Co-written by me and Tabbypie101. We don't own Total Drama Island.

Mike's parents had him when they were 15 and they had to keep it from their parents. His mom wanted to tell them, but his dad didn't. At the age of 2, he got asthma. They couldn't pay for it alone so his mom told them. His dad got mad and abused her, eventually to death. His dad then took full custody of him and his MPD developed as he was abused to make him stronger and feel better. His dad had to go to jail. He got put in an orphanage and was later adopted, but in anger became Mal and went to juvy. He got past that and loves his adopted family now. All in all, Mike never had an easy life.

Mike walked into his 'parents' house.

His 'parents' were in the living room. "Mike, what are you doing home already?" His 'mom' asked.

"It was early release day."

"Oh okay."

"Yeah..."

"So, how was school?"

"Good. Good."

"That's good, were people nice to you?"

"Yeah, of course." He lied

"Oh that's great. Just remember if anyone gives you a hard time about your MPD dont be afraid to tell someone, okay?"

"Ok, I will..." He said.

"Okay, you hungry, you want me to make you some lunch?"

"I'm fine. I wanna go write for a minute." He said as his tan fingers fingered for the Confessionals Journal. He didn't know much about what to put in this kind of journal, but he had a good guess.

Mike's mom went back to watching TV as Mike ran upstairs and shut his door as he pulled out a bag of chips and some soda from under his bed. He reached in through his brown duffel bag to find the Confessionals Journal and a pencil. His room was the same as seen in his audition tape. He sat crisscrossed on his bed and began to write. 'Now, listen to me, guys. I'm gonna let each of us write an entry tonight so no interrupting each other.' He thought as he started to write. Mike:' Today I started school at my new high school and it went just as bad as I had planned. Kids wouldn't quite picking on me, they wouldn't leave me alone and it's all because of this stupid disorder. Sometimes I wish I either had another life or no life at all. Maybe...' He wrote before stopping and thought for a minute or two. 'No, what am I thinking. I can't do that to Renee and Hans. After everything they've done for me. I can't just kill myself and leave them to grieve. Well, ok to be totally honest it wasn't that bad. Today, I met a pretty redhead girl. She's so kind and smart and pretty. I think I've actually managed to make a friend. Because this is a Confessionals Journal, I'm gonna let you in on a little secret: I think I'm in love with her, but come on. I know that she's just pretending to be my friend so she won't feel so guilty to see me standing alone. She doesn't really care. No one can; no one does. If I told her or Svetlana, Chester, Manitoba or especially Vito told her I'd lose her for good. I almost came close, but she can never know. I can't risk losing my only friend even if she is pretending.' Chester:' I think you should tell her, sonny.' Vito: 'Who? The sexy beast redhead?' Svetlana:' Shut up, Vito! That's no way to talk to a woman!' Mike just stared down at the Journal before ripping the page out in annoyance,' That's not what I meant when I said you guys could have a turn in control.' Mike groaned as he laid back on his bed and fell asleep