I do not own anything.
You heard about Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles? Of course, you do. They're famous. Me; not so much. To be honest, that's a stupid idea, they're turtles, but ninjas. I used to believe in it. When I turned seventeen, I stopped believing in those childish things. Before you call me a snob, my name is Sirena Daniels. I lived in New York City, with my Uncle Merle. My dad died when I was nine years old. So, you can see why I quit my childish ways.
Now, you know about me.
I will begin this story.
10:00 AM, ''Angela,'' a voice said and nudged me.
''Uncle Merle, what are you doing up? My name's Sirena,'' As I sleepily rubbed my eyes.
''I know, your dad always wanted to name you Angela. Your mom decided Sirena. now, your name is Sirena Raine Angela Daniels.''
Oh, okay...
''That...is so cool. But sorry, Uncle Merle, I have to sleep, and it's 10:00 AM,'' I whined, pointing to my alarm clock, and furious that the crazy man woke me up at 10:00 AM.
''Time for jogging,'' my uncle cheered.
I sighed, and got out bed. I took a shower, we went to IHop for Breakfast. I took the blueberries with whipped cream. We jogged. We walk a whole mile to my school. I enter the school. Roosevelt High. I saw Casey Jones. The cutest guy in the school, who skipped a grade.
"Hey, babe," he told me.
My heart pounded; the moment will be better. Not, that I love him.
"Jones, I'm not your babe,'' I said, even though I secretly wanted him to be my husband.
He winked at me. I winked back at him.
He got his hockey stick up,
"Maybe." I told him.
Then, I saw Principal Jane.
"Maybe, later." I told him.
''I'm fine with that.''
I went to class! all, I thought was, 'he called me a babe.' Casey, the Casey Jones, the one who spilled grape juice on my pink dress on my first day of Kindergarten. He's been my best friend ever since that.