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Mariointhemiddle: Thank you for the nice review! I only recently started watching MITM and I got hooked so naturally I decided to write some fanfic about it. :) I'm not entirely sure when Groundhog Day became popular again, but I've always loved it's concept. As for the Wilkercest warning, I put that in the story because upon browsing the MITM fanfic page, I noticed Wilkercest was a common theme. I'm not a fan of those kinds of relationships myself, but I know that pairing is apparently popular in MITM fics so I wanted to let people know there wouldn't be any Wilkercest at all. And I totally agree with you about Cynthia. Thanks again for the review!


It wasn't as if Malcolm's alarm clock had never rang on a weekend. Sometimes he had an important extracurricular activity to do early in the morning, one of his brothers thought it'd be a good way to annoy him by setting his alarm, or it was always possible that Malcolm had simply set an alarm by mistake. It wasn't likely, since he prided himself on being able to remember simple tasks such as this one, when the rest of his family wasn't always able to, but there was a first time for everything. Malcolm rolled over in his bed and groaned. Judging from the alarm clock, it was precisely around 6:30 in the morning. He frowned. He definitely didn't have anything planned especially since his mother had grounded him from doing anything other than school or breathing and he distinctly remembered having not set his alarm for the weekend.

The most likely option was that Reese being the idiot he was, had decided to turn his alarm on while he was sleeping for one of usual moronic jokes.

"What the hell Reese?" Malcolm snapped at his older brother who was just beginning to roll out of bed.

Reese glanced at him sharply. "What?"

"What did you set my alarm for?" Malcolm snapped.

"You set the alarm buttmunch," Reese retorted irritated. "You know about school?"

"Today's a Saturday," Malcolm said slowly.

"No it's Friday. We have school today remember? Stain."

Normally Malcolm would've rolled his eyes at his brother or come up with a snarky remark of his own, but this time he was a little perturbed at Reese's words. If Reese wasn't being a complete moron, then perhaps it really was a Friday. In that case did it mean that Malcolm had dreamt the whole day yesterday? It didn't seem likely, but what other possible explanation did he have? He began getting dressed in a bit of a daze, while his thoughts kept spinning in his head. He was sure that today was supposed to be Saturday. After all, yesterday was so vivid. It wasn''t every day your mother dragged you out of her car after your classmate told everyone the two of you had sex together. Not to mention his mother had been absolutely furious. It was hard to dream up that kind of anger especially when it came to Lois Wilkerson.

Of course it was just a dream you idiot. That's the only logical explanation.

Suddenly his mother yelled, "Malcolm get a move on!" and he startled Malcolm out of his thoughts. He hurried into the kitchen where she was busy packing the boys' lunches while scolding Reese for having attempted to slip an ice cube down Dewey's back.

"Remember, you better be at home by 3:15 so you can watch your little brother understand?" Lois said and Malcolm nodded slowly. "I mean it. Not a second past 3:15 you hear?"

"I know." Malcolm said. Normally he would've been more sarcastic, but he didn't feel up for it that day. The young teenager felt like a zombie as he began going through all the motions he did before, afraid that doing anything differently would cause something even weirder to happen.


Unfortunately even though it seemed he had dreamed up Friday, he hadn't dreamed up the rest of the week. From the moment he walked into school, he was greeted by "Hey there Stain!" Or "How's it going Springstain?" He couldn't find any of his friends either although to be honest that wasn't a surprise seeing as how much he'd been mistreating them lately. He didn't see any of them until lunch where he was once again sitting at a table by himself.

They took their seats with him and began blathering about how they had all joined the Chess Club and how Dabney and Llyod were the Chess King and Queen. Cynthia must've noticed his pensive expression, because she said. "Are you okay Malcolm?"

"What?" Malcolm said looking up startled. "Yeah, Yeah I'm fine."

"Well try and cheer up Malcolm," Cynthia said. "It's only the first week. People will forget anything ever happened. Anyone aren't you the ones who said that all the popular kids are just a bunch of shallow self obsessed jokes?"

"Well maybe I'm shallow too!" Malcolm exclaimed. "I want them to like me. Maybe that's stupid, but this was my first chance to have a good repuation ever since being a Krelboyne ruined it at our old school. And now I don't even have that anymore."

His friends looked at him sympathetically for a moment before Stevie breathed out "There's-always-college."

Malcolm rolled his eyes. "That's four years away Stevie!"

Stevie smirked.


Malcolm went through the rest of the school day doing everything he remembered from his dream? Yesterday? Every time something eerily familiar happened to what he remembered, he would flinch and immediately go back to whatever he was doing. It was definitely turning out to be a weird day and all Malcolm wanted at this point was to go home. He was making his way out of the school when he heard Cynthia calling his name and the next thing he knew, she had looped her arm through the crook of his elbow. She began blathering on about joining The Y and was trying to convince Malcolm to join her as well, when Reese came running up exactly like Malcolm remembered.

"Mom's here!" Reese blurted out. "Dad got in trouble. Mom's really pissed."

"Mom's here?" Malcolm said. Perhaps this time his plan would work. Maybe this was the universe's way of giving him a weird second chance even if it came in the form of a bizarrely physic dream of sorts.

"That's it!" Malcolm exclaimed and before Cynthia and Reese could say anything, Malcolm had detached himself from Cynthia and bolted to their car.

This time his plan would work. Sure he'd be spending the rest of his teenage years at Marlin Academy or some other rigorous military school, but at least he wouldn't be subject to anymore ridicule from his peers. He was just about to grab the Hide A Key from under the car, when Cynthia ran up to him.

He winced. Great.

"Malcolm!" Cynthia painted out of breath. "What do you think you're doing?"

"I'm going to crash the car and get myself sent to military school like Francis did." Malcolm explained.

Cynthia stared at him incredulously. "Malcolm that is the stupidest thing I ever heard!"

"No it's genius!" Malcolm said and before Cynthia could do anything else, Malcolm had opened the door of the car and stepped in. Like before Reese had tried to stop him as well until he relaixed that Malcolm wasn't above running over his own brother in order for his plan to work, when Cynthia began knocking on the car window. He sighed and rolled down the windows. "What?"

Cynthia looked around at the entire school who had gathered to watch and blurted out, "Malcolm if you do this I will never have sex with you again!"

"Again?" Malcolm echoed just as the whispers and murmurs began filling the schoolyard.

Even his friends were looking surprised and Reese looked as if he wasn't sure if he should be jealous or impressed. Malcolm hesitated knowing that now would be the best time to leave or follow through on his plan, but before he could his mother had appeared out of nowhere and yanked him out of the car.


That night Malcolm sat back in his room long after Reese and Dewey had fallen asleep. His mother had grounded him and Cynthia's reputation was most likely ruined, but his one consolation was that tomorrow would most certainly be a Saturday. He even made sure to unplug his alarm clock so that it would not have any chance of going off the next day. He lay down in bed and fell asleep.

He heard the alarm clock before he noticed anything else. It was the same beeping sound it always was, but this time it was somehow even more awful than usual.

No. No. No. This was not happening. Malcolm sat up in bed. His heart was pounding in his chest, his hands felt sweaty, and he almost felt like crying. What the hell was going on? His alarm wasn't supposed to go off. Reese and Dewey weren't supposed to be getting up for school. It was supposed to be a Saturday and he should be grounded.

Malcolm had no idea what was going on, but things were most certainly NOT alright.


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