This story is rated PG-13.
There is some language or violence that may not be appropriate for people under thirteen years of age.

A/N: So, yeah, I kind of have Writer's Block on TDAnt. -.- The way I usually get rid of it is to try writing for something else, like this. :P This is obviously a parody of OHF's story, Hope. He authorized the writing of this, just FTR. XD

Heather peered into the mirror. She wondered why she was still alive.

She kicked herself in the leg in frustration. She took a knife and began cutting her wrists. She was surprised when no blood or cut of any kind came out. "WHAT DO I HAVE TO DO TO DIE?!"

She looked back at the mirror and dropped the knife. She rolled her eyes at herself and wondered why everyone she knew got to die besides her.

When she was born, her father hated her so much he began to take alcohol to numb the pain and "accidentally" crashed his car into Heather's bedroom. Her mother didn't even try to cope with Heather's birth and just suicided.

Heather's little sister didn't quite despise her as much when they were sent to live with their grandmother.

Her grandmother laid in bed the whole time they were there, suffering seemingly random medical accidents and ended up breaking everything you could possibly break. Her grandmother is actually a witch that was cheating death with the price of suffering these things.

Heather's sister suddenly came into the room. "What are you crying about now, Heather?"

Heather folded her arms; obviously she had not been crying. She kicked the knife she had under the bed steathily.

"Do I need to call Dr. Brody again?" Little Lucy sighed.

Heather shrugged and nodded.

Lucy took out a crumpled piece of paper and handed it to Heather. "You might want to see this. I bet you want to escape from this life for a while."

"Free Hair Removal - Call 555-555-RIPOFF today." The paper read.

Heather looked at her little sister confusedly.

Lucy looked at the paper and blushed. "Sorry." She took out a different piece of paper and handed it to Heather.

Heather looked at a advertisement for a reality show titled "Total Drama Island." The prize was said to be one million dollars.

Lucy then opened the door and motioned for Heather to leave.

Heather began to exit but Lucy stopped her.

"How do you plan to win?" The small girl asked.

"By being the biggest bitch TV has ever seen." Heather beamed.

Lucy smiled back as Heather left to go audition for the show.

"...She's so not winning." Lucy muttered after she left.

A/N: Hopefully, this solved my Writer's Block and gave you, the reader, a good laugh. :P

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