RE-EDITED MULTIPLE TIMES: ... *sigh* You honestly have no idea how many times I've re-written this damn note explaining myself |:^\. I'm going to be blunt.
The purpose of this story is that I'm the main character, well, OC character within this story. I based my boring ass life in this story, but some things will be tweaked. I thought it might be ideal because I constantly kept seeing female OCs with barely any originality- no, I don't hate them, I just wanted to see something different, but I didn't and so I decided to create my own story featuring myself (yes, self-insert). Sorry if I say something in the note (which I doubt you'll read...) that might spoil future chapters, but I'm just going to be honest.
No, I won't be a ninja.
No, I won't be a mutant.
No, I won't have a shitty past and will live with turtles.
No, the turtles won't love me.
It's just me being an average girl with my honest love for TMNT, it's simple. I'm not begging for reviews anymore, it's too cliche and demanding your attention- I'll be doing my thing. This will be the last time I'll edit this forsaken damn note, so, just letting you know. But that's not entertaining, is it?
Eventually as chapters turn around I'll go to the TMNT world through magic and soul sucking and plunging, but that's all I'm going to say, okay? It'll make sense. I only have elven reviews, and I'm thankful for that but... nevermind.
I'm done retyping the note.
3/10/14
I decided to use a different approach in meeting the turtles, though, I won't be meeting the turtles anytime soon within chapters, gotta build up a character with depth! Know what I'm saying man? But that'll be boring, right? Well then don't worry, I'll add the turtles in the real world since that's the most realistic factor. And when I said I'll be using myself, I mean literally use myself (address my physical features and somewhat of my life.) but let's not be stupid enough to put our information out there! It's not safe to do so kiddies! So, I'll all change names and genders and majority of my hometown (remember kids, don't give your personal information to a stranger!) but I'll just keep my first name.
All real life characters will be changed and fictional character will be added, so no one will be like ''you're using real people!'' and all actions will be fictional, at least most.
No hard skeptism, hopefully?
And finally~
I'd met this artist on DeviantArt that had this particular character within an art piece… it really intrigued me, and so with permission I decided to utilize this character for the purpose of this story. It's only just a supporting character, and…. Uh… this character is also a turtle… ^^; yeah, but with some realistic features added and some editions- I'm not editing the character at all, just shaping…- maybe that is editing; I just don't want this turtle to become a Gary Stu :/ that's all. He's name is Kei and he's the youngest of the turtles (younger than Mikey.) You are able to find out more by this link.
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Her name is Inked-Alpha :) she's a pretty good artist, you should check her out sometimes.
Alrighty, that's all I have to say! Just give me once chance by reading one chapter… just one and give me your review, whether it's a flame or a praise because I will die if I don't have any reviews ;-;. If you hate this story, fine, if you like it… keep on reading!
Okay, that's all now. Let the reading begin!
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Life Between Two Worlds
Chapter One: Normalcy
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''Donnie, what on earth are you talking about?'' April was confused, even hurt possibly at the sudden outburst from the usually tranquil turtle. The mutant laughed at her fail attempts to be oblivious, ''you knew, you knew and yet you never cared about my feelings when you started dating Casey.''
''Donnie…''
''Don't play that crap on me! You never understood how I felt everytime you gave affection and love towards an idiot who always made you upset.''
''Miss Keim.''
I tried to make the story more of an emotional conflict between the two characters with a heart-stricken touch within the chapter. It's been a little bit of a stress for me just to keep the characters intact when dealing with emotional situations, overall, I think the chapter is progressing nicely as intended-
''Amber Keim!'' Hearing my name shouted, I flinched. Glancing up from my paper I stared at the teacher who surprisingly appeared in front of me, ''y-yes sir?'' I stuttered, blinking nervously. It was the middle of English class when I decided to finish a chapter of my romance story…''where is your English studies test?'' Even though I never looked around, I could practically feel my classmate's gazes directly on me. Hesitantly I picked and fumbled through pages underneath my story until I found my completed test page, once I did, I handed the test back to my teacher.
I finished the test minutes ago, so I considered why not just finish some other stuff while I wait? ''You know test time is over, right?''
