TMNT © Nick

The lunch lady placed a bowl of dark colored oatmeal on the lunch tray of a purple haired nerd, Irma.

"Ugh, oat meal? I'm not really into this stuff, ma'am, is there anything else?" she asked.

The lunch lady shrugged and took the oatmeal back, and replaced it with a cold bowl of plain pasta.

"Well, at least it doesn't look like it came from the sewer," Irma grumbled.

She lifted her tray up and walked, looking for a place to sit. Not many options were up for her. She may look like a punk, but she was a nerd, and nobody likes a nerd but other nerds, but she didn't like nerds at all. She preferred to be alone. Alone with April O'Neil. Why? That is a story for another time.

Irma made her way to the very end of the canteen, where a lonely April O'Neil silently poked on her food.

Irma's brow raised with a smirk. She walked over and sat beside the red head.

"I'm surprised Casey Jones isn't sitting with you today," she teased.

"He got detention for playing hockey in the halls," April replied absent-mindedly.

"Hey, you okay?" Irma asked, lightly elbowing April.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Why?" April asked, turning her head to Irma, who met empty blue eyes.

"Because you're eating a bowl of week old oatmeal and I know you're not into that stuff. Like, really. You could barely look at it," Irma said.

"I'm fine, don't worry about it," April insisted, turning away.

Irma passed her a worried frown and began to eat.

It wasn't long until a girl came passing by with a basket of candy. "Would you like some candy?" she asked Irma.

"Sure, why not?" Irma replied, taking one.

The girl walked away and Irma popped the candy into her mouth.

"Are you sure you wanna eat that?" April asked.

"It's candy," Irma replied, "Of course I do."

April ignored Irma and continued playing with her food. Irma read the wrapper and her eyes went wide. She ran off, leaving the wrapper, by April.

April glanced at the wrapper and had some Chinese writing, giving away the hint that it might have come from Chinatown.

She read:

Eat Shit

Eat sugar shit, lucky.

She didn't know how to react.