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Mal Meets the Rebel	By : Bloodylilcorpse Category: +S through Z > Total Drama Island Views: 3631 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters or anything related to or from the 'Total Drama' Franchise. All characters are owned by Tom McGillis and Jennifer Pertsch. I do not profit nor make any money from this.

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Roxanne's Pov:
"Well, this really sucks." I said as I started to pout.
"I don't even want to hear it, girlie." Mal says in an irritated tone. "I don't even know why I have to do this, I'm not the one who put hair remover is Chris's shampoo!"
I stuck out my tongue at Mal and made faces.
He growls back at me waving his finger.
"Both of you SHUD UP, and get to picking up that trash!...Don't make me have to get off of this porch!" Chef shouted at us from the front entrance of the juvie facility.
To put it bluntly, Chris finally came up with a punishment he deemed good enough for the loss of his hair and the shampoo and conditioner I ruined, which I think was still worth it. He has not just me, but Mal too, cleaning and picking up littered trash around the building.
"I want this whole entire premises cleaned up by three o'clock on the dot! Right now it's exactly 7:18 a.m. You both got less than seven hours!...Do I make myself clear you bunch of ninnies?!" Chef commands as he sits on a lawn chair sipping lemonade in a speedo.
"Yes!" Both me and Mal replied grudgingly in unison.
After a few minutes, I couldn't hold in my curiosity any longer.
"Hey, Chef!?" I called as I paused to look in his general direction.
"What do you want maggot?!" He says with a displeased look on his face as he slams down his drink.
"Why are you wearing a speedo?!..Isn't that indecent exposure?!" I called back to him while cupping my hands over my mouth to help my small voice carry over.
Mal stops what he's doing, and looks up to as if surprised to discover what I just said was true, and then shakes his head, and goes back to picking up trash with a stick.
Chef's eyes start to twitch. He gets up to his full height, and says, "Miss Davison, do you want to wash that graffiti off the front gates as well?!..."
"Not exactly." I replied in a small voice.
"Then stop fooling around and wasting everyone's time! You have until three, remember?!..If it's not done by three, Chris'll have something very special planned for you, and your pal over there." Chef says with an evil grin.
Mal gives me a very dark look, and I nervously grab a firm hold of my trash bag and quickly get to picking up the garbage.
"That's much better." Chef says to himself as he reclines in his chair while unfolding a newspaper, and starts to read it.
"You do realize I'm not gonna let you off easy for this, right?!" Mal says in a dangerous even tone of voice.
"You don't scare me, Mr. Mal." I state calming as I continue the tedious work.
I look up only to see Chef glaring at us over his paper.
"I better not find any trash laying around by three, you bunch of slackers!" Chef bellows over at us.
We both glare back at him and continue to work in silence after that. I didn't even look at either one of them for hours. By then I was so thirsty, it felt like my tongue had turned into a giant cotton ball, but I didn't dare piss Chef off any more than I already had this morning. So I just dealt with it for the time being.
Mal's Pov:
"When I'm done with this little fiasco, I will be paying Red back for this!...That is a promise. I swear I make her stay a living hell!" I mused as I peeked over my shoulder at her as she was bent over collecting trash.
By ten, both myself and Red got the front of the building and some of the sides done, but we still had the back that led to the basketball court to go. I dreaded it because of all the stupid peons I'd have to work around to get it done.
Not long after we started the back of the building, Chef had stopped us for lunch. So I took the sack lunch and eat in silence once again. I glance up and look around me because I noticed Red was nowhere to be found. After several minutes of combing the area over with my eyes alone, I see her taking a drink from a water bottle, then she just goes back to work.
"Hey, workaholic!" I shout over at her. "You like picking up trash that much?"
"No, as a matter of fact, I don't!" She shouted back "But I would rather get this done, and not find out what "Chris's special little something is" later if you catch my drift."
After that, she turned around and went back to it. I didn't really eat much either, to tell the truth, the food was bad. It was like the sandwich and fruit was left out too long, and had gone bad. I tossed it into the nearest trash bin and headed back to the trash collecting.
Chef's Pov:
I woke to my wristband going off, it was three, the appointed time for me check, and see how the two fools faired. As I begin to get up and go take a look, they both approached me with several bags full of trash that smelled rank.
I narrowed my eyes at them as I hand Mal a key, and say, " Alright, dispose of those vile bags of filth up front by the gates, there is a dumpster there, and here is the key to unlocking the lid to the dumpster. I want it back in my hand in three minutes. Starting now!"
They both sigh and take the trash to the dumpster. They quickly discard the trash and head back to face me.
I look down at my stopwatch, and I read,"Two minutes point thirty-four seconds. Not bad for a couple of limp noodles."
They both glower at me with sour faces as I continued, "I will now check to see your handy work, and don't forget if all the trash is not collected..."
"Yeah!...Yeah! We know!" Roxanne says with a tired sigh.
I gave them both scowl and quickly surveyed the whole entire building from front to back and side to side. Everything was clean and tidy. I was impressed, so I let go after that.
Roxanne's Pov:
On my way back in, I ran into Duncan. He asked where I had been, and what was up with Chris and Chef. So I told him everything from the time I went vent climbing to tampering with Chris's hair products to Chris's threat in the office and then "the cleanup chore" Mal and I just share. Duncan was tickled by Chris's loss of hair. He laughed so hard tears ran out of his eyes, but he was sympathetic about the trash pick up though. After that, we pretty much split.
I was so tired after that I pretty much didn't care about my last class, so I just crashed into my cell/room and passed out there. I don't remember much after that.
I guess Chris showed Roxanne and Mal who's boss or did he?...And what's Mal planning to do to get even with Roxanne for getting him involved in the trash pick up?...Find out soon enough.
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