Hey everyone so here is the first chapter, quick disclaimer: I don't own any characters from TMNT and any event or OC mentioned here that may be related to other fanfics is completely coincidental.

-Jade's POV-

We were walking down the hallways of Eleanor Roosevelt High school to our next classes. My sisters Aria, Kaitlin, and Paige had all different classes. I was going to Literature, Aria to Trigonometry, Kaitlin to Chemistry, and Paige to Government. We only had Lunch and P.E together. Going our separate ways up and down the staircase, the bell rang. I heard someone say "Oh geez" and run past me up the stairs skipping a few steps at a time.

He bumped into me, knocking my pencil that I was spinning around my fingers out of my hand. "Rude" I said to myself he looked back and said "sorry" then did a cheesy, awkward smile showing the gap in his teeth. Even though he was looking back he didn't miss a step.

His eyes were reddish brown they looked thoughtful, like he was calculating every possible scenario to him being late in his head. His hair was short with a slight purple dye at the tips of his fringe. He was tall and thin but the grey shirt he had on was short sleeved so I could see his defined arms. His dark pants were not too tight but not too baggy and not hanging off his butt. +1 for presentation.

He continued to run up the stairs and turned to the left. That's where I was going, he stopped in front of the door labeled 'Room 152. Mrs. Springfield'. He took a deep breath and entered…. He was in my class? I'd never seen him before. I guess he was a new transfer.

I walked in to see him standing in the front of the class introducing himself. "My name is Donatello, but you can call me Donnie or Don. I uhm come from Duval High school, my family uhhh made a move?" He said it as if he wasn't sure he should call it a "move". I sat in my seat and observed his composure. He stood up straight his hand in his pocket, his hand was moving behind the fabric of his jeans so I assumed he was fiddling with something.

He constantly looked around, avoiding eye contact with the other students.

Mrs. Springfield cleared her throat to get him to stop. He didn't stop, I guess he didn't get social cues. A few students laughed and he looked confused, wondering what he said that was funny.

Mrs. Springfield stood up and put a hand on his shoulder. She motioned her hand to the empty seat in front of me. He blushed embarrassed and moved to sit down.

During class, he constantly had his hand up, answering every question precisely. It was obvious he was very smart as he referred to definitions not from our notes and even though he just transferred he wasn't behind on anything, he even corrected the teacher a few times.

After class I walked out of the room concentrated on the book Mrs. Springfield gave us to read by next week. If I really focused I could be finished by tonight. I suddenly felt a wall smack against my face. I fell on the floor holding my head as my book lay bent open in front of me.

I felt a hand on my shoulder and I could sense two people behind me. "Hey, maybe ya shouldn't read and walk at the same time" someone said in a deep Brooklyn accent. I saw a hand appear in front of my face and I took it as they helped me up. Someone else picked my book up and read its title outloud.

"1984"

It was Donatello.

"You're already starting to read it?" He asked "Yah, I'd rather get it done now than waste time later" I responded grabbing my book as he offered it to me. I looked at the boy with the accent.

His eyes were green; they looked like he was guiltily irritable, as if he'd swat a fly out of frustration but then feel sorry after thinking about the fly wife and kids at home crying and wondering where their father was. His hair was brown but I could see tints of red in his short quiff and even throughout the rest of his hair. But not like dye, I think it's the natural color….Interesting. He wore a tan sleeveless t-shirt so his muscles were very apparent. He was a lot bulkier than Donatello, but not disgustingly buff and beefy. His black pants hung low enough to see the elastic of his green boxers.

"I'm Raphael, call me Raph tho. I'm Donnie boys olda brotha" He said ruffling his brother's hair. "Yes, he is. And you are?" Donatello asked frantically trying to fix his hair. "Oh, my name is-"I was cut off "Jade!" I heard my younger sister Paige call me.

As she skipped to me her hazel curls bounced, she was obviously my adoptive sister as her golden brown colored skin looked nothing like my olive tone making me look Latin even though I'm just white. She stopped in front of me, smoothening out the tuck of her white shirt into her purple, flowy skirt that came just above her knees. Even though she was younger than me she was about 2 inches taller.

"We are waiting for you at lunch. What are you- "She stopped and looked behind me at the two boys her brownish green eyes widening. She immediately looked away from the two boys behind me, blushing "Y-You should hurry up..."

