As you might've noticed, my writing has sort of fallen over the last few months. What can I say; I'm a lazy motherfu- anyways! In all seriousness, I'm actually going to work hard on this story.
Now, to set the setting, this story takes place 2 years after Total Drama Revenge of the Island. *random fan girl walks in* "Oh yeah, that's the season where Mike and Zoey got together right?"
Well not in my story. This takes place in a dimension where Zoey rejects Mike for his MPD. This eventually drives him to be part of Group X, an organization for test subjects. Mike agrees to get a special brain surgery which will eventually erase his memory, and that's where this story begins.
For a lot of reasons, I regret going on the show. For one thing, I was so close to winning, but was voted off by a *shudder* jock… Seriously, I've already stated that getting voted off by a jock would be my worst nightmare. And second, I broke a boy's heart…
Now that I look back on it, I kind of wish I hadn't said what I did. Even when I returned home, he was on my mind. I've had a lot of time to think about it, and I wish I had taken a look at Mike's perspective. If I were him, I would hate the person who broke my heart. And I know it sounds terrible, but I want him back.
At least I'll be able to get a fresh start tomorrow. I just moved to Toronto and my first day at the new school was going to start in a number of hours. It just sucked that I had to move in the middle of the year. I guess I had to get ready to be "that new girl."
Beep beep beep. Ugh, that stupid alarm clock… Why can't school be at 12:00?
I sit up and stretch. Looks like another day is ready to torment me. As I stand up, I notice the little silver picture frame on my desk. My eyes fill with tears, because it's just a picture of something I'll never remember!
Confused? You should be. About… 7 months ago, my Doctor, Dr. Waters, recommended a miracle surgery for me. He said something about it curing my MPD. Well it did cure my MPD… and then some… No matter how hard I try, I can't remember anything from when I was 16! It's like that year never even happened…
I pick up the frame and study it. I love this picture for some reason. I recognize myself with some girl clinging to my back. I have no idea who she is, or why she's holding on to my 16 year old self, but it just gives me a sense of power. Like if I try hard enough, I can be my old self again. The self that I was before my MPD.
I look at my clock again and rush to tug my clothes on. The bus was going to be here at any second, so I needed to move. I pulled on my blue hoodie over my white t-shirt and pushed the sleeves up to my elbows. As I examined myself in the mirror, I noticed that my necklace was casting a glare at me.
The necklace wasn't that special, as far as I knew. It looked like one of those BFF necklaces where one person wears one half and the other person wears the other half. The thing is, I wasn't sure who had the other half. By studying the necklace in my room years before, I concluded that my face was etched on to the medallion.
I picked up my bag from the corner of my room. When my foot hit the bottom step of the stairs, the scent of bacon and eggs attacked my nose. I nodded as I found that the twins, Matthew and Mallory, were already at the table eating their breakfast.
Matthew and his twin were both 13 years old. I loved the two, mainly because they helped me regain some of my memories when I lost them. Matthew is kind of a goofball, whereas Mallory is probably the coolest 13 year old in the world. The only time she isn't chill is when Matt is acting crazy. I sort of respect Matt for the fact that he's the only one who can get under her skin.
"Morning!" I greeted the twins as I grabbed a plate from the cabinet. Matt mumbled something in reply. He wasn't a morning person…
"Hey Mikey," Mallory said. Yeah, she's the only one who can call me that.
I dished some food on my plate and started wolfing down whatever I could. As I washed it down with a glass of orange juice, I heard the bus coming. I shot Matthew a devious grin and saluted him as I picked up my bag. Dashing out of the house, I hear a chorus of, "Have a good day," ringing from the house.
The yellow monster stopped in front of me to let me come aboard. I relaxed a little as I saw that the front seat wasn't taken. It was when the driver pulled into the school parking lot that trouble started. I heard someone yell something from behind me. Before I could even turn around, a milk carton flew onto my head, spilling milk in my hair.
Let me tell you, it takes a while to style my hair. So if a milk carton just happens to spew its contents all up in my hair, I'm pretty much screwed for the whole day.
I was nervous as hell as I entered my new homeroom. A couple people were already there, like a girl with blond hair and a cute guy who was trying to make his hair stand up. It looked like someone had spilled milk on his head…
More people flooded into the room as I tried to find my new teacher. When I finally managed to track her down, the room was full. She smiled at me as she read my transcript and crap. After clearing her throat, she managed to get the room silent. A few people craned their necks to get a good look at me. I felt like a street walker…
"This is Zoey," the teacher announced to the room. "She's new here, so I want everyone to treat her like a friend, got it? Okay Zoey, you can take a seat next to that boy back there, Mike. Mike, raise your hand for Zoey."
I cringed. She used the name Mike two times already. The boy whose hair had milk in it held up his hand, to which I sat down next to him. Since Homeroom hadn't started yet, I decided to befriend this Mike.
She looked like the girl from the picture, I swear she did. She had the red hair, the beautiful eyes, and the cute nose. It had to be her, it just had to be. I stared at her for a moment, wondering how I should approach the situation.
I was a little startled when she smiled at me. "Hi, I'm Zoey," she said in a sweet voice. I gulped a little.
"I-I'm Mike…" I said. I was surprised at how shaky my voice sounded. "So…are you excited to um…learn here…?" I asked. Excited to learn here? Idiot….
"Well, I'm not such a fan of school," Zoey admitted. I nodded in agreement.
"Yeah, I'm not a fan either. I used to get bullied a lot in school. Up until 7 months ago, I had MPD," I confessed. Zoey's jaw dropped.
"You….you had MPD?" she asked. I cocked my head at her.
She literally started shaking. "You wouldn't happen to be the same Mike from Total Drama Revenge of the Island would you?"
I think I fainted sometime after that….
I know, it's a weak start, but I promise it will get better. Oh and don't worry, I'm still gonna finish Total Drama: Back for More.