Who?
Who am I, well, for starters my name is Misty, I'm 10 years old. I'm in 4th grade and I have a mom and step dad. My moms a whore and my dad's a drunk. My real father I have no idea nor clue who or where he is. I also have white, white hair with purple eyes and peach colored skin. In case you're wondering how I am able to look like that well let me tell you that I am apparently part albino. But not a true albino because of my purple eyes, since true albino would have pink ones (True fact by the way). Any ways my family isn't all that happy, as you can tell, and with being so different from other people its kind of obvious that I have no friends, that they don't like me because I'm different. This also makes me mad, why is every judge by looks, would it kill some one to judge me by my personality, so at least if they hate me it would at least be for a real reason. But that didn't happen and I was alone, with no one…..but that all change on a cold Thursday night.
Misty sigh as she sat in her small room, alone. Her step father dearest was out drinking and she knew for a fact he wouldn't be back for a few days doing god knows what. And as for her mother the sound of moans and other disgusting things made her sick. She had persuaded a guy from the bar next door to come with her so they could have 'fun'. Misty sigh as she listen to the I-pod she had stolen from school. She felt bad but couldn't help it, I mean, she needed something to listen to when he mother was screwing around, and beside the kid she stole it from was rich so its not like she could just get another one. But Misty had to admit the songs were horrible, she didn't know the code but you can slide your finger from the bottom up and a grey slide would come up, and if you press the play button it could then play random songs. Misty sigh, just perhaps a few more minuets and she would be safe to remove her ear buds. And just when she thought it would never stop, she then herd the front door slam shut, indicating the guy now left. Misty sigh, she knew he mother would be out like a light, not waking up even if the house was on fire, literally. Misty took out her ear buds before she then laid more comfortable on her bed. She stared up to the ceiling, not sure what to do. No happy memories came to her mind to think about, no happy thought of tomorrow, just nothing, nothing to be excited about when she woke up, almost no reason. She felt a small tear in her eyes before sitting up, what was the point of her life. No friends, no family, her life held no love or reason of any sorts, making her heart beat painfully at the thought. Misty then felt a breeze coming from some where, she turned her head to her window, some how it got open. She sigh again, trying to whip her tears away before approaching the window. She frown when she saw the window open, it some how did that sometimes. She moved the curtains out of the way before seeing the familiar sight. She saw the building next to her, being another crappy hotel, and she had to only look down a little to see the bottom of the ally way. She frown upon the cold dark place, so similar, Misty then look up, if she look up to it at an angle she could see the dark sky. She saw how dark it was, except for the very few stars, and then she recognize one. She remembered a story book where it said if you whish on the evening star your wish would come true, she look up and saw a star. She wasn't sure if it was the same 'evening' star like it said in the book, but it was the brightest one she could see by far, the brightest one that out shine the others. Misty then thought about a whish, maybe she could give it a try.
'But that's stupid' she thought 'a star can't give you what your want, especially some one as useless as her. But she still look up the star, and then hope came over her heart and mind as she folded her hands together, she closed her eyes, and then whispered.
"Please, please give me a family…..or a friend…or some one to love, and have them love me…..please" she whispered, Misty closed her eyes and waited what felt like forever, until she finally open her eyes. Misty wasn't sure what she had been expecting so see, but she was met with nothing, and she bowed her head as another tear came. She should have known, Misty gave a small shaky sigh before she then reach for the window attending to close it all the way, but was stop by a sound. At first it sounded like a cat meowing, but then Misty slowly realize the sound shifted into the recognizable sound of a…..baby…crying. Once Misty realize this she gasp in shock, their was a baby crying and there was a possibility it could be hurt, maybe alone, and even scared. That thought alone was enough to get Misty to do what she did next. She push up the window up all the way before she then stuck her foot out and carefully landed her foot onto the could metal of the fire escape. Her feet where covered by some white socks, so it wasn't that cold as he race down the 2 sets of stairs to go down. She lived on the second floor, and their was some mess up with the blue prints on this building, causing it where the stairs went all the way down to the ground, with out the end of the fire escape turning into a latter like all the other fire escapes in New York. Misty carefully walk around the ally way, wondering where the sound was, she thought maybe it had stop and a parent or something had taken their child away to calm them down, until she herd whimpering. Misty followed the sound until she then saw the only dumpster in the ally way. She knew that it had been taken out a day or so ago, so it was probably relatively clean inside, with hopefully no garbage in it. She herd the whimpering defiantly coming from the dumpster and wanted to scream. What kind of sick mother or father left a kid alone in a dumpster, and in New York City for crying out loud. Misty took deep breath, okay it was clear there was no way in hell she could leave the kid there, which means she would have to take it out, maybe even take care of it. Then in the morning she and her mother could take it to an orphanage. I mean, her mother may not like her but at least she would probably do that. Once Misty decided on that, she carefully walk over to the dumpster that was not really tall or big in her opinion as she carefully lifted the lid. When she did that she saw some thing, scurry to the back of the dumpster, Misty couldn't see the kid, but by the silhouette of their form it was a kid of maybe age 2, or probably one. Misty could tell that the little one was probably scared of her, and she frown at that.
