Chapter Two: Sometimes, You Just Can't Help It.
The ray of sun beamed through the tiny window of Mike's room. He weakly opened his eyes and sat up slowly, looking around the room. He looked over at Static. His body was all curled up in a ball and he seemed some-what frightened but asleep. Static opened his eyes quickly and noticed Mike staring at him.
'Good morning Static!' Mike said trying to sound cheerful.
'A-are you one of you're personalities, or are you... Y-you?' Static asked in a scared tone.
'Yeah. It's just me. Why do you seem so scared?' he asked the other teen. Static blinked and said 'Svet... Set... Whatever her name is... You know your gymnast personality?'
'Yeah, Svetlana. Did she do something wrong?' Mike asked again with concern. Static stretched his back and replied 'Well, yes. He... I mean she, was doing gymnast tricks this morning and kicked me in the eye,' Static whipped his messy hair out of his eyes, and there upon his left one, was a purplish small bruise that had circled his eye.
'Static, I'm so sorry!' he replied feeling shame on himself. Static just shrugged and went down the hall to the bathrooms, which sadly had many kids and teens already waiting for a shower. Mike sighed again, getting up from his bed and decided to just not have a shower this morning. He pulled up his sleeves on his shirt and took a quick glance at scars which covered his wrists, but looked away not wanting to look at them.
Yes, he had tried cutting his wrists. It was late at night, remembering that there was a knife in the drawers. He sneaked off to the bathroom and dug the knife deep into his skin. It hurt like hell, feeling the sharp knife slice across his tanned body. Blood poured everywhere, and Mike felt kind of dizzy. At that time, he gasped and Svetlana came out and yelled 'I cannot do gymnastics with an injury!' Svetlana grabbed bandages quickly from my room, cartwheeling down the hall-way, while trying to hold pressure against his wrist. Svetlana tied the bandages around the wrists. He gasped, turning back to his normal self; being confused at what had happened.
'I should of never cut my wrists, I really regret it now,' Mike thought.
He pulled on more of his clothes (making sure Vito wouldn't come out) and went down to eat breakfast. At the Orphange, they taught school on Monday to Friday's. It was Monday today. There were three groups; Primary School, Middle School and High-School with about seven or eight classrooms. The High-School only had one classroom, because of the small amount of teens. The class got put to work and as usual, Mike sat alone. Most people never came near him because he would randomly break out in personalities. There was a knock at the classroom door and everyone all turned around to the door-frame. There stood Ms. Whitaker (AN: My mum's last name XD) with a big smile upon her face. Her curly grey hair was neat and tidy, along with her clothes and her glasses sat upon her face. She was one of the main people who worked at the Orphange.
'May I speak to Mike, please?' Ms. Whitaker asked his teacher. Mike's
teacher nodded and continued on with the class. Everyone was surprised to see his name get called, especially Mike himself. Normally if you get taken out of glass, you might of done something horribly wrong or getting an interview with unknown parents wanting to adopt. He walked out to stand next to Ms. Whitaker, pulling down his long sleeves on hid jumper hoping she wouldn't see the cuts.
'I have exciting news! There is a couple wanting to have an interview with you,' she said with excitement.
'So? It's always the same. I get interviewed, my personalities get out of control and then they leave with shock,' Mike told her sighing at the end of my sentence.
'This time, this two don't mind if they have a teen with MPD. They said it would be loads of fun!' Ms. Whitaker said happily.
'Wait... What! was finally going to have parents?' Mike thought. His heart filled with joy as his mouth turned into a large smile, showing the gap in between his teeth.
'Is this for real?' Mike asked again, hoping it wasn't a dream. Ms. Whitaker laughed and replied with a 'No, this is not a dream,' He jumped up and down with excitement, feeling quite childish but the teen didn't care. Mike gasped and turned into Chester.
'I don't need parents! I'm already old enough!' Chester whined in an old voice. He gasped, turning back to normal.
'Sorry about that. That was Chester. Um, can I have the interview now?' Mike apologized and asked. Ms. Whitaker nodded.
*Later*
Mike went inside the interview room, seeing two happy adults staring at him across in two seats. The lady was quite short and had curly brown hair, with tanned skin but was a tiny bit overweight. The man was very average sized, with dark hair but pale skin. They both however had large smiles on their faces.
