Ok! This is one of my sekunde ever written Fanfic :) This is my first about the new cast which involves Mike and Zoey. Tell me if I need any improvements to the story! BTW, Mike's telling the story.


'Loser!'

'You're such a freak!'

'You don't deserve to live!'

'Who'd want to be Marafiki with a guy who changes personalities?'

Those words stung my heart, but not as much as what these people were doing to me. They kicked me in the chest, pushing me to the ground and yelled in my face. Just because I have a multiple personality disorder.

Why was I born with this curse? I ask myself that swali every day.

Why do I have to suffer through this? I ask myself that swali every hour.

Why was I born with a multiple personality disorder? I ask myself that swali every minute.

After being pushed to the ground again, I opened my eyes seeing 3 tall guys standing over the juu of me. They evilly stared at me, and soon enough everyone else started crowding around.

'You're so weak! Why do wewe even bother to live?' asked one of the guys, stepping on my stomach. I yelped in pain, as he foot pushed further down.

'Please... leave me alone,' I weakly asked closing my eyes. I was about to get ready for zaidi pain when I heard a high pitched voice.

'Hey! Live him alone!' yelled the voice. I opened my eyes to see another person standing inayofuata to the gang of guys. She had dark red hair, with a maua, ua on the side. She had the prettiest face I had ever seen.

'Oooh! It's the loner Zoey, standing up for crazy dude here!' laughed one of the guys.

'Oh-no! Please don't hurt us!' one of the other's yelled sarcastically. Lying on the ground, I watched the girl grab one of the guy's arms and pulling it up behind his back. He started whimpering from the pain.

'Uncle! Uncle!' he yelled. The girl dropped him, falling to his back. He and his other Marafiki ran off. The girl pulled out her arm and I grabbed onto it, as she slowly pulled me up.

'Wow. Thank-you so much!' I told her.

'You're truly welcome. I've seen them being mean to you. Why didn't anyone else stand up and tell those bullies to leave wewe alone?' she asked.

'I have no friends,' I told her. 'No-one likes me because I have a multiple personality disorder,'

'You're in luck. I don't seem to have any Marafiki either,' she replied. 'That's why they called me a loner. My names Zoey kwa the way,'

'I'm Mike! How'd wewe beat those bullies anyway?' I asked.

'I watch a lot of action movies,' she replied.

'Really? So do I! So, you're not worried about my multiple personality disorder?' I asked.

'No way! I bet it'll be funny and kind of cute!' she told me.

For a moment we gazed into each other's eyes, without saying a word. Until... I started gasping.

'Augh! wewe whippersnapper! What are wewe doing 'ere?' I asked in my elderly voice. Zoey giggled while her cheeks tinted to a pale red.

'Yes, definitely cute!' she alisema while giggling.