Belladonna Dark has gotten chosen to compete on the show Total Drama Island along with 22 other contestants. The problem is she has a secret to keep. Bella was experimented on by her foster parents and now has the abilities of a black panther with f...
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I wake up that morning and after carefully dislodging myself from Duncan's hold I do my usual routine to get ready. I decided that today I wanted a cute outfit so I am wearing a skirt; though I had to wear pantyhose under it so that I had somewhere to put my tail. After I get ready I walk over to the mess hall to sit with Uncle Hat as he cooked like usual. As I walk into the kitchen I do my usual greeting of hugging my uncle from behind. "Morning, Kitten. Do you think you could sing for me this morning? I haven't heard you sing in a while," my uncle requests.
"Umm sure, Uncle Hat. I'd be glad to," I answer. I go and sit on the counter next to him and clear my throat and close my eyes before beginning.
You're giving me a million reasons to let you go
You're giving me a million reasons to quit the show
You're givin' me a million reasons
Give me a million reasons
Givin' me a million reasons
About a million
If I had a highway, I would run for the hills
If you could find a dry way, I'd forever be still
But you're giving me a million reasons
Give me a million reasons
Givin' me a million reasons
About a million
I bow down to pray
I try to make the worse seem better
Lord, show me the way
To cut through all his worn out leather
I've got a hundred million reasons to walk away
All I need one good one to stay
Head stuck in a cycle, I look off and I stare
It's like that I've stopped breathing, but completely aware
