The dirty little girl looked at her rather blankly.
"My name is April Jones," She said, placing her groceries on the floor, "Is there something wrong? Are you lost?"
The girl shook her head confidently, shifting her two brown packages as she did so.
April blinked, "you sure?"
"Ha-yes, just going to my aunt's home,"
"Alone?"
"Yes,"
April didn't know if the girl was bluffing in front of a stranger or…something. But what she did know that this child was alone, and that she couldn't just leave her there on the sidewalk.
"Is it okay if I come with you? Just to make sure nothing happens,"
"…It is fine,"
''''''TMNT"''''
Americans were so odd. What did the lady that smelt like food mean when she said 'make sure nothing happens'? Was New York so dangerous?
She was (slightly) grateful for her concern, but she could handle anything that 'happens'.
Yet no matter how hard she tried, she could not say it, the words would just get stuck in her throat. And no amount of coughing could clear the blockage. All it did was worry the woman, which was the exact thing Ina did not want.
"Are you sure you're okay?"
"Yes,"
"But you were coughing just now,"
"There was something stuck in my throat," The girl lied, "It is gone now,"
The woman shrugged, "Alright, if you say so,"
They walked further.
"So…how much farther is it to your aunt's?"
"Not much, I think,"
April halted "You think?"
"My mother has a sister here, My Oji-grandfather told me to go to her if he passed away,"
"So then…"
"He died of old age,"
"I'm so sorry,"
The girl shrugged, "It.. It was bound to happen at some point, there was nothing I could do,"
The next time they spoke again was when they reached their destination.
"Are you sure this is where your aunt lives?"
"Yes," Even the girl seemed a little uncertain.
The front yard was a garden, filled with many different, many rare flowers, yellow, pink, purple, blue, pink and blue. It was certain that whoever she was, the aunt was a brilliant gardener.
It also showed that she was very protective of her plants, the entire perimeter of the house was surrounding by a large spiky fence. The fence loomed over the pair, crisscrossing the ground with its shadow, yet shiny against the bright glare of the falling day.
As they watched, a bird landed lightly onto one of the spikes. With a flash of electricity and a loud squawk, the bird fell off at their feet, twitching. There was the smell of burnt feathers.
Before they could respond, the door of the house opened.
"Another one," The woman in the pink flowery dress and the large pointy nose grimaced. Then she saw her visitors and glared at them, particularly at the younger of the two.
"So…that old man's kicked the bucket already?" the woman snorted, "About time, the world is better without the likes of him,"
The girl clenched and unclenched her fists. "My grandfather-"
"Shut up child! Honestly, what was that geezer teaching you? How to be a Mountain ape? You should know better than talking back to your elders, but then, he was a crazy old man anyway."
"Don't you dare talk about my Ojii-chan that way!" the girl yelled, "He was a great teacher and the best sam-"
"Silence!" The aunt spat, "you will have nothing to do with that nonsense!"
The girl clamped her mouth shut, but her eyes were like tiny blue flames. How dare she, this demon call her master a geezer, whatever that meant. She was sure it was not a nice term. How dare she!
April had been uncomfortably watching the conversation and decided now it was time to intervene, "Ma'am?"
She looked at her, "What do you want?"
"April, April Jones, and I think you may be a little bit too… harsh? She's just a little girl,"
She sniffed, "Thank you, Miss April Jones, but I beg to differ, this girl is a barbaric little imp who will soon learn children are not to be seen, heard or acknowledged,"
She turned, her pink dress swaying, "Come child,"
The girl did not move.
"I said come!"
"Never, you old hag,"
"What. Did. You. Say?"
The girl shook her head defiantly,"I will not live with someone who insults my grandfather, family or not,"
"Oh?" Janet sneered, "Well, then,"
She leaned in, her nose a centimetre away from the girl's.
"What are you going to do, live on the streets like the dog you are? Who else would take in a little snitch like you?"
"I will,"
Me: My first TMNT fan fiction! WOOT!
OCs belong to me, Nothing else.
EDIT: Did some cleaning with this one,