TMNT © Nick

OCs © MPN

(This story is just a short, I'll do my best to get the second one up. I don't really feel like writing it just yet, though.)

She was always the shortest in the bunch, well, second shortest if Dakota didn't wear thick soles or heels all the time. She remembered being slightly taller than almost everybody in nursery school and she loved it. She remembered calling them midgets, always teasing them, savoring the moment. Some people laughed along with her, others would ignore her, but the worst case scenario is when they are offended.

She remembered when she was high school in the Philippines. She was shorter than almost everybody. Her cousin, whom she used to tease lot, was in the same class as her and always teased her and called her the same name she called him when they were little. She always wore an amused smile when she was teased, it was fun to watched her once half foot shorter than her cousin grew to at most three inches taller than her.

Puberty hit them all hard. Their voices grew deeper, but hers didn't. Well, it did but it was only the slightest note change. So slight that you couldn't even tell.

She always enjoyed being short. Always able to sit up front in class, stand in front of pictures, cut in lines without being noticed. And one of her personal favorites: being able to hide from street gangs before she even had powers...or slight ninja training, not that it helped.

But if there were pros, there were cons. One day, in a fight with the King of Demons, Luhan, her lack of height struck her. Hard.

She remembered that day. The day that she earned the scar on her shoulder.

She was running. Well, they were all running. But she was tired. They all were, but her stamina was way less than theirs. She had high patience and determination, but that doesn't matter when your stamina is low.

Everyone came to a big pipe. It wasn't that big but she had difficulty climbing it. Halfway up, with her friends helping her, an arrow cut trough her skin.

After a tiring escape, Donnie had to cover six stitches in a blood stained bandage on her right shoulder. She was sad. Very sad. You could almost say depressed.

She never thought that she would get so happy about a tease. Yet she did.

"You know that you wouldn't have gotten hurt if you weren't so short, right?" Raphael asked.

"Yes! Yes I know I'm short! I've been short since high school!" She squealed.

"Geez, I was just teasing. Wasn't trying to cheer ya up," he huffed.

"Yeah, she was short since high school but in nursery school, she was so tall," Vikie bragged.

"It was actually only a few inches," Vi supplied.

"She always called us midgets, and now, her cousin calls her a midget!" Vikie added.

Midget. That was what she was, a midget. A small person. She was a midget. And she was proud of it. Why? Because she wouldn't know that to do if she were taller than everyone.