''No… sir…?'' A blush burned my cheeks when I heard students snickering, ''oh really? Amber, you remember the rules to the classroom?'' His green eyes harden with discipline. The blush grew along with my embarrassment. Right… no distractions and always pay attention to the teacher.
Perfection is succession.
''Yes Mr. Grimmen, I'm sorry for being distracted.'' He snatched my paper and gave me a grim look, ''next time I catch you again, I'll be reading all the romance stories you write. In public. Understood?'' Wait, how the heck does he know about that? Head bowed, I uttered a quick 'sorry' and shuffled the papers into my folder. Mr. Grimmen glanced at me one last time before returning to the class board; ''alright students, I will grade your papers for grammar usage, mechanic skills, sentence positioning and understanding. In the mean time, take out your English booklet and turn to page 134, and read until 140. You may start.'' I went underneath my desk in search for the sleek smooth cover of the English book in my grasp. I felt so irritated (added on with my embarrassment…) wishing deeply for school to be over when it's not even third period! A quick peek at the clock made me internally groan as a hand slid through thick, puffy curls of hair- and just… wow, my fingers is knotted in my hair.
Again.
Hissing, I slowly pulled the tiny limbs out of my puffy, burgundy afro for my hair. What? I'm not old fashion, I'm just going natural for a bit… and unfortunately, earning a new nickname 'Nerdy Afrodo.'
Sigh.
Opening the English book, I turned through multiple pages in boredom hoping that if I zone out long enough class will be over.
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Luckily I've gotten past page 140 without realizing I actually snoozed off for minutes, I began scrambling for last pieces of information.
RIIIIINGG!
I jolted from the shill of the bell- and then suddenly grinned. Thank god class is over. I can finish my studies later, what's more important to me is completing other stuff. ''Alright students, that's all for today, next time we will focus on distinguishing sentences errors. Class is dismissed and have a nice day.'' Scuffles, screeches and shuffles of desks and books echoed as some immediately dash out the door. Deciding to take my time, I grabbed all my folders and books in one arm while English sheets in the other… maybe at lunchtime I can finish my story and uncompleted artwork.
Readers don't like to wait over a month for a good chapter, you know?
Finally, I strolled out the classroom where herds of students roamed. I wasn't anything special…- well, I take that back, everyone has specialty and individually to them, I'm just not one of those popular chicks with classy Iphones and JCPenny's tennis shoes and curly long hair and…well, typical teenage bullshit. Readjusting my glasses I focused solely getting towards my locker without any distractions or foolish teasing, I'm definitely not in the mood to be teased about my hair. Sliding through people and a few teachers I'd reached the destination of my locker. Shoving all my items in one arm, I've strained with the lock, but, after a minute or two I managed the locker to open. I shoved everything in my locker and searched for my artwork pieces and other stories, but before doing so I scanned across the hallway.
Barely five people, good.
You see… I have a weird liking for something, and I, as a girl in junior highschool with snooty people and ditzy girls who are too good for themselves… it's not something I want to express vividly, like, at all. I bent down to a blank folder and grinned with anticipation once finding my 'special' folder. I must have this folder at all times… it's like holding a sacred scroll that holds key to all power-.
''What are you doing?'' I hit the top of shelf with a squeak and stumbled on the floor. Instantaneously I looked up to meet the person's mysterious face… oh, it's my friend, ''Steve? I thought you were going to lunch.'' I said, grabbing my forehead in pain. He scratched his black hair and blinked his blue eyes in confusion, ''I was… but I didn't see you at lunch cause' you're always at lunch…'' My eyes narrowed dangerously.
''Are you making fun of my weight?''
''What? No, I wasn't! I was just saying…- wait, let me help you off the floor.'' His hand reached out to me and I grabbed his in thanks. Pulling me off the floor Steve crinkled his nose, ''are you wearing perfume?'' I blinked, straightening my ruffled, lilac blouse and then placed my hands on my hips, ''yeah, maybe. Why are you asking all these questions? Ain't nobody got time for that.'' I chided
''S-sorry, it's just I can smell it.'' Steve's hand ran through his hair and his looked away briefly. I knew Steve for about a year now, recognizing his quirks and personality through fangirl and fanboy bonding… somehow we clicked after he admitted he liked Kuroshitsuji manga and was an avid Sonic the hedgehog fanatic that I secretly was too. ''So… I was wondering if you would like to hang out with me and Jamie later on after school and play some Wii and Xbox Kinect.'' I went back to my locker to grab my folder and hummed in thought.
