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One should not lose one's temper unless one is certain of getting more and more angry to the end. -William Butler Yeats

Her alarm clock goes off which signals another day of her life. She hits the snooze button and goes ahead and sleep longer. But only to be awaken by her father, who is irritated at his daughter for sleeping in.

"Rachel, time to get up, its Friday! he tried his best not sound irritated.

"I'm up!" Rachel snaps back to her father.

Rachel went through her morning routines; pick her clothes out for the day and pick out clothes to wear to her volleyball practice after school. Rachel then takes a shower, making sure to rinse all the conditioner out of her hair. She then drys off and dresses in her clothes only to look in the mirror and dislike her outfit of the day. But she ignores the feeling and then brushes her long brown hair that changes depending how the sun shines on it. Rachel never straightens or blow drys her hair because her hair is naturally straight and blow drying it will only make it frizzy. She brushes her pearly white teeth and puts her contacts in her hazel eyes. That's when she can see her washed-out face that has little light freckles going across her cheeks and her nose. Rachel puts a little foundation on to cover up her embarrassing freckles. Then she puts blush on and then a line of eyeliner only going on the bottom half of her eyes. Rachel steps back from the mirror and puts her lip gloss on then grabs her bags and walks to her fathers car only to find that her little brother had beaten her to the front seat so now she has to sit in the back. She gets in the back seat and mentally prepares herself for this Friday.

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Rachel has a lot of friends at school but she doesn't really have a best friend, her plan is to just make it out of high school without any drama and besides she only has about a month until she graduates. A lot of times Rachel just likes to barley even talk to her friends. But after lunch when everyone is allowed outside for twenty minutes she have no choice but talk to at least some of her friends during that time.

"So Rachel..." said Abby. Rachel's closet friend but she still doesn't tell her her secrets.

"Ya?"

"I heard Kevin Melson thinks your hot, ummm well just your body."

Rachel rolled her eyes. "Like I have't heard of that one before."

Abby giggled. "Come on lets go over to Hallie's group."

Abby didn't wait for a response, she just grabbed Rachel's hand and walk over to the group that always wants to make Rachel punch someone because they are so fake. Hallie was the first of the group to acknowledge Rachel.

"Hey Rachel, we were just talking about you! Hallie said in her fake high-pitched voice.

"Really, what about me?"

"Oh, we all just feel sad because everyone has a best friend to tell things to and your like the lost puppy who doesn't have anybody." Everyone agreed with Hallie by saying their own opinions all at once. But Rachel was to pissed off to listen to any of them. How dare they talk about her without her being there and calling her a lost puppy, she doesn't need anybody!

"At least I know how to talk like a normal person, Hallie." Rachel said with a rude tone with it. Hallie was looking the other way but knowing she got dissed she stuck her hand right in front of Rachel's face as if saying whatever but Rachel was a little bit closer than Hallie excepted and Hallie nailed Rachel right in the face with her hand.

"Oh My God, Rachel I am so sorry!" She was being sincere but that didn't stop Rachel from letting her temper get the best of her and Rachel raised her fist to punch Hallie right in the face, but Abby grabbed Rachel's wrists right before she swung.

Rachel snapped out of her anger. "Its cool Hallie."

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Rachel's volleyball practice ended late and she told her father that she was going to spend the night over at Abby's but like always, Abby cancels last second.

Rachel had to walk home and every step of the way Rachel's head was looking down at the ground and she was moving fast. Rachel know that New York isn't the greatest place for a girl her age to be walking alone at night. Rachel started to feel relived when she was only one more alley way away from her apartment. A tall stocky man stepped out in front of her from the shadows.

"Hey baby, why ya out here all by yourself?" the man said with a smirk.

"I-I-I'm going home."

"I bet ya want to make to home then, huh?" he pulls out a knife out of jacket and pins her against the brick wall with the knife close to her neck.

"Just let me go please, I'll do whatever you want." Now she felt like she was going in to shock

"Damn right ya will." he pushed the knife harder on her neck.

"Hey, ya better put the knife down and let her go." said a voice that sounded like a Brooklyn accent there was a shadow that appeared behind the man then three more followed. The man spun around to face the shadows and threw Rachel down on the ground and made her sit on her knees, he violently yanked her ponytail back so her head would come up and he pushed the knife into her throat. One of the shadows stepped out in to the moonlight and she could see that it was a turtle about her size with a blue mask. The rest of the three shadows followed and they were all turtles too, but one had a red mask, a purple mask, then a orange mask.

"Just let the girl go." the blue masked turtle said.

"Hmmm, I'm thinkin' about keepin' this one." The man smiled bigger. He pushed Rachel's sleeve up and brought his knife down to her arm and made a small but deep gash on her arm. Rachel scream in agony and could feel her blood going down her arm.

"Bad move buddy." the red masked turtle said as he threw one of his sai at the man and it made him fly back and hit the brick wall that was behind us he was either dead or unconscious no one couldn't tell. Rachel felt dizzy and fell down from her knees but only to be scooped up by the red masked turtle.

Rachel looked up in to the amber eyes of the red turtles and with his eyes looking down at her.

"Whats your name?" Rachel asked the red masked turtle with the Brooklyn accent.

"My name is Raphael and everything's goin' to be okay just close ya eyes." his voice was still the same accent but softer and it made Rachel fall asleep.