I wish I had brothers
Summary: This is a story about 4 orphans. And how one orphan in particular sacrificed himself for his brothers. Now only he remembers.
(Human AU. This is of course a fanfic. So anything on here is probably not mine. This is also my first one so... Have fun reading!)
My name? It's Donnie. Short for Donatello, after the renaissance painter of course. I am what you'd call a nerd. Probably the biggest one you've ever seen. The only thing I really have going for me is my height. I'm about 6 foot 2 inches and still growing. Anyway, I'm here to talk about how today is probably going to be the worst day of my life. You see, i'm moving. To New York City. Augh.
I've been living in California for a while now, and I kinda liked it. The schools were fun and the students weren't the bullies you'd think they'd be. Even if I only had one friend, I still had fun at my old school. Now that's being tossed away because my "dad" got a new job in New York. I don't really consider him my dad because I'm, well, adopted. Funny thing is I was at the New York City orphanage as a child. I used to have 3 brothers, but I don't really remember them that well. Just their names. Leonardo, Raphael, and Michelangelo. I used to get all worked up over not remembering faces, but I was told by my mother that it was natural for children to forget.
Anyway I got off track. I was 5 when I got adopted by the Baker family. It took a while to get used to calling my mother "mother", but she earned it. She's caring and fun, just like a mother should be. My "dad", on the other hand, doesn't really deserve it. He's always at work, and at home, let's just say we don't get along.
And… I went on a tangent again. Sorry. Today is the day we hit the road. Or skies since we're taking a plane…
Right now I was trying to carry three boxes of stuff down the stairs. I admit, not very smart. Ironic since i'm a supposed "genius" to my peers.
"Donatello, would you like some help?", I glance over the boxes to see my mom looking at me with worried eyes. I smile in response.
"It's okay mom. They're just my books… and computer… and gadgets… and-", I was cut off.
"I don't need to know what's in them sweety. Just wondering if you needed help.", she reasoned, probably trying to rush the conversation. My cheeks turn red.
"I was just explaining that i'll carry it since it's my stuff.", I mumbled. Mom just gave a giggle, patted my head, and took one of the boxes from my arms. I sighed in defeat as she practically skipped away in victory.
After about another 2 hours of last minute packing, we were finally heading out. The plane left at 7 P.M. and it's 6 o'clock right now. I silently laughed to myself as Richard, my "dad", was rushing to get there on time. Once on the plane, I immediately took out my book. It'll take roughly 5 hours to get to New York, so I might as well get comfy.
Next Day
Really?, I think to myself as I got to our place. It was a rather large apartment with three bedrooms, two bathrooms, a kitchen, and a living area. I wouldn't be that annoyed if the building wasn't covered in graffiti. Not to mention it was FREEZING out here. I did pack my one coat, but it's trapped in the abyss of our junk. Luckily, we weren't outside for long and when we got inside, it was bliss.
"I'm never going out again.", I say to myself.
"Oh yes you are.", I jumped to see mom standing right behind me.
"Figure of speech, mom."
"Really?"
"Really."
Later That Day
"Why don't you go out Donatello? Go do something instead of unpacking.", I almost choked. Go out? I'm a big introvert, and going out to people infested crosswalks wasn't a very good idea.
"Uh.. I-I think I'll just wait till school starts. S-So I can be… emotionally prepared?", I stuttered, trying to reason. Mom kinda just looked at me, then smiled and shook her head. Thank god she listened to me. I mean, what would've happened if I actually got out of the house?