''I don't really know Steve, I gotta do some chores at home and you know how my parents are with doing things without permission.'' Steve waved nonchalantly, ''well, either way is definitely fine with me. I can help you out with anything since I live just blocks away from you.'' It was a bit of surprise to me once I found out the I've been hanging around a stranger for all my life, and then last year that stranger became my friend. Strange, isn't it? I'm not sure if it was a coincidence or not. ''Yeah, that's nice Steve. Anyway, let's get going I wanna get to lunch because it's spaghetti day!'' A loud growling sound erupted and we both stared at my stomach, I giggled. ''My tummy says she's hungry too.''
Closing my locker and holding my folder tightly in my chest we walked down the halls and to the cafeteria. Life is pretty normal, bland, boring… whatever you'd like to call it since there's not really much to do in life besides schoolwork, chores, part-time jobs and blah. But… truthfully, if it wasn't for my fangirlish likings and fantasies, I would probably have nothing to live for each day besides school, and maybe friends.
There was silence between us; chatter of people grew louder by the second until we reached the large metal door that lead to the cafeteria. My mouth watered as we walked inside the large eating room… ''where's Jamie?'' I said scanning through hundreds of students looking for that redhead girl, ''she's over there.'' Steve's finger pointed directly at the redhead who was talking to my other friend… or acquaintance, Shelly. ''Kay', I'll meet ya in a second.'' Steve nodded and walked off towards the table and I went to the food.
Damn do I love food.
Grabbing a tray and plate, my mind mused about later doings. I could help my mom with cooking and then totally going to pass working with my brother… maybe I should give my dog a bath while at too. I shook my head as I scoop some spaghetti and dumped it on the plate.
Nah.
What I need to do is walk around my neighbor and try to lose some of these hips! But… you know… you get lazy sometimes and… ermm… yeah. Sighing, I doubled scooped another set of spaghetti (don't hate!) and moved over to other sources of food. ''Mashed potatos… greens, and… uh, I should get myself some salad too…'' Internally I wrestled whether or not to get some salad. What's more important, my weight? Or good deliciousness...? ''Eh, guess it won't hurt so much.'' I grabbed the tongs, digging deep through masses of fake lettuce and small dots of cheaply bought tomatoes and placed them on my plate.
Walking over to the dessert section, I smirked wildly. This is spot where I reveal my true hungry self… grabbing two chocolate chip cookies I shoved them on my plate, snatched a juice bottle and went towards my table.
''Hey guys,''
''Hey.'' They all replied in unison as I sat my tray and myself down. Sitting next beside Jamie I nudged her, ''how's everything?''
''S'okay.''
''Anything new, maybe?'' She looked at me with her brown eyes and shrugged. ''Nope. Well, actually, Steve said he have a new copy of Sonic Unleashed on Xbox and found a 40 minute video of the conference Sonic Boom 2013.'' A gasp escaped from my lips and I stared at Steve, who smiled in response. ''Shut up!''
''Nope, not kidding. My brother works at GameStop and someone gave him a totally new game case- which he bought and gave it to me. So, since that's your favorite game I asked you earlier if you wanted to come over and…''
''Dude, I understand what you're trying to saying.'' Feigning a tear in my eye, I smiled. ''I love you man.''
I grabbed a fork from the table and dug into my spaghetti, shoving it inside my mouth. Moaning, I scoop more pasta and began seriously eating. The girl that's sitting next beside Steve is Shelly, and how I met her is quite weird… and humiliating, and complex… but it all worked out in the end. Somewhat. That's another story to tell later. ''What's in the folder Amber?'' Jamie asked as she moved a large chunk of her red hair, ''oh… um, it starts with a T.'' Her deep brown eyes brighten, sparkles of interest and admiration glitters and her freckles seemed to beam in the light, ''lem'me see, let me see!'' I laughed at her excited demeanor. ''Okay, okay! Geeze, let me just put my fork down.''
