Hi, I exist in real life. I always did want to write fanfictions when I was a kid for fun. It's not great but I think I can get better. If you have any error, it's because I use ESL, and you can help me fix it if you want. If I want to write more in the future I will find a beta . Have fun. O this is from the most recent movie.
The sun was low in the sky when Davey Brulez passed under the red light and across the cross walk, his stomach heavy and filled of chilli cheese fries. He was wearing some jeans with black and grey Rebok shoes, a white shirt with a grey zip up hoody, and had a old book bag over his shoulder. Today he hung out with a friend at his house, and his friend let him take a shower, wash his clothes, and charge his laptop computer, so he was happy that when he come back to the homeless shelter he will be able to browse the Internet all night. Maybe I shouldn't drain my battery, he thought; it wasn't easy for him to go to bed at 8pm like the shelter people wanted, and there was nothing to do anyway. It was best when he could watched movies on his computer.
"Mikey, give it up. Whatever pizza shop you thought was here isn't anymore, they obviously closed or moved."
"It's around here somewhere," Mikey promised. "I swear! Casey told me about it. Thin crust, dude!"
Donatello sighed and then he hanged his Shell Cell in front of Mikey's face. "Then maybe you should call Casey? I'm not looking all night, I have work to do."
"Donnie stop telling a lie. You Google cat pictures half your time."
"Shut up. Call Casey and find out where this place is, or I'm going home."
Davey didn't know what time it was, but it must be close to 6:30, so he walked faster. The sidewalk was empty, except a woman in a long shirt and PJ pants he walked by, and cars drove by when a red light changed to green. Davey walked around the corner. Suddenly, someone shoved his arm, and he bumped into the glass of a empty store. He wasn't angry, and looked at the person, expecting them to say sorry, but they didn't and it was the woman he just walked by. She pushed him again so he hit the glass and he felt it vibrate under him. "Stop!" He wanted to yell at her what her problem was? But she grabbed his book bag and fought him for it, shoving and pulling his shoulder length dark blond hair until he let go. "Wait! That's all I have!" he called after her, but she were already running.
He chased her two blocks but had to stop because his side hurt. He breathed heavy and held his ribs and watched the girl run away. All his belongings was in his book bag, without it he only had the clothes on his back. "Fuck!"
Mikey was just about to call Casey when he saw a girl run like she were very afraid of something. "Where is this chick going in such a rush?" then he saw Donatello looking far back, and he looked too and saw Davey.
"I think she just robbed that kid," Donnie said. He jumped on the ledge of the building, ready to chase her. "Let's go help."
"A lady robber?"
"That's what it looks like."
Mikey didn't believed Donnie, but he followed him anyway. They ran on peoples roofs and jumped on fire escapes, trying to keep up with her until she slowed down, caught her breath, then walked slowly and looked through the book bag. She walked past an allyway and Mikey said, "I got her," and swung his nunchuck at her. It tangled around her feet and she fell, dropping the book bag on the cement.
"Son of a...what the hell? What is this thing?" the girl was a teenager, maybe 19, and she started to untangle her legs. On a fire escape Donnie used his bo staff to pick the book bag up, and Mikey snuck behind her. He used his mask to blind her, and retrieved his nunchucks, then shoved her down and hid in the shadows with his brother.
"You shouldn't steal from people," Mikey told her. "It's not cool."
"Who are you?" she asked, but they was already gone.
Davey was almost to the homeless shelter when out of nowhere, his book bag dropped from the sky and caught on the rail of some persons house rail. He looked all over, but didn't find anyone, and when he searched, everything was there.