'Hello Mr and Mrs Smith! This is Mike,' Ms. Whitaker announced sitting down on an empty seat across the couple.
'Hello Mike!' Mr Smith said happily.
'Nice to meet you,' Mrs Smith said calmly but had a great smile upon her face. Mike grinned and replied 'Hello. Nice to meet you too,'
'Well, they seem nice,' Mike thought.
The interview went on. They asked Mike his interests, hobbies, what job he would like to have, favorite subjects and many other questions.
'Um, you do realize I have MPD, right?' Mike asked out of the question.
'Yes, of course. I'm a psychology doctor so I know many things about Multiple Personality Disorder,' Mrs Smith told him. Mike smiled in return.
'So, what personality's do you have that can change?' Mrs Smith continued.
'Well, I have an old man named Chester. He can be quite grumpy but he's great when you get to know him. I have a Russian gymnast named Svetlana. She is very good at gymnastics and can be competitive,' Mike replied. 'I have two more. One named Manitoba Smith. He's an expert in exploring and always has a good sense of direction. And my least favourite one; Vito. He can be quite flirty and a bit of a rebel,'
'Wow, this will be exciting for us,' Mr Smith said in return.
*Later*
Mike waited outside the interview room while Ms Whitaker had a talk with the two. He twiddled his thumbs and was biting his nails. Mike felt nervous. The door sprung open and Ms. Whitaker burst out happily and announced 'Mike, you're getting adopted!' Mike stared at her for the second but his face turned to a huge, large smile and his heart lit up with joy.
'R-really!' Mike asked again.
'Yes, now off you go to pack your bags and then head to class. You'll be picked up tomorrow,' Ms. Whitaker told Mike calmly. Mike nodded and jumped happily down the hall, going up to his room.
'I'm finally getting parents!' Mike thought.
*The next day*
'Bye Static,' Mike told his room-mate.
'See you Mike. Glad you're getting adopted!' Static replied. I gave him a tight hug, but let go afraid that he was loosing breath from him being so small. In my hands, it held my bag. I didn't have much in it so it was pretty light. Everyone else was going to their classes, but I just merrily walked down the hall. One of the teens from the other day came up to me and said 'Who'd want you as a child? Why would anyone want to adopt you?'
'I ask that to myself about you all the time, but I'm not complaining so shut it,' Mike said proudly to his face. The teen stood there speechless and then ran off down the hall-way. Mike headed towards Ms. Whitaker's office, where his new parents stood happily.
After sorting everything out with Ms. Whitaker, Mike was ready to head off. They walked out the building and Mike turned around to see his old home.
'Goodbye Toronto City Orphanage. And good riddance,' he muttered under his breath while staring up at the building. He turned around to a white, old car and hopped inside in the back with his bag.
'This will be a 2 hour trip. Are you comfortable back there?' Mrs Smith asked him as she turned from the front seat.
'Yes, thank-you Mrs Smith,' Mike replied kindly.
'No need to call me Mrs Smith, call me mum,' she told him with a large grin. Mike smiles and replied happily 'Sure mum!'
Mum. Mike felt happy when he said it. Mike gave out a big yawn and turned to see the orphanage fading away in the distance from the back window. Mike smiled to himself and closed his eyes, falling asleep against the seat.
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'Mike, we're here!'
The teen fluttered opened his eyes slowly, seeing a himself inside the car. Mike looked around to see his new parents in the front seat.
'Welcome to your new home Mike,' his dad announces. Mike looked out the car window and saw a small but very nice house. It looked just like a happy family should live. Mike grinned again and got his bag. Later, he got shown around the house getting to see everything in sight.
'This will be your room,' his mum told Mike. He peeked past the door frame seeing a double bed, a desk with a laptop, a wooden book-case which was surrounded by white shining walls.
'Wow, this is great!' Mike said happily.
'It used to be the study room but now it's yours,' his dad told him. Mike smiled again and ran over to the two giving them a hug.
'Thanks so much! I'm really happy right now,' Mike said releasing the hug from the two. They wandered the house some more and even got to meet the pet dog. His name was Oscar, a King Charles Cavalier and was very excited to see the teen as he jumped up and down with excitement. Mike felt the same way as Oscar did, he was even more happy that he got his very own dog!
Later that night, Mike went to sleep in his new bed. He was going to school in a couple of days but he felt nervous inside.
'How do I tell the people at school about my personalities?' Mike thought.
