After a couple of flames, I decided that I needed to rewrite this story. Just got a little tip for the flamer that said something about Kittens with AIDs: one, you aren't a very good person, and two, that was a very IMMATURE comment and that no matter what age you are, you should grow up and go find a better way to bring out your hate.
Note: This version is slightly different then the one before. It is written in 3rd Person, and some of my OCs are completely different. I hope that grammar and spelling are a lot better.
Disclaimer: I do not own TMNT, they belong to mirage, but I do own my OCs, and if you wish to borrow any of them, just let me know
A Message in Music: Chapter 1
Welcome to the nightmare I call life.
The teacher was greatly disturbed by what the teen scribbled down in her project, a song about the inner turmoil of student life. A shiver ran down his spine as he wrote down the grade, and then a note.
Go see a consular.
He sighed, "That Jessica."
BRRRRRRIIIIIINNNNG!
He sighed when the bell rang, finally finishing grading sixth period's papers. He watched the first student to enter the room. She was wearing baggy dark clothing, her shoulder length frizzed dirty blonde hair was pulled up, a necklace hung around her neck, she wore it every day, a sea turtle was located in the center. She walked to her seat in the front of the class, slamming her books down on it, and slung her toxic green bag onto the floor, sitting down in her seat in a slouching position.
"Jessica," she glanced at him, her brown eyes giving him a questioning look.
"Yes, Mr. Barns?" she asked. He sighed seeing the purple object in her mouth, obviously a wad of grape double bubble gum.
"Is everything okay at home?" he asked, tilting his head.
"Yeah, everything's great, why are you asking?" she shrugged a bit, propping herself up with her right leg, giving her an advantage to see him clearly.
"You're project was a bit…"
"Disturbing?" she tilted her head, "Well, it was supposed to be disturbing, I mean, not all students live in a world when you get all you want."
He nodded slightly, glancing at other students as they walked past, most of them pausing and making a sarcastic comment about Jessica's clothing, then sitting down. She remained silent, turning in her seat, and began to twiddle with her thumbs just as the bell rang a second time.
Mr. Barns stood up and began class, "Class, today we are going to share a handful of selected projects that you turned in last Monday."
A girl raised her hand beside her, twirling a piece of her long, straightened brunette hair with one of her long fingers, "Mr. Barns, did you select a group or students, or will we volunteer?"
Mr. Barns sighed, shaking his head, "I've selected three students Stacie, and I will call them out when all the papers are handed out."
"Well, do the athletic students get to skip out?" she asked, adding a sickening sweet town to her voice, a bright and sarcastic grin on her face.
"No, you've asked me that this entire semester, and it's getting old, Ms. Reynolds," Mr. Barns adjusted his glasses, glaring at her slightly, "all because you are a cheerleader, doesn't mean I will go easy on you."
Stacie pouted, slouching in her seat, muttering something to the dark haired boy that sat next to her.
"Ms. Dyer, would you do the pleasure of handing out the graded work?" Mr. Barns asked a shy girl sitting in the front row, next to Jessica. She wore a private school like outfit in an emerald green color, her dark hair was braided into a pair of pigtails, and a pair of wide rimmed glasses rested on her nose.
The girl nodded, adjusting her glasses a nervous expression on her face. She stood up, walking slowly to Mr. Barns, taking the papers from his grasp with trembling hands, before holding the stack in her arms.
Setting Jessica's paper on her desk, she sent a quick and timid smile towards her; Jessica sent her a sympathetic smile in return. She patted the girl on her shoulder as she walked past.
Jessica sighed, staring at her grade.
I got an 'A', but apparently, someone else thinks I should go see a consular.
"Looks like you're still a loser, Jess," an annoying voice stated beside her with a snort, "I mean you just got here, like six months ago, and nobody likes you, even the coolest teacher in school thinks so."
"Stacie, it's nice to know you're still a whore," Jess whispered to the teen. Stacie let out a sudden squeak, before glaring at her.
"You shouldn't be talking," Stacie whispered her voice thick with venom.
"Well, neither should you, I don't dress like one," Jess hissed back, eyes darting from the girl sitting beside her, towards the white board.
The girl who was handing out the papers took her seat, twiddling her thumbs as Mr. Barns stood from behind his pine podium. He cleared his throat, sending a warning look towards Stacie and Jess, "Our first presentation will be given to us by Ms. Reynolds."
"Excuse me, Mr. Barns, I thought…" Stacie gaped, eyes wide.
"Get your butt up here or I'll be taking points off your overall grade," the man stated in a warning tone.
"But Mr. Barns, I need this grade in order to stay on the squad!" Stacie cried.
"Then get your little behind up here," he stated. Stacie sighed, grabbing her paper and standing in the front of the class, adjusting her mini skirt that reached mid-thigh, her v-neck shirt caused all the perverts in the class to have their eyes glued lower then anyone else in the class.
Stacie cleared her throat, "The inner toil of high school students is one of the hardest things to go through. Some go through tougher times then others, such as socially acceptable students who have everyone breathing down your neck, because they are so perfect…"
"Stacie, do you see why you got a grade that I wouldn't announce to the class," Mr. Barns interrupted the teen during mid sentence, "the only reason why I'm making you present it is to give you an extra boost in your grade so you can be on the squad. Please take a seat, and could Ms. Dyer come up and present."
