A/N: Hey there! First, I do not own the TMNT. Wish I did, but I don't. Second, this story's chapters are very short. Third…um…there isn't a third XD Enjoy and please review!
She sat there.
Yes, she sat there at her purple wooden desk, scribbling into a blue sparkling notebook and occasionally glancing into the small mirror perched on the top shelf of her desk. Words came easy, so writer's block wasn't going to be a problem. This project meant a lot to her, and nothing was going to stop it. At least, nothing she could control was going to stop it.
Much to her displeasure, there were things she couldn't control. This bothered her. Controlling pleasant surprises wouldn't be much fun, she had to admit. However, she hated not being able to control other things, such as homework.
"Perhaps I am a bit of a control freak," the fourteen-year-old mumbled to herself, recalling something her mother had once said.
Growing somewhat restless, she looked up. Staring back at her wasn't the prettiest face, but it was pretty. Blue - really blue, not navy - eyeliner, which was her favourite and she wore it often, lined two greyish eyes. Her irises were thin, yet her pupils were quite large giving her eyes a bit of uniqueness. Dark, mascara free lashes nearly reached her untidy eyebrows. A small nose proudly bore a speck of silver that pierced it. Her lips weren't thin, but they weren't the fullest either. Near the outside corner of each eyes was a tiny, brown birthmark. Her skin was quite pale from lack of sunlight.
Her once chestnut hair now looked more reddish from all of the hair dyes she used. Just about two months ago, it had been a brilliant purple. It would hopefully be that colour once more soon. Proudly seated in her messy hair was a plastic tiara. Part of her long hair hung in front of her eyes, the rest was held back by the crown. Behind the tiara, her headphones were draped over her ears, leaving only her gold coloured hoop earrings showing.
It was her face staring back at her.
A quiet smile crossed her face as 'Lips of an Angel' came on the radio. Looking back into the mirror, she proceeded to lip sync to the song, complete with facial expressions. Once the song ended, she wiped away the hurting expression and replaced it with a grin. If she ever wanted to be an actress, she could defenitly pull it off.
She shook her head and laughed a bit. "I'm such a drama queen. The way I'm describing myself, people will think I'm a Mary Sue!"
Screw with third person format. The only way you'll ever learn the true me is if I tell this story!