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The ray of sun beamed through the tiny window of Mike's room. He weakly opened his eyes and sat up slowly, looking around the room. He looked over at Static. His body was all curled up in a ball and he seemed some-what frightened but asleep. Static opened his eyes quickly and noticed Mike staring at him.
'Good morning Static!' Mike said trying to sound cheerful.
'A-are you one of you're personalities, or are you... Y-you?' Static asked in a scared tone.
'Yeah. It's just me. Why do you seem so scared?' he asked the other teen. Static blinked and said 'Svet... Set... Whatever her name is... You know your gymnast personality?'
'Yeah, Svetlana. Did she do something wrong?' Mike asked again with concern. Static stretched his back and replied 'Well, yes. He... I mean she, was doing gymnast tricks this morning and kicked me in the eye,' Static whipped his messy hair out of his eyes, and there upon his left one, was a purplish small bruise that had circled his eye.
'Static, I'm so sorry!' he replied feeling shame on himself. Static just shrugged and went down the hall to the bathrooms, which sadly had many kids and teens already waiting for a shower. Mike sighed again, getting up from his bed and decided to just not have a shower this morning. He pulled up his sleeves on his shirt and took a quick glance at scars which covered his wrists, but looked away not wanting to look at them.
Yes, he had tried cutting his wrists. It was late at night, remembering that there was a knife in the drawers. He sneaked off to the bathroom and dug the knife deep into his skin. It hurt like hell, feeling the sharp knife slice across his tanned body. Blood poured everywhere, and Mike felt kind of dizzy. At that time, he gasped and Svetlana came out and yelled 'I cannot do gymnastics with an injury!' Svetlana grabbed bandages quickly from my room, cartwheeling down the hall-way, while trying to hold pressure against his wrist. Svetlana tied the bandages around the wrists. He gasped, turning back to his normal self; being confused at what had happened.
'I should of never cut my wrists, I really regret it now,' Mike thought.
He pulled on more of his clothes (making sure Vito wouldn't come out) and went down to eat breakfast. At the Orphange, they taught school on Monday to Friday's. It was Monday today. There were three groups; Primary School, Middle School and High-School with about seven or eight classrooms. The High-School only had one classroom, because of the small amount of teens. The class got put to work and as usual, Mike sat alone. Most people never came near him because he would randomly break out in personalities. There was a knock at the classroom door and everyone all turned around to the door-frame. There stood Ms. Whitaker (AN: My mum's last name XD) with a big smile upon her face. Her curly grey hair was neat and tidy, along with her clothes and her glasses sat upon her face. She was one of the main people who worked at the Orphange.
'May I speak to Mike, please?' Ms. Whitaker asked his teacher. Mike's
teacher nodded and continued on with the class. Everyone was surprised to see his name get called, especially Mike himself. Normally if you get taken out of glass, you might of done something horribly wrong or getting an interview with unknown parents wanting to adopt. He walked out to stand next to Ms. Whitaker, pulling down his long sleeves on hid jumper hoping she wouldn't see the cuts.
'I have exciting news! There is a couple wanting to have an interview with you,' she said with excitement.
'So? It's always the same. I get interviewed, my personalities get out of control and then they leave with shock,' Mike told her sighing at the end of my sentence.
'This time, this two don't mind if they have a teen with MPD. They said it would be loads of fun!' Ms. Whitaker said happily.
'Wait... What! was finally going to have parents?' Mike thought. His heart filled with joy as his mouth turned into a large smile, showing the gap in between his teeth.
'Is this for real?' Mike asked again, hoping it wasn't a dream. Ms. Whitaker laughed and replied with a 'No, this is not a dream,' He jumped up and down with excitement, feeling quite childish but the teen didn't care. Mike gasped and turned into Chester.
'I don't need parents! I'm already old enough!' Chester whined in an old voice. He gasped, turning back to normal.
'Sorry about that. That was Chester. Um, can I have the interview now?' Mike apologized and asked. Ms. Whitaker nodded.
*Later*
Mike went inside the interview room, seeing two happy adults staring at him across in two seats. The lady was quite short and had curly brown hair, with tanned skin but was a tiny bit overweight. The man was very average sized, with dark hair but pale skin. They both however had large smiles on their faces.
'Hello Mr and Mrs Smith! This is Mike,' Ms. Whitaker announced sitting down on an empty seat across the couple.