''You have new artwork?'' Steve questioned and I nodded. ''Yup, and new ideas for my story too.'' I looked left and right before opening my folder. ''Shelly… '' My tone lowered in paranoia. Shelly was still new to me and I wasn't sure if I could trust her since she once helped Diana pour glue all over me. ''Yeah, I got it okay? Not interested in telling anyone anyway.'' I scowled and took out sketched papers of my newest fascination and fangirl interest.
''Woah… you did this one epic! And look at Raph… love those gloves by the way.'' I smiled at the praise and showed the picture to Steve. ''Is that your dog next beside Mikey?'' ''yup! But I made him anthromorphic. You like him?''
''I do… if he didn't reek so much.'' Jamie muttered and we all laughed, well, except Shelly. ''Is… is that you over the far right?'' Jamie questioned and I nodded again. About a week ago, I created some Ninja Turtle fanart with an added character based off my dog (of course! Who wouldn't?!) and then myself… who isn't a ninja by the way. Just by doodle practices of turtles and characters… and then I thought, why not just do fanart? Duh, ''yup, it's just me, Charles, and the turtles.'' It's pretty silly how years ago I barely even liked such fictional characters, and now, I can't stop thinking about them! Strange, isn't it?
''What do you guys find in that stuff? I mean… they're okay characters, but their not even real.'' I frowned at Shelly's comment and sighed, ''yeah… I know, but… it's almost like you and Justin Bieber, you know he won't ever be your boyfriend, yet you still fantasize possibly being with him. It's immature and silly thinking you can be with a fictional character, however, it doesn't hurt to dream and admire them… so that's what I'm doing!''
''…'' Shelly glared her green eyes at me with an unlikeable sneer, ''how do you know? I'm going to Justin's concert next month and getting my Baby CD signed. You can't get you picture signed because one: they're not real… and two: they're animals. You can't be in a relationship with animals.'' She tossed her chocolate bangs away from her face in obviousness. A stuck of guilt had cut me deeply as I looked away in shame.
''Yeah, but they're anthromorphic animals which means half human and half animal.'' Jamie defended as she narrowed her eyes at Shelly. I've seen the ninja turtles when I was younger before, but I never found them physically attractive, sure, they did awesome ninjitsu (none can beat Naruto though.) and were cool turtles, but I haven't found them… appealing.
Until a new series of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles came around. Even so, I already had multiple crushes on animal characters.
Like a certain blue hedgehog- uh, nevermind, forget that I said that.
''Yeah, yeah, whatever. You guys are kind of weird though…'' She muttered and I huffed in defense. ''Whatever.'' I flipped through multiple fanart until I revealed another picture of the turtles, especially one particular turtle with a familiar redhead. April O'Neil, a young and determined teenage girl that reminds me of Korra from Legend of Korra. In this picture, Donatello was holding her in a strong hug.
*Sniff* So damn cute. ''Here's another picture I'm working on right now.'' I said as I handed the picture to Steve, watching attentively as he analyzed the picture. Ever since I watched the dynamic of the tall, nerdy, gap-toothed turtle with a redhead young version of April O'Neil, famously known as a yellow jumpsuit reporter, I fell in love with them. Actually, I fell in love with new series all by itself. Not to mention this is the first time liking Ninja Turtles and not watching them for just the heck of it. Yes, I've been baptized in ooze and converted to a Ninja Turtle fan.
''You can look at my pictures while I eat.'' We probably missed minutes of precious food time by just talking! I dug into my spaghetti as I inhaled my food and then gulped, ''why do even like them together? No offense Amber, but… April was always with Casey and… erm, it's weird with her being with Donatello, you know?'' Steve commented.
''Cau…se'-''
''Swallow.'' I swallowed another set of starch and shrugged, ''they're cute. They have so many reasons to be compatible! And if he wasn't a turtle then you would agree too. Besides, the whole fanbase loves it! Ain't that right Jamie?'' She nodded with a grin on her face, ''heck yeah, I love em' just as much everyone else.'' We ignore Shelly's cringing and disgusted face as I continued, ''maybe later on the series April might become a mutant…?''
