Chapter 1: Tha Start of an Adventure
I ride home from school on my trusty motorcycle. I can feel the wind playing through my hair (well, the bit of it that sticks out from under my helmet anyway). The afternoon rain clouds my vision of the buzy New York streets. This is the only drawback to having a motorcycle, not being able to see in bad weather. It didn't really matter that much to me though. I was just happy to be on my own and away from the people in that crowded campus. I couldn't stand being around a lot of people, yet out off all the places I could have lived, I chose the Big Apple. It's weird, but I feel that I would be able to find myself better in a place where no one would notice or judge me; while in a small, one hit town, everyone would watch my every move and be all up in my business.
I finally reached my apartment. I walked in the back alley, checked to make sure that no one was around and hid my motorcycle in its' usual hiding place. I climbed the fire escape, which lead to my bedroom window. I opened it and stepped into my apartment (I know it's a weird way of going into your own house, so just bare with me on this). My golden retriever, Sammy, met me at the window. He always brought a smile to my face on hard, stressful days. I kneel down next to him and pet him on the head. His leg bounces up and down on the floor as I move from his head and pet his tummy. I let out a small chuckle from this reaction. I turn around and close the window a bit. I close it just enough so that the smell of the rain can intoxicate me. I take in a deep breath and plop down on my bed. Sammy hops up and lies down next to me. I reach under the bed and pull out my sketchbook. I flip through the pages and look at all of the pictures I have drawn over the years. Most of them were of my heroes: The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. I loved them a lot. I had practically all of their movies and I always made sure to get up extra early on Sunday mornings to catch em' on T.V. Anyone could ask me anything related to TMNT and I would nine times out of ten know the answer. Just to make it plain and simple, I was a TMNT fanatic. As I continued to look through my drawings, I began to feel strange. I have been told on countless occasions that I live in a dream world. My parents were always telling me that I was crazy for believing in fictional characters and that dreaming would get me nowhere in life. That is why I decided to leave Detroit. I wanted to prove to them that I can survive in the real world. I always felt that I was a little eccentric, but my parents used the word crazy and that is something that I never want to become. With a sad expression plastered on my face, I closed my sketchbook and placed it back under my bed. I got up and began getting myself ready for work.