris yelled out, trying to match his enthusiasm.

Owen grabbed Chris in a bone-crushing hug. "Awesome to be here, man! Yeah! Man, this is just so..."

"Awesome?" Gwen suggested, a smirk on her face.

"Yes! Awesome!" Owen cried. "Are you gonna be on my team?"

"Oh, I sure hope so." Gwen muttered, drawing the 'crazy' signal.

"You about finished?" Chris frowned.

Owen put him back down. "Sorry, dude. I'm just so psyched."

"Cool." Chris said, looking up at the next boat. "And here comes Courtney!"

I looked at the next contestant. She was quite pretty, but her conservative clothes made her look way too preppy. "Thank you." she said when Chris helped her down. Then she smiled at the rest of us. "Hi, you must be the other contestants. It's really nice to meet you all!" I raised an eyebrow. Was this girl for real? She sounded like she was sixteen going on forty.

Owen grabbed her hand and shook it. "How's it going, I'm Owen!"

Courtney was sidetracked by the next boat, as she began "Nice to meet you, Ow...wow."

I didn't blame her. The guy on the next boat was SO hot. He looked like a Ken doll.

"This is Justin." Chris said. "Welcome to Total Drama Island."

"Thanks, Chris, this is great." Justin answered.

"Just so you know, we picked you based entirely on your looks."

"I can deal with that."

"I like your pants!" Owen spoke up.

"Thanks, man." Justin replied.

"Cause they look like they're all worn out! Did you buy them like that?"

"Uh, no, just had them for awhile." Justin answered.

Finally there was only one more contestant. Chris pointed out the redhead who was grinning and waving. "Hey, everyone, Izzy!"

"Hi, Chris, hi, hi!" the girl called out, giving a squeal of shock as she jumped off the boat, missed the dock, hit her chin on it and fell into the water. Courtney ran up to help her, but she seemed fine, talking a mile a minute. "That felt...so...good! Except for hitting my chin. This is summer camp? That is so cool! Do you have paper mache here? Are we having lunch soon?"

"That is a good call!" Owen exclaimed.

"First things first." Chris said. "We need a group photo for the promos. Everyone on the end of the dock!" We all obeyed.

I looked up at Owen. "Hey, can I go on your shoulders for the promo?" I asked.

Owen grinned. "Why not?" And he obligingly lifted me up to sit on his shoulders. I smiled at the camera, gripping onto one shoulder with one hand and giving the peace sign with the other.

"Okay," called Chris, "One, two, three...oops." We frowned. "Forgot the lens cap." Chris explained. "Okay, hold that pose...oh, no, wait...card's full. Hang on."

"Come on, man, my face is starting to freeze!" Leshawna called out.

"Got it!" Chris called. "Okay, everyone say 'Wawanakwa'!"

"Wawanakwa!" we all repeated, just as the dock broke. Our lovely little picture only had me out of the water, still on Owen's shoulders.

"Okay, guys," Chris said, "Dry off and meet at the campfire pit in ten!"

We'll have the rest of the episode next chapter. Yes, Stephanie is very similar to Gwen – I thought they'd be good friends, although I didn't realize how similar they were until I wrote this chapter. That being said, do you think they'll end up on the same team? Review!