''No, just god, no.'' We had disagreements about certain things before, like this discussion for example, but that never stopped our friendship. I rolled my eyes and glanced at my salad, Should I eat my salad? I really should since it's healthy and all… but… it looks so stale, and nasty.
Then my eyes darted towards two sets of cookies laid on my plate.
Cookie, or salad? … What would Michelangelo do? More likely, Sonic?
… Damn their salad.
I snatched the cookie and shoved it into my mouth. Totally worth a cookie than fake lettuce.
We decided to switch the subject with school, weekend doings and later activities until lunch session was over.
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''Tomorrow I expect a two page analysis of historical politics of Bill of Rights. Here's your objective viewpoints and notes that needs to be addressed within the pages. You may leave.'' School's over and going home with more homework and more stress, more searching and long explanations for things you'll probably forget unless you're majoring in a field that requires them in college.
Slowly, I grabbed my stuff and pushed myself out of the seat. Everyone prepared to leave home, and so was I. Students went by the teacher's desk to receive their notes and paper, and after everyone had left, I finally made it to Mrs. Hamer's desk… ''oh, there you are Amber, here's your sheet.'' The wrinkles on my teacher's face was evident, but not enough that conveyed she's hitting elderly stage, ''thanks Mrs. Hamer,'' Her baby blue eyes stared at me with remorse, knowledge with some form knowing something that I don't.
''I need to briefly speak to you about something important.'' She stated and interlocked her fingers together. Blinking in bemusement, I raised my eyebrows and hazel eyes in curiosity, ''um, how can I help you ma'm?'' Shoved all my items in one arm and place a hand on my khakis. Silence accompanied me, and the rate of anxiety began to rise… Am I in trouble? Did I miss a few pages of homework? Will she mention my sassiness at Ms. Kimbles? ''I've noticed…'' Her blondish, grayish hair shown out as she readjusted her bangs with her pin, ''you've been in depressing moods lately, and I have known you for decent years to know enough that something is wrong. Grades drooped between the B's and C-'s… that's not something I expected from you. Are your emotions out of order…?''
Dammit, why did she have to bring up my feelings? I'm trying to avoid my depression all month! And great, suddenly my teacher brought it up. Again. Shrugging with a smile, I tried to discard her suspicion, ''I'm sorry, but I've been really busy handling home and nonsense from my family. I don't mean to have sour moods, I'm just honestly stressed.'' What I said was true. The lady stared at me with her hypnotizing eyes, ''are you sure? You aren't trying to-''
''No, I'm not.'' I hated it when teachers talked to my parents about my emotions and internal problems; I mean, seriously, it's not their business to know if I'm hurting or feeling like shit. ''Ms. Keim, I need your genuine and honest opinion right now.''
''I am being honest Mrs. Hamer. I'm not depressed or anything, I'm just really stressed.'' My teacher laid back in her chair and gave me a perplex gaze, definitely finding my anxiousness odd. I wasn't really the odd ball, a pretty normal girl that do normal things… but sometimes when bullies, stress, loneliness takes over… it's not the normal, average girl anymore, just a sad one. ''I'll keep my grades up Mrs. Hamer, I promise.'' The woman nodded her head in approval and waved me out of her classroom, ''take care Ms. Keim.'' I nodded in response and left.
''So what's on your ipod? Can I see?'' Jamie asked, moving closer to me, ''sure, you can if you'd like. Also, have new MLP songs just download!'' I squealed and pulled out my earphones, scrolling through the lists of songs, Jamie nudged me. ''Can I pick a song?'' She questioned and in response, I shrugged. ''Sure.''
Me friend Steve was sitting with Shelby ahead of me, chatting away happily while I watch them from afar in irritation. You see, it was actually because of Steve that I'm 'friends' with Shelby… I don't hate her, it's just… for some weird reason she kind of get underneath my skin. Well, that's pretty average, and nothing really special either.
Hm… I wonder what new fanfics I'll read when I get home…
A/N: Well, did you like it? Yes? No? Maybe? Please review! I love reviews and I will cry myself to sleep if I don't have one! ;-;.