So welcome to the last chapter of this story. This whole thing is not coming together the way I wanted it to, so I think I'm gonna have to change the summary. I still don't own any characters or the show. Enjoy, or don't, you know I don't give a shit.
The following week for Mike and Zoey consisted of being grounded for cutting class to see Scott. Mike and Zoey couldn't care less, because it gave them more time to think about what had happened. Finally, a ray of sunshine flickered in Mike's life. All it took was one letter.
Mike didn't even want to get the mail that day, but his mother said that if he did, his grounding would be shortened, so off to the mailbox he went. Inside, he found a bill, bill, bill, bill, and an official looking letter with his name on it. After he gave his mother the bills, he went straight to his room to open to letter. He unfolded the letter and read the first sentence.
Dear Mike Smith,
We are very pleased to inform you that you have won this year's local art contest.
If he read that sentence once, he read it a million times. He just couldn't believe it. The rest of the letter consisted of where he was to be honored and all of that crap. Realizing that he was the only one who knew about his luck, he rushed downstairs and yelled like a lunatic about how they were rich. His mother calmed him down and called Mike's dad to tell him about the good news. Then they called Zoey's parents and offered to celebrate. In all of his 16 years, Mike could not tell you that it had happened before.
TWO WEEKS LATER…..
Mike stood proudly as people oohed and ahhed over his painting. As he held a gigantic check for everyone to see, he felt like some famous twerp. He still hadn't rid Svetlana of existence, but he knew that he'd get her soon. He looked into the crowd and immediately found Zoey, who was clapping along with the crowd. They grinned at each other, both knowing what the painting meant. Then a really fat woman came up on stage.
"What are you going to do with the money?" she asked, speaking into a microphone.
Mike's eyes widened as he realized that he had no idea what he was going to do with it. As the crowd laughed at his reaction, Mike gnawed on the question. His mind flew back to Cameron's answer.
"And I couldn't have done it without you all, so… I'm gonna spend it all on you guys instead!"
At that moment, Mike knew that he was going to do with it.
"At first, I didn't know what to say…" Mike admitted into the microphone. "But I remembered a friend of mine sharing it with others. His heart was in the right place. Now if you ask me, I'm just going to leave you with this- This money is going to save someone's life!" The crowd cheered for his answer as Mike hopped off the stage.
"What did you mean up there?" Todd asked as he rushed up to him. Devon, Taylor and Zoey came up behind him.
"Zoey knows," Mike answered. Zoey nodded.
"C'mon, dude, what's the big secret? Whose life are you saving?" Devon asked.
"Let's just say…. He's… a dear acquaintance…" Mike said, looking up and smirking.
THREE DAYS LATER
Dawn stared at Scott's face. It didn't show a hint of recognition. She tried to read his aura, but it was blocked. Her heart fell, unless his father magically came up with 400,000 dollars, Scott was going to die. Dawn felt like she had done all she could, but there was still a problem. Dawn trusted the skies, but vowed to never trust them again if Scott perished. Suddenly, she noticed something strange… On the table next to the door was a bag. Dawn wondered if it was Scott's mother's. Still, she went over to it and peeked inside. She saw a note on top of something wrapped. The note read- I hope this makes up for the money Scott didn't get on the island…
She noticed that it wasn't signed, but she knew who had written it. She unwrapped the package and found 500,000 dollars. She wasn't too surprised, but she really wondered how he came up with the money so fast.
"Thank you, Mike!" Dawn whispered, smiling at the ceiling. Mike felt a surge of joy in his town. He didn't know why, because at that moment, he was scrubbing the toilet.
TWO MONTHS LATER
Two months later, Scott left the hospital in his new body. He had no memory of Dawn apologizing for him, but he did feel a certain…fondness for her. Scott hoped it was a side effect of the surgery. He finally found out that his Pappy was dead. It was hard to cope with, but he knew he would get over it. Even though things were looking normal again, Scott felt doom on his doorstep. One day, the doorbell rang to reveal Doom's cousin standing there. In other words, Chris Mclean showed up.
"What are you doing here, butt chin?" Scott snarled.
Chris smirked. "I'm here to tell you to pack your bags for season 5!"
Scott started to laugh. "HAHAHAHAHA- what m-makes you think I would go back on your show?" Scott asked between fits of laughter.
Chris held up some papers. "Contract!" he sang.
Scott scowled. "Fine….Dick…."
Chris smirked once again. "Are you referring to my big one? See you in a week…"
Scott considered fleeing the country, but the thought of a million dollars stopped him. He wasn't going to let anyone stop him. Not Mike, not Zoey, not Dawn. Yet as he went down the list, he felt remorse for thinking such vile thoughts. He was seriously wondering whether or not calling his doctor was a good idea.
As a week ticked away, Scott wished the sun would stop setting, so he could enjoy his last few days as a free teen. At least he wasn't a head on a cart anymore.
THE END….FOR NOW….
*note* if you like this story, check out the sequel- Total Drama: Back for More