'Hello Mike!' Mr Smith said happily.
'Nice to meet you,' Mrs Smith said calmly but had a great smile upon her face. Mike grinned and replied 'Hello. Nice to meet you too,'
'Well, they seem nice,' Mike thought.
The interview went on. They asked Mike his interests, hobbies, what job he would like to have, favorite subjects and many other questions.
'Um, you do realize I have MPD, right?' Mike asked out of the question.
'Yes, of course. I'm a psychology doctor so I know many things about Multiple Personality Disorder,' Mrs Smith told him. Mike smiled in return.
'So, what personality's do you have that can change?' Mrs Smith continued.
'Well, I have an old man named Chester. He can be quite grumpy but he's great when you get to know him. I have a Russian gymnast named Svetlana. She is very good at gymnastics and can be competitive,' Mike replied. 'I have two more. One named Manitoba Smith. He's an expert in exploring and always has a good sense of direction. And my least favourite one; Vito. He can be quite flirty and a bit of a rebel,'
'Wow, this will be exciting for us,' Mr Smith said in return.
*Later*
Mike waited outside the interview room while Ms Whitaker had a talk with the two. He twiddled his thumbs and was biting his nails. Mike felt nervous. The door sprung open and Ms. Whitaker burst out happily and announced 'Mike, you're getting adopted!' Mike stared at her for the second but his face turned to a huge, large smile and his heart lit up with joy.
'R-really!' Mike asked again.
'Yes, now off you go to pack your bags and then head to class. You'll be picked up tomorrow,' Ms. Whitaker told Mike calmly. Mike nodded and jumped happily down the hall, going up to his room.
'I'm finally getting parents!' Mike thought.
*The next day*
'Bye Static,' Mike told his room-mate.
'See you Mike. Glad you're getting adopted!' Static replied. I gave him a tight hug, but let go afraid that he was loosing breath from him being so small. In my hands, it held my bag. I didn't have much in it so it was pretty light. Everyone else was going to their classes, but I just merrily walked down the hall. One of the teens from the other day came up to me and said 'Who'd want you as a child? Why would anyone want to adopt you?'
'I ask that to myself about you all the time, but I'm not complaining so shut it,' Mike said proudly to his face. The teen stood there speechless and then ran off down the hall-way. Mike headed towards Ms. Whitaker's office, where his new parents stood happily.
After sorting everything out with Ms. Whitaker, Mike was ready to head off. They walked out the building and Mike turned around to see his old home.
'Goodbye Toronto City Orphanage. And good riddance,' he muttered under his breath while staring up at the building. He turned around to a white, old car and hopped inside in the back with his bag.
'This will be a 2 hour trip. Are you comfortable back there?' Mrs Smith asked him as she turned from the front seat.
'Yes, thank-you Mrs Smith,' Mike replied kindly.
'No need to call me Mrs Smith, call me mum,' she told him with a large grin. Mike smiles and replied happily 'Sure mum!'
Mum. Mike felt happy when he said it. Mike gave out a big yawn and turned to see the orphanage fading away in the distance from the back window. Mike smiled to himself and closed his eyes, falling asleep against the seat.
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'Mike, we're here!'
The teen fluttered opened his eyes slowly, seeing a himself inside the car. Mike looked around to see his new parents in the front seat.
'Welcome to your new home Mike,' his dad announces. Mike looked out the car window and saw a small but very nice house. It looked just like a happy family should live. Mike grinned again and got his bag. Later, he got shown around the house getting to see everything in sight.
'This will be your room,' his mum told Mike. He peeked past the door frame seeing a double bed, a desk with a laptop, a wooden book-case which was surrounded by white shining walls.
'Wow, this is great!' Mike said happily.
'It used to be the study room but now it's yours,' his dad told him. Mike smiled again and ran over to the two giving them a hug.
'Thanks so much! I'm really happy right now,' Mike said releasing the hug from the two. They wandered the house some more and even got to meet the pet dog. His name was Oscar, a King Charles Cavalier and was very excited to see the teen as he jumped up and down with excitement. Mike felt the same way as Oscar did, he was even more happy that he got his very own dog!
Later that night, Mike went to sleep in his new bed. He was going to school in a couple of days but he felt nervous inside.
'How do I tell the people at school about my personalities?' Mike thought.
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