It seemed like an ordinary day. Life went by without any real excitement. Life was life. Indigo was sitting in her bedroom doing here homework, just like any other high school girl. She was the girl who did her homework on time, but never really got into any of the discussions.

'Life is so boring,' she thought again for the billionth time. She took her hands away from typing her essay on her computer, due in two days, and rubbed her hands through her short, curly black hair. 'I got most of my essay done; I'll take a break for…I go with half an hour.' Indigo closed down the essay on the computer, and got up to look in the mirror.

Indigo pulled back her short hair and started to make weird faces in the mirror. Then, her mother's voice came up the stair to her bedroom, "Indigo! Are you done yet?" Indigo rolled her eyes.

"Almost done, Mom!" She yelled back down. 'Man, mom can be such a jerk about homework. I mean, come-on! I am finally a senior and I am 18! I can take care of myself!' Indigo turned from the mirror and plopped down on her bed. "Why the hell is she like this?" Indigo sat up and reached for her MP3. She turned it on and found her favorite sound: 'She's a Wild One' written by Faith Hill.

They said change your clothes
She said no I won't
They said comb your hair
She said some kids don't
And her parents dreams went up in smoke

Indigo got up and walked back to her door, closed it, and went back to the mirror. 'Why is Mom so hard on me? I mean, I know I am nothing like what she wants me to be…' Indigo begins to judge herself. Not the kind of 'fat here fat there', but the kind in her mind.

They said you can't leave
She said yes I will
They said don't see him
She said his name is Bill
She's on a roll and it's all uphill

'Oh, I am leaving all right. As soon as I graduate next month! I got a good job.' Indigo thought about how working as the manager at the local Comic store even counted. She frowned. Maybe not.

She's a wild one
With an angel's face
She's a woman-child
In a state of grace
When she was 3 years old on her daddy's knee
He said you can be anything you want to be
She's a wild one
Runnin' free

Indigo begins to think of her own father. 'Dad always knew I was different than Mom and sis.' Indigo was the oldest, four years to be precise.

She loves Rock and Roll
They said it's Satan's tongue
She thinks they're too old
They think she's too young
And the battle lines are clearly drawn

Indigo smiled as she remember the first time she defied her mother; when she came home listening to rap. That was sophomore year. She chuckled, 'Man, Mom was madder than a tsunami with nowhere to go!'

She's a wild one
With an angel's face
She's a woman-child
In a state of grace
When she was 3 years old on her daddy's knee
He said you can be anything you want to be
She's a wild one
Runnin' free

She has future plans and dreams at night
When they tell her life is hard she says that's alright

'Yes, I have plans. I am getting out of here. I shall move out of state. Out of this dump called a town.' Indigo spun around, arms out, and stopped looking at the mirror as she sang along with the last few lines of her song.

She's a wild one
With an angel's face
She's a woman-child
In a state of grace
When she was 3 years old on her daddy's knee
He said you can be anything you want to be
She's a wild one
Runnin' free

Another song started to play, but she did not pay attention to that. Because when she stopped spinning, her eyes had caught sight of the first comic she ever touched; a TMNT comic book. It was not in the regular paperback version, but an actual book full of the comics. It did say it was season one…It was going out of stock at her work, so she picked it up and so saving it from the doom of the trash can.

Indigo bent down and picked the book up and out of the growing pile of comics at the base of the mirror. She gave it a quick look before hugging it tight and set it back down. Then, she looked back at the mirror.

Indigo let out a quiet gasp. She was looking at none other than Michaelangelo. Not the artist she learned about in art class, but the teenage mutant ninja turtle. Indigo slowly brought her hand up to touch the mirror. Michaelangelo did the same. He seemed to be doing the exact same she was doing. So her hand touched the mirror just as his did.

Just then, there was a blinding flash of neon green that caused Indigo to close her eyes. The next thing she knew…nothing had changed. Or at least, nothing seemed like it did. She was still looking in the mirror at Michaelangelo. He was still doing exactly what she was.

Then it hit her, 'something feels…different.' She trailed her eyes away from the mirror. The world had changed around her. Indigo let out a, quite, audible gasp. She was in the Lair. The TMNT Lair in the sewers! But the next thing was what really trilled her. She heard the voice of her favorite mutant creatures.

She ran out, following the sound. 'Man, I can move fast here…' Then she saw the Master Splinter, the Leonardo, the Raphael, and the Donatello. She frowned, 'where is Mikey? I just saw…him.' She understood what happened as Master Splinter spoke, "My son, where have you been?" 'Son? He should know that I am a…human…' She looked down at herself and gasped. She was green, had three fingers and two toes. She looked across her body at a belt and, ('Ohhh') nun-chucks strapped in. She put her fingers to a mask on her face. She gripped the tails flowing down her back…no, shell.

Indigo gasped as she realized what had happened. She was not looking at Michelangelo in the mirror, she was looking at herself!