Hello again! BlackSirens here and I have to say, I LOVE this fanfiction I am writing. I am thinking this story will be around 10 chapters? I don't know, let me know what you think. If you want to see more, please leave a review. All the support counts. Welcome to the second chapter of "Mal, the Forgotten".

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Chapter 2- "Referrals for the Malevolent"

There I was. A stupid 10 year old kid sitting in the principal's office. I was in a heck of a lot of trouble…

"Young man, this behavior is unacceptable!" Principal Bukowski says while glaring like no tomorrow. Okay, so I may have punched a couple kids and turned over a couple desks but I think I spared them. "Do you know what you have done Mike? This has to stop." He says.

"But I'm not Mike!" I say as he just rubs that spot in between his eyes and nose. Do all grown-ups do that when they are angry? "Fine, whatever, Mal? This is unacceptable. You cannot just go around hitting kids if they give you a hard time. This has to stop." This has to stop? Is he joking?

"Mike can't stop us-" I can almost finish, but then the principal barks at me, saying, "Then YOU stop it! It shouldn't be so difficult to stay a figment in a kid's head…" He walks out of the room…

Am I just a figment of Mike? No! I am my own person. Although, the way he said it unlocked that question in my brain. His words were like a little key to the question, 'Do you matter?' Perhaps not. This question that I have been hiding is completely logical. Do I actually matter? All I do is cause trouble. Trouble for Mike.

I hear some talking in a back room. The principal and someone are blabbing away. Wait, I know that second voice. It's so familiar… oh no. Of course I know it. I have to know it. It's my dad.

I feel my heart start to race a million miles a minute. Why would the principal tell our dad! Our dad of all people. I now don't want to go home. I would rather make my own little dwelling outside than have to deal with that drunken slop. The bell rings but I know I have to stay put. One thing is for sure, I definitely do NOT want to go back into the mind. Oh no (For the second time), I completely forgot! I just broke all the three rules and worse. I hit someone. Manitoba is going to be 100% absolutely pissed. I thought I could handle myself! Why did I do it? Why can't I just control this stupid, stupid temper!?

"Mal Smith? You can go to class now." Principal Bukowski says to me. I didn't even realize that he was standing right in front of me. Whelp, no surprise. I am in trouble. Referrals for the Malevolent me I suppose. I grab Mike's stuff and start walking to ELA. Yup, I memorized his schedule from just looking into that mirror all day. I wonder if Mike and the others saw what I did?

This gives me some hope in this whole disaster. Maybe they don't know! Arg, wait, they have to! I left with Manitoba in that room. There is no way he took his beaming eyes off that mirror for even a second. Sometimes I wish I did have a trigger.

I'm not like the others. I know I'm not. I have problems, and I don't have a purpose, or at least I haven't found one yet. Manitoba is there to help find missing stuff that Mike might have forgotten, and to give him courage. Vito is there to get Mike some girls in his life and to be the tough guy when Mike is talked about. Svetlana is there to get Mike through athletic obstacles. Even Chester has a reason. Yup. That old geezer. He is there to take the argument side of Mike and the frustrated kind of stuff.

What am I here for? To ruin Mike's life. I know he is the original but for some reason I have more power than all of them. But why? I open the door into the ELA room, to see Mrs. Baker starting her lesson.

"Oh, Mike, I got a call. You can come in." She says as I step into the class five minutes later than everyone else. As I take Mike's usual seat, a kid starts to pester me. "Hey? Mike? Can't help but notice your hair."

Great, not this again. "Yup." I respond in an anger filled tone. Of course my hair is different. Is this kid stupid or something. No. He just wants to make fun of Mike and myself… like everyone else in this damn school. Then, the kid pokes me in the back. How dare he do that! But I have to play it cool. I am already in trouble. "You are such a freak Michael! You multiple outcast. No wonder no one talks to you. No wait! I bet you talk to yourself!" He laughs, and so do others. Like wild hyenas.

I want to punch this kid unbelievably bad. Just make his laughing face shut the heck up! Why do they pick on us! They pick on Mike for something he does not have control of. They pick on us for being real people but the only difference is that we share a body. Well… I don't know if we are REAL people. That question is still in the air.

