Heyheyhey! wassup peeplez? This was just a little plot bunny that i've had in my head for months, and just know decided to write! Any way, i have chapter two planned, should be up by next week. hopefully longer!
Leo P.O.V.
I wake up feeling well rested, despite the fact that I could barely sleep last night. My eyes open to face my ceiling, painted with a blue sky and a turtle design. I always liked that. Turtles are my brother and I's favorite animal, and seemed like a family thing, something we shared.
My ceiling, as well as my brother's, which is an orange sunset with a sea turtle, were painted by our father in his free time. He is a Ninjutsu teacher and our Sensei, but he still always finds time to hang out with us, even as teenagers, and trust me, Mikey can get pretty dramatic, even on a good day. But still, life was good.
I sigh, rolling out of bed to greet the new day. But not just any day- the first day of school! I know, I know, not very exciting to some people, but I, for one am ready, having nearly slept in my clothes I was so excited. I did, however, end up wearing normal pajamas. I jump off my mattress, (Space Heroes, of course) and pull of my p.j shirt (also Space Heroes). I look around for my blue button up shirt before spotting it resting in a neat pile with my favorite pair of jeans.
After I get changed I walk to to bathroom, brushing my medium length straight black hair into an even part with my blue comb (we had to color code because Mikey used to get lice a lot), and slipping on my tennis shoes while brushing my teeth. I race to Mikey's room and wake him up, feeling slightly better about myself when I see that he, infact, did sleep in his clothes, his green shorts and bright orange and green hoodie looking slightly big on his small body.
Mikey is, and always has been, the baby of our family. Even if he wasn't so small and a year younger than me, his pale, round face, dotted with freckles, that held those bright baby-blue orbs made him look like a child. A child that hates it when people assumed he is younger that he is, unless of course, he can get something out of it.
I wait as he pulls on his boots, and we jump down the stairs together. Our house is somewhat old-fashioned, but we don't mind. It has a nice, homey feeling to it, and always smells like hot tea. It is our father, Hamato Yoshi's favorite drink. He says it reminds him of his childhood, before his brother Saki ran away from home and disappeared.
Father meets us at the bottom of the stairway, handing us our backpacks, lunches, and even a slice of pizza as breakfast, per usual. We thank him and hug goodbye before stepping out onto the porch to walk to school. It's always easy for us to walk because, well, we live almost right across the street from TMN Tech. Don't ask me what TMNT stands for, because I wouldn't know. And DEFINITELY don't ask Mikey, because he will come up with the CRAZIEST names. One time he swore it secretly stood for Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. Like I said, Mikey has a pretty active imagination.
We head across the street and walk up the steps to the school, briefly passing a frightening looking man yelling at his two sons, one in a red muscle shirt, and the other hiding inside a large purple hoodie. Man, I sure wouldn't want to be those guys. They look new though. Maybe Mikey and I will have them for some of our classes. I am shook out of my thoughts as the bell rings, and we rush inside so not to be late.