"Come on" she called out gently to the shaking form. "Its okay, I won't hurt you" She said, the figure still look at her, not sure if the trust her. "I'm a friend" Misty tried "and friends don't hurt friends" she said, that must have gotten the kid to trust her a little, as he slowly took a step closer to her warm and happy face. But the face turned into shock when she saw the foot come into the light, and saw the green colored and circle shape of it. Misty felt even more shock as the figure soon came completely into the light, he look like to be a…..turtle. The turtle had light, light brown yellowish green skin, that was more on the green side, and where those also dark green freckles? Misty saw as the small turtle, who still thought Misty as a friendly person, came closer to her, making Misty gasp as she then notice the wounds on him, wound that look they slashes, as if he fell through grass. Even in pain and tear streaks in his light, baby blue eyes he smiled brightly up at Misty.
"You're a turtle" Misty thought as the little turtle then realize that she might not be as friendly as he thought. Misty slowly thought about the fact. In front of her was a 1 year old turtle, one that stood on 2 feet and had more human traits then turtle traits. 2 options came to her mind, she could either:
A: Slam the garbage lid, run into her apartment, call the cops, and had the 'turtle' taken away.
Or: she could…..keep him.
Misty stared at the innocent turtle, as he shock face fell away to unsure like state, and the small turtle smiled, thinking that she was still a friendly face as he study her. Misty look at how human he look, and not how different he look. He walk like a human, he look similar to a human, he had 2 eyes that look also like human eyes, he also had hands that appeared they could hold things, despite the fact that they were large and three fingered. Misty frown, she couldn't just send this small child away, after all, had she been not been judge by looks from other people, making her feel understanding of what its like to have no friends on complete facts of her appearances. When in reality, their was a whole personality in her that people could like, maybe even love, if given the chance. Misty smiled as she carefully bent down as far into the dumpster as she could. The small turtle smiled and gave a babyish giggle as he was lifted from the dumpster. Misty almost fell back wards as she held the small turtle steadily. He was light, she realize, but then again he was the size of a regular 1 year old, he just could walk better then some one year old should be able to. Maybe he was smarter then most 1 year olds. None the less Misty smiled as the turtle latch to her neck, burying his face under her chin, it appeared he didn't like being alone, that made 2 of them.
"Come on" She giggled "Why don't we get you all clean up" Misty said, now realizing he was filthy, covered in dry blood with wounds that could get infected, and smelled kind of bad. Giving a sigh she slowly turned and began to small trip up to her floor, the turtle kept giving small squeaks and other baby like sounds of excitement, Misty smiled, he was so cute. Soon she was in her room, Misty didn't hesitated as she walk out of her room and into her bathroom. She wasn't joking when she said her mother could sleep through anything. So her starting the bath and cleaning a one year old, mutant, turtle was not at all going to come close to waking her up. Misty sigh as she flip on the switch, the small turtle squeaking with surprise, excitement, and awe. She smiled. He really was soooooo cute, she then set him on the tile floor next to the bath, he again squeak at the coldness of the floor, Misty giggled as she sat on the ground crises-cross apple sauce as she then lean over and plug in the bath before she then turned on the water. Just as she then waited for it to fill up a little, she was shock to feel the small turtle suddenly walk into her lap, she then giggle, it appeared the small turtle didn't like the tile floor in the least. Soon the bath was filled with warm water that was just the right height for the small turtle. Misty then carefully set him into the bath, he again squeaked in shock, but then smiled as he allowed Misty to completely set him into the water. She giggled as he began to slash the water again and again, until Misty finally thought it was time for her to finally start cleaning him. She took a cloth and added a little soap to it before she wetted the cloth and rub it until white bubble appeared on it. The little turtle giggled and gasp at the bubbles on the cloth. Misty then tried to wash him but he was being a little hard to work with, but then when she offered him a rubber duck Misty swore she could have glued goggle eyes to him and he wouldn't have cared one bit. Once that was done and the water was a dark red and brown color she then pulled the plug, allowing water to drain before she grab the turtle so he couldn't stick his finger to the sucking drain. He smiled as he was getting Misty all wet, Misty sigh before she grab a white fluffy towel, the turtle again squirm but she manage to dry him off, she sigh as the little turtle played with the rubber duck still, hearing it squeak again and again. Misty smiled as she finally finish drying him, Misty then frown at the cuts, they were shallow and probably not scar but some were slightly open, she sigh before she began to clean the bathroom. Destroying any evidence that she had used the bath at 11:30 at night to clean an adorable, mutant, one year old turtle. Misty then took the turtle, returning the small rubber ducky to the proper place on the edge of the bath tub. She then pick up the turtle and then open the door, turn off the light and return to her room, it also didn't matter if the light was on, she again would not care. So Misty turn on the light in her room as she then turned towards he bed with the light mint green sheets. She smiled as she set the small turtle onto the bed, green was her favorite color after all. The turtle look around, in awe and happiness at the things around him, Misty then bent down and reach underneath her bed before she then pulled out a white color first aid kit. Now having a drunk step father with a whore of a mother who only kept because of the well fare money, she obviously would get hit, even thought it was slaps on the cheeks on some hard shoves, she had always thought it was safe to keep a first aid kit in her room. So she pulled it out and thank the god she had recently safe enough spare change to buy more supplies. She smiled as she set the box next to the small turtle and slowly pulled out the supplies like some ointment for the wounds, some band aids and a little gauze, the turtle had whimpered at the ointment, but Misty had kept a warm, loving, and firm stare at him, letting him know that he was safe and that the ointment would help him, which he return the stare with trust and something else. Soon she was done, and Misty smiled as she then saw the adorable turtle give a big yawn, he must be tired. Misty smiled as she then moved the top of her bed and pulled back the covers. She then set Mikey there and laid him back until his head rested on the pillow, he didn't seemed to mind as he the began to close his eyes, Misty then couldn't resist as she lean down and gave a loving kiss to his head. The turtle smiled in his sleep as he began to gently breath.
"Good night" She whispered, Misty knew she wouldn't be able to sleep, no not until at least 3 hours. She, after all, had just found the most curious, adorable, and fascinating creature in the world, and it was sleeping next to her in her bed, how could she ever hope to fall asleep. So Misty settled on just staring on the small turtle with a loving gaze, she was so focus on the small turtle she did not see the figure that stood out side the window, and she did not notice him until he was in the room and standing in the shadows.
"What are you doing with my son?" Came a voice that made Misty jump a mile away from the small turtle, the thing then moved so quietly and swiftly to the bed, standing near it and still covered in the darkness, then a pink colored, almost paw like hand came out, resting a gentle hand on the turtle. Then she saw some one glare at her with red/brown eyes, what was that? Who was that?
Who?
OKAY END OF THE STORY, I AM REVISING THIS STORY BECAUSE I DID NOT LIKE ORIGINAL AND I THINK THIS WILL BE BETTER, WHICH MEANS I PROBABLY DELETED OTHER VERSION, WHICH SUCKS, SO YOU KNOW, NO LOST. ANY WAYS TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK SO FAR, WILL BE UP DATING SOON AND PLEASE CHECK OUT MY OTHER, I HAVE ONLY WRITEN TMNT STORIES SO FAR, ONE 2014 AND INCLUDING THIS ONE 2 2012 ONES, AND THEY WILL BOTH ALL (INCLUDING THIS STORY) HAVE SEQUEALS. PLEASE REVIEW, AND AS ALWAYS.
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