Finally, Mrs. Baker steps in, and hushes the children. That's right, shut up you vermin. I find that now is a better time than ever to go back into the mind. Our body is now out of the trouble scene and he is in ELA class, one of his favorites.

I am now in the mind again, after giving up my position. I at least expected something nice, like, 'You okay?', but boy was I wrong! Manitoba greets me with a good ol' slap upside the head. "Great to know you care." I say as I look into his anger filled eyes. "You are darn right I care Mal! Mike is now in trouble for the 100,000nth time! This is all your fault! When are you going to learn mate! Stop taking control!" He yells. His words seem to echo, one by one. I hear every single word with such pain.

I only respond with a glare at first, but then speak, "What? Oh no I get it! Look, Manitoba? I don't have a flipping trigger! So when do I take over? Huh?" I ask him. He seem to have a butt load to say, but swallows some of it up, just to say what is necessary.

"You can take over at home! That's something right?" He asks. No, it really isn't. "No, it really isn't!" My lips repeat what was in my head. I continue, "Why only at home? I mean, really? With dad!?" We both go blank.

Not really anything to say to that, huh fake Australian? I know I am somewhat fake but GOD! He isn't even in an aussie's body. Where the heck did that accent come from? Finally, Manitoba speaks, "Mal? You chose to…" I agree. We know this. I don't have to, but I do. I don't know why though. I just, feel like Mike doesn't deserve hits…. Hits… Hits….

"Mal! I said, 'Do you understand?'" I shake my head to get out of my paranoid thoughts. "Yeah Manitoba. I understand." I respond and he sighs, and grabs my shoulder. "We all love you. I can never stop saying that mate." Manitoba says with a chuckle. I chuckle back. This feels nice. To talk to someone like this again. I forget how happy they all made me. I have to say, the two of them that still care and love me to the core, is Manitoba and Mike. Mike especially although it sucks that him and I are the main ones that take over. We only really get to talk on nights or naps at home.

I look back at Manitoba but through the door looking out into the hall from the mirror room, I can vaguely see Vito's slick back hair. Of course they are eavesdropping. Why not? Do they not freakin' get that this is personal?

I can't really say personal. I mean, I did punch a kid right in the middle of a class and then came back. What kind of idiot am I? Am I really that delusional, as to think that I could get away with this? I never do. I never ever do. "Mate? Like I said, we all love you, but you have to control that temper of yours. It's getting out of control. You need to learn that this is Mike's life. Yes we help…" Manitoba trails off, and I know why.

"What? Are you saying that I don't have a purpose!?" I yell at his face and I hear whispering from behind that door. "Guys! Stop listening!" I shout and I hear the tiniest sound. It was Svetlana saying, "I told you he was listening." The sounds of running footsteps fill the room, as they dart down the halls. Manitoba sighs at this, and looks back into my eyes… well, eye. "No Mal you do, but we just don't know what it is."

"Oh, that makes me feel a lot better." I say, with the most sarcastic voice I could pull off, which is pretty good. Manitoba keeps trying to convince me that I have some sort of purpose, but it's obviously nowhere to be found. "Mate you really do. You fit into our family like a piece of a puzzle. Trust me. You are just growing up to be a difficult little thing but heck, that's fine with me."

I smile at him, and you know what? He did make my day. It's like those words were magical. Maybe Manitoba is right. I might just have a bit of a hard time, so what? At least I will have their love with me all the time. Then, a flash of fear runs into my head… Mike's dad.

Mike's dad was not happy at me, I'll tell you that. But when I said "So what?", for having a short temper, boy was I wrong, and them loving me forever? Psh… wrong. I was just a screwed up kid. I was screwed up from a lot of things…

I hope you like the second chapter of, "Mal, the Forgotten". I am really getting into this. Just know that I will update a lot, especially on this one because Mal and Mike are my favorite Total Drama characters, but when I say Fridays and Mondays, that is when there will definitely be something. When I upload on other days, think of it as a special treat. Thanks for reading! XD

About Next Chapter: Chapter 3- "A Whole Bottle and then Some", is about the punishment of when Michael returns home to his family, and who stands up for him when needed.