Okay, let's continue! Thanks for reviewing, Daisy-is-Lazy, Bloodylilcorpse, Katie Grimm (well, the books are all short stories that are connected by Pippi being the focus), Ali6132 (Yes, that one always makes me cry at the end), and queenoftrouble (I've got a question at the end of this chapter pertaining to that).

With Mike being back in control, the last few days of my time in juvie were fairly peaceful. I talked to Mike often, and I even got to speak to his other personalities – all of them, at least once. I wasn't too impressed with Chester, the old man, or Vito, the Jersey Shore guy who complained that he couldn't get a tan if he was stuck inside, but in the exercise yard, I got to meet Svetlana, Mike's only female personality, an expert Russian gymnast. And although Mike was reluctant after I'd met those three, I persuaded him to put on a fedora, his trigger for Manitoba Smith, a Steve Irwin rip-off (you know, Australian explorer) with a tendency to flirt. He backed off pretty easily when I told him I had a boyfriend, though.

Mike was up for release soon, though, since he was no longer deemed a threat to the general public, once he'd talked to his psychiatrist. He also explained to me what had been happening in that crucial moment.

"I couldn't see what was going on, but then I heard faint screaming, screaming my name. I only realized late that you were calling out. I figured out what Mal was doing – he'd hinted at it enough times – and it gave me the willpower to break out. My other personalities helped me lock him away – I know you probably didn't see it, but we had some serious conversations in my mind." He sighed happily. "I owe a lot to you, Bailey. Now I can finally go back to school and actually live my life the way I want to."

"You and four others." I teased. Mike gave a sigh. I chuckled. "Hey, better them being in control some of the time then you hardly ever being in control. I mean, you're you most of the time, right? And you know how to keep Manitoba and Vito in – just keep a shirt on and don't wear a fedora."

I decided I'd keep in touch with Mike, just in case. On my last day, I also gave Izzy my email address and SmartPhone number, just in case she got out and wanted to keep in touch.

In spite of being at home again, it was as if I'd never been to juvie. I soon forgot the novelty. Back to buying makeup to replace the stuff Lucy had taken (the only makeup she'd left in my stash was one lone eyeliner pencil and some purple lipstick), back to putting up a wall to pretend my parents didn't hate me, back to Sophie whining at me to play dolls or Monopoly with her every hour.

At least I had an escape. I wasn't going to do the fireworks trick again, but that didn't mean the graffiti artist in me was gone. I didn't tag my art with a cherry any more, but I wrote other things. Stuff like I like to play with you and I dare you to kiss the next guy you see. If nothing else, juvie had given me some weird ideas.

Sometimes, Duncan and I did graffiti together. We didn't live far away from each other, although we went to different schools (he'd been expelled a few times from several and was going to one further away. He had actually been at my school for a short time – but he was in the year above me, so I didn't know him at the time), so we both enjoyed tagging whatever. Duncan usually just tagged a skull (or carved one, if the surface was wooden), but I still favoured words. Once or twice, though, I tagged a cherry in the skull's mouth.

Most of the time, though, when we hung out, we had a lot of different things to do. We snuck into R16 horror movies, pulled a few tricks, and more than once, made out on a deserted beach during the sunset (that was my idea, to do something cliché). And boy was I glad Mike had come back before Mal could do what he'd planned, because after a few months, I decided I was ready to give up my virginity, and it was worth it.

Although, I'm glad my parents never discovered that. I can just imagine what they would've come out with – they had made it clear that they didn't approve of me seeing anyone I'd met in juvie.

Duncan did do some more time in juvie. We only dated for eight months, but broke up after Duncan admitted he'd met another girl who he was interested in (although they didn't date or anything until after he told me). But I understood – he was a hot guy, and girls were probably all over him. We still remained – in fact we are – friendly with each other, and we still hung out when we had nothing better to do – just making trouble, or seeing a movie or whatever. I never regretted him being my first kiss, or first lover.

But after his second stint, just after I turned sixteen, he told me "My mom and dad say I have to stay out of trouble for a while, or I'll probably end up in real jail within a couple years, so I've found another way to have fun."

I frowned. "So?"

"Just letting you know that I won't see you much this summer." Duncan answered. "Didn't you know about that new reality show starting?"

I paused. "Wait a second...you mean the one called Total Drama Island? With that guy who's so desperate for fame he'll do any job?"

"Chris McLean? Yeah, that's the one." Duncan said, with a grin. "I haven't got anything better to do, and it's a chance to win a hundred grand. I made an audition tape, and they accepted me! The show's been airing parts of audition tapes to advertise since."

That was true. I remembered one in particular where some nerdy looking girl practically broke windows when she sang, then a voice asked her what the "racket" was.

Then she faced the camera, and said in a very serious voice "One day, I'm gonna be a star. You'll see. They'll all see."

"So can I see your audition tape?" I asked. "Do you have a copy of it?"

Duncan had had to upload it onto a computer to put it on a DVD, so he did show me. He appeared to be abseiling down the wall of juvie as he talked in it. "Hey, Duncan here, but then you probably know me since I'm somewhat of a local celebrity around these parts. Yeah, photographers are taking my picture all the time. It's because of my charm and good looks, and the fact that I live in a big house with tons of security cameras and guard dogs. If I had to pick my best quality, I'd say I'm resourceful. Yeah, I'm pretty quick on my feet..." At that moment, you could hear barking and sirens, and searchlights were everywhere. "Well, it's been nice chatting with ya, but I really gotta run."

I laughed. "Seriously? You're a 'local celebrity'?"

"Hey, my picture is in the newspapers, isn't it?" Duncan pointed out. "You better be watching when the show starts."

"Of course!" I teased. "How could I not watch you embarrass yourself?"

Yep, they're both sixteen, and Total Drama is starting! I'm not sure, but I think the next chapter might be the last.

Now, for an announcement: Would you like to see me write Bailey into Total Drama All-Stars?

Should she get back with Duncan?

Why would Chris choose to bring a newbie into All-Stars, and which team would she be on?

Finally, there is an ending chapter coming up next. At the same time, I'll post the All-Stars story for Bailey, similar to what I did with "All-Star Amethyst".