Michelangelo sighed for the thousandth time, laying down his comic to stare at each of his brothers. His feet were up in the air, and he was laid upside down, so that everything was flipped, in his point of view.
And everything was. He watched his oldest brother, Leo, stare at the tv, wide eyed, watching his favorite show. Space Heroes. In reality, Mikey thought Space Heroes was dumb and boring. But deeply, he admired the way Leo made it seemed interesting, quoting everything the characters say. "By the rings of nebula, we shall destroy him!" Leo exclaimed, copying the character Captain Ryan. Secretly, Mikey mouthed the words with him. It was amusing at first, but in his heart Mikey knew he would never be like Leo: confident, brave, leader, and always prepared.
Mikey sighed and turned to his second oldest brother, Raph. Raph was in his anger zone, punching and kicking a punching bag with much force and brutality. In reality, Mikey thought that being so forceful was scary, but he actually thought it was brave. As Raph grunted and grumbled in anger, Mikey watched in awe on how powerful Raph's punches were, he was surprised the punching bag didn't fall apart yet. But Mikey knew watching wasn't ever going to make him like Raph.
Turning to his final brother, Donnie, he let out a little lip flap, his lips vibrating from the movement. Donnie was tinkering with pieces of metal and scraps, probably trying to build something. In reality, Mikey didn't care or pay any attention to building or inventing, it was all a bore to him. But he was just as fascinated as Donnie was. He wondered how can putting scraps together make something as fantastic as a car or plane? Mikey often wished to be able to help, but he knew he was not like Donnie.
Than who am I? He thought to himself. Not Leo, not Raph, not Donnie. He scratched his arm, thinking, and found a water balloon barely peeking from beneath the pillow he was leaning against. He picked it up and shook it a bit, watching the water swish inside.
Slowly, a smile spread onto his face. I know who I am, he thought. He got up and carefully aimed it at the sprinkler alarm which Donnie made just in case of a fire and threw the balloon. The sprinklers set off by the impact of the balloon, wetting his brothers from their daily "activities".
I'm awesome, amazing, fantastic, adorable, unique, one of a kind -
"MIKEY!"
ok ok, i know it's bad, :( but it's my first tmnt fanfic and it's super short... aww well :D please at least comment but don't be too mean. Boost my confidence and i could write more... give me ideas too!
gracias, whereisthelove :)