A/N: Hey y'all! More words for your eyes to read! Woo!

This is basically part two of the prologue(and the last sort of happy section for a LONG time)Because it's so short , I might post the next one sooner, maybe Friday? Or not.

Enjoy! And special thanks to smilingagged, SideshowJazz1, and Bloodylilcorpse for reviewing the first chapter.:-)

Disclaimer: Don't own Total Drama, these characters, or Cinderella.

Up in the attic, where Mike had never been in any of his 16 years, it was drafty but spacious, with a large window in the ceiling and a smaller one in the wall facing the road. He walked up to it and gazed on the pathway leading to the house. He sighed.

"Well, 'guess I should try and make this place more like home," Mike said to himself as he pulled an old bed from a pile of dusty boxes. He patted out the crusted dust and shifted it to the middle of the floor and up against the back wall facing the door. He spread the things from his room around; a small table with the scripts from all the plays he'd done on the side of the bed, a bookshelf on one wall with his sketchbooks, novels and a few other things. After rearranging everything, it started to feel like this attic was his. He breathed in the musty air with gusto. "Time to start rehearsing without those two interrupting."

He began to warm up his voice as he re-read his lines again for the tenth time. He got himself into character, a practice he had perfected over five years of semi-professional acting.

Hunched over and with one eye shut, Mike began. "Now listen here, you little punks. I'm trying. to take a nap! Kids these days… can't sit still. Kendra, can you tell them to pipe down?"

Mike switched voices to match the voice of one of his co-actors, Dakota. "Sorry, Grandpa, I was busy preparing to go hunting! You know the animals are going to hibernate soon."

"Bah! Back in my day, girls didn't hunt. They stayed in, washing dishes and caring for all the insubordinate children. Speaking of which, where the devil is your brother?"

"Which one?"


As he continued to rehearse his part, Scott and Vito crept to the attic entrance, and were prepared to run up the staircase and scare Mike senseless. However, when they heard him talking to people in weird voices, they thought twice.

"Ey yo, how many people are up there?" Vito wondered out loud

"One. Mike's the only up one here besides us." Scott confirmed.

"We have a bro who talks to himself! Ha!"

A"He must be crazy." Scott turned away from the door.

"Yea, or stupid."

Scott lightly punched Vito's arm. "He's smarter than you."

"Ey! That was uncalled for, bro." Vito rubbed where Scott punched him.

"No, it was." Scott starts laughing, then ran away as his brother chased him down the hallway.

Mike heard the whole thing and laughed to himself. Then, putting his script down and sitting himself on his bed, he wrote a new letter to Mal.

Hey, Mal.

How are you? Good? Bad? Still Malevolent?

Things here are barely tolerable. We now have two idiotic step-brothers, and a step-dad who's never around and has barely said a word to me.

Your room is still undisturbed. I kept Scott from laying claim to it. But now I'm stuck living in the attic with nothing but my thoughts and my dreams. And you, I guess.

My acting is getting a lot better. I'm working on a show about a girl who lives with her cranky grandpa and her four half-brothers. Can you imagine? I'm playing the grandfather. I wish you were here to help me rehearse like you used to...

I miss you all of every day. Please come home soon.

Your brother and partner in crime,

Mike

Mike's eyes welled up as he signed his name. He let a few tears fall onto the paper and blur the ink. He didn't care, because no one would ever read it.

He tore it out of the notebook, folded the letter into a perfect square, and placed it in a box he had for storing the other letters he wrote to Mal. He had written one every day since Mal left on the trip. He then let his longing and loneliness pour out in the form of tears.

Nothin like leavin' you off with a character in tears. And they're not the last.

Review if you feel so moved, and see y'all next chapter!