"Well since you guys are new we could show you to the café" I offered to the boys ignoring Paige's awkward moment.

"No I think we'll be ok" Raph said

"Are you sure? It's a pretty big school." I insisted

Donatello gave in "Oh, well I guess it would be helpful to finding our other brothers"

Paige and I turned around and led the way down the stairs to get to the lunch room. When we got there my other sisters Kaitlin and Aria were waiting, arguing about something.

Kaitlin was the youngest and shortest out of all of us, her ivory skin showed off her freckles that she hated and made her reddish-brown eyes pop. Shoulder length red curly hair sat in an unruly bun at the back of her head. She wore a yellow tank top under an open button up and light blue jeans with white converse. She was yelling at our second oldest sister Aria.

"I didn't take your friggin Kama sharpener!" Kaitlin whisper yelled

"Yes you did you little rat" Aria got closer to her

"I don't even have Kama, shikomizue the best weapon known to man, why would I want lame Kama?" Kaitlin defended

"why you little- "

"Guys!" I interrupted. I didn't want Raph or Donatello to hear them arguing about weapons. I smiled aggressively, secretly warning them to cut it out. "These are my sisters Kaitlin and Aria" I introduced them to the guys. "Raphael but just call me Raph" "Donatello or Donnie" Donatello said as they waved. "I couldn't help but hear you guys argue."

"It was a debate" Aria protested

"Sorry, debate" He corrected himself "Were you talking about weapons?"

Shit. "Novelties of course" I smiled at them innocently. "Novelties that you sharpen?" Raph joined in. "Well we like our novelties at tip top shape" Aria added defensively, when she realized it sounded defensive she did a wide cheesy smile and giggled to take the edge off.

Aria was an inch shorter than me which she hated because she said it seems like I always must one up her. She dyed her hair blond but her brown roots were coming back in making her shoulder length hair look ombre. She was a little tanner than me which helped people rightfully assume she was Hispanic. Her body was very curvy, her white crop top with a skull on it which was frayed at the bottom and her black shorts were self-ripped for "the perfect badass aesthetic" as she put it. Even though she was beautiful her temper made people see her as unapproachable, it also could've been the way her green eyes said "talk to me and I'll fucking kill you". Every so often some unlucky jock or nervous wreck of a boy would try to flirt to no avail.

Just as the silence started getting uncomfortable two other boys walked up us, the smaller one was hopping around yelling something about pizza. Raph introduced them to us as Leonardo and Michelangelo

Leonardo seemed sweet. His eyes were electric blue and he wore a white hoodie over a black plain T-shirt. He looked very fit. More muscular than Donatello but not as much as Raph, his eyes seemed calm like he had bigger things to worry about than high school, I could relate. He reminded me of…..well me. His hair was black but when the sunlight hit it, it looked dark blue. He spoke with a relaxed voice it was soothing, I remember thinking this guy should do ASMR…I'd listen.

Michelangelo was shorter and less muscular but strong nonetheless. His eyes were also blue, but less intense like a baby blue. They seemed to be held by a good spirted boy. His humorous smirk was inviting and his Californian accent led me to believe he was a surfer…. Also, the board shorts, blue tank top, and orange zip up sweater. He wore a beaded necklace and his hair was blond and wavy. Freckles spotted his face as well as what looked like tomato paste.

I motioned for him to wipe his face. "Thanks dudette, I had some pizza for breakfast" he said licking his thumb and wiping off the residue from his unhealthy breakfast. "No problem. Hey if you guys want you could sit with us, wouldn't want you getting lost in the jungle" "Or even worse" Paige added "Have to sit with the brutes" She motioned to a bunch of jocks with letterman jackets on.

They were head butting each other and cheering as they entered the cafeteria

You could always tell who the jocks were because of this jacket. But the reason my sisters and I knew them was under the jackets, they each had purple dragon tattoos wrapped around their arms.

Here is where you may wonder, 'Jade, why do you know the purple dragons' and that my friend is because my father is the boss of their boss. 'Wait, you can't mean- '

Yup. My sisters and I are the adoptive daughters of The Notorious Shredder.

Well guys I hope you liked that, getting to know the characters. I enjoy the ideas for this story that I have in my head and I hope you will like it too. Until next time BYYEEE!