The girl who handed out paper's eyes widened, and her breathing stopped. Jess turned to her, and sighed, "Take deep breathes, Jordan, everything's going to be just fine."
Jordan gulped, sending a nervous smile to her companion before standing up and walking to the front of the room. Her legs trembled as she stared at the other students.
Do not faint, Jordan, please, don't faint.
"Th-the in-inner turmoil of st-student life di-differs between students," Jordan gulped, looking at the class.
Do not look at them, Jordan.
Jess' eyes widened as she watched as Jordan's knees began to buckle.
Just keep your eyes on me.
Jordan glanced at Jess, and she was slightly relieved, "In order f-for some students to understand the t-turmoil that o-others go through, they must get in-into another's shoes. My friend, Jessie and I decided to try this ex-experiment, and it's gotten us much closer in our fr-friendship, because n-now we understand what it is like to be in each other's shoes."
"Great job, Ms. Dyer," Mr. Barns grinned, "we didn't have to take you to the nurse this time; you've gotten a lot better."
Jordan nodded slightly, trembling some, before going to her seat.
"Mr. Roberts, would you please step up," Mr. Barns stated, pointing at an attractive young man who sat behind Jordan, "where was your paper?"
The dark haired teen stood up, "Well, like I said, I left it in the locker room and some dork stole it."
Mr. Barns rolled his eyes, as the boy walked up to the front of the room. Jessie frowned slightly when he sent her a grin. Stacie giggled slightly, waving to him, before whispering, "Stop staring at my boyfriend, you creep."
Jessie rolled her eyes.
I would never like a perverted freak like Steve Roberts who is one of the biggest creeps in the school. I mean, he is the star athlete, king of the bullies, and Master of getting into girls' pants.
Steve leaned on the white board, "Okay, teach, ask away."
"What did you think of Ms. Barns report?" Mr. Barns questioned.
"Well, I have to say it was one of the most amazing reports I've ever heard," he grinned, "No offense Stacie, but she's got the right idea, getting into someone else's shoes sounds like a better way to understand the inner turmoil."
His eyes flashed slightly as he glanced at Jessie, who had a bored expression on her face. His grin faltered, "I mean, maybe if we all do that, then maybe everyone would be cool with each other."
"Thank-you Mr. Roberts," Mr. Barns nodded, "Does anyone have any arguments on his statement?"
Jessie's hand went up in the air immediately, "Ms. Clark."
"Steve, I'm sorry to say this, but when in your life would you follow that advice? I mean, you're acting as if this is a popularity contest," she stated, folding her arms over her chest sending him an amused look.
Steve shook his head, "Jessie, you're as clueless as ever. I meant every word I said."
"Yeah, Jess," Stacie glared at her, "You should know better then talk to Steve like that."
Jessie sighed, shaking her head, "If I had ten cents for every time a star athlete that said stuff like that, I'd be a rich woman."
"Well, Jess, if you want the taste of the rich life," Steve smirked, "go to the prom with me and my friends, then you'll really get to see it."
Jessie's eyes widened slightly, and then narrowed, "Never in a million years, Roberts."
BRRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIINNNNNG!
"You can all go home," Mr. Barns stated, waving his arms in the air.
Jessie ignored all the chattering from majority of the class as they exited the room quickly. She could feel the familiar migraine forming as Steve sent her a cheesy wink before he exited the room with Stacie following him, glaring at her silently.
"This has got to be one of the worst days of my life," she groaned, grabbing her books.
"Jessie," she looked up at Jordan, whose glasses were fogging up as she drew in deep breathes, "Thanks for being here for me."
"No problem," Jessie grinned, "that's what friends are for."
"A-Angel t-told me to tell you to meet her at her locker, she's g-got some news," Jordan stated, removing her glasses, and did her best to remove the fog that glazed over them.
Jessie nodded, her chocolate brown eyes glazing over with worry, "Do you want me to walk you to your locker so you won't faint?"
Jordan nodded slowly, as she put her glasses back on. Jessie laughed, "Alright, I'll meet you in the doorway in a minute."
Jordan smiled nervously, holding her books tightly to her chest, before walking towards the doorway. Jessie stood up, slinging her backpack on her right shoulder, and picking up the books off her desk. She smiled at Mr. Barns before walking out the door with Jordan by her side.
"So, how was your day?" Jordan asked, trying to ignore the loud hallway.
"It was okay," Jessie rolled her eyes, "Steve's been trying his best to get to me, and he hopes that he'll get inside my pants sometime soon."
"Will he?" Jordan asked in a panicked tone. Jessie glanced back, feeling a pair of eyes resting on her. She narrowed her eyes in suspicion at Steve, before returning to Jordan.
"Only in his dreams," Jess smirked, before blinking, "of coarse he's trying to do it with everything female in this school."
Jordan stopped in front of her locker and let out a sigh of relief, "No one's harassing me today."
"Heh, with Angel and me as best friends, ya got nothing to worry about," Jessie chuckled, before continuing on her way towards her locker. She glared at a small group of girls who crowded her locker.
"Excuse me," one of the girls turned to her, sending her a blank look.
"What?" she asked.
"You're in front of my locker," she pushed, clutching her books against her chest, "and I'd like to get there today, please."
"You can wait," she stated, brushing off her skirt and returning to her conversation.
Jessie growled, finding herself push into the group.
"HEY!" a girl squeaked.
"I