A/N I just wanted to say that I am open to fan art all you need to do is post the link in the comments! thank you :) Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: The OtherHalf of the Story Prologue: A Note from the Author

I'm sure you've all heard about the teenage mutant ninja turtles. But I'm also sure that you don't know the whole story. Why's that, you ask? Well because you have no idea who I am. I'm part of the whole story. But nobody's ever told my half of the story- until now.

Maybe it's 'cause I'm not a mutant.

Maybe it's 'cause my life wasn't as difficult.

Or maybe it's just 'cause it's not worth telling.

But to know the turtle's story, you have to know my story.

I have to warn you that this might be dangerous knowledge to have. The faint of heart should probably stop reading now. And I can't guarantee that what I'm about to tell you fits in perfectly with the story you know. Like I said, dangerous info. You've been warned.

I think all you turtle fans deserve the truth. I think I deserve for people to know the truth. So I'll tell you- but remember, this is a secret. Shhhh!

Read on- if you dare!

-Lea

Chapter 1: In the Beginning

The story began in an orphanage in New York City, with four baby girls reaching through the bars of a crib to try and reach each other. Yes, girls. The oldest of the four- a little girl with a tuft of caramel brown hair and dark blue eyes- yeah, that was me, Leigh-Anne. Then came Raphaela, with her tuft of jet black hair and her brilliant green eyes, brighter than emeralds. Next to her was Daniella, who had walnut brown hair and mahogany colored eyes. Finally, there was Michelleangela, the youngest and only blonde of the four, with baby blue eyes full of curiosity.

Someone came in that day. I wish I could say I remember what he looked like, but I don't. Luckily, though, he adopted us that day- all four of us. I still wonder how he managed to get the four of us to his house. Anyway, he took us home, where he left us with a caretaker- a friend of his or something. He went out, I believe, to get us a pet. But he never came back.

He was never found and, once he was assumed to be dead, his lawyer came. Somehow he'd written us into his will, even though he'd just adopted us. He'd left his friend as our legal guardian, given him half of his left over fortune, and split the rest of the money up between us four girls. He'd also suggested that we be trained in ninjutsu- as he had been himself- and even left contact information for a teacher in the city.

His friend- our new guardian, Eddie- took us to his house, which was a lot bigger. So he raised us and became our father. Half of the story, he never told us. He had no pictures of the man who adopted us and told us little about him. He did, however, do a good job in being a father. We each had our own room, customized how we wanted. He seldom ever forced to do anything unless he was certain it would benefit us- like going to school. One of the things he did force us to do was take those ninjutsu classes. Apparently, though, the teacher didn't have a proper dojo so Eddie remodeled one of the rooms of the house into a personal dojo.

And so we began to train as soon as we could. When we were little, we loved the sense of adventure. Then during the middle of elementary school we started to hate it. It was so much work! But then our sensei, Master Splinter, got us back in the spirit by middle school.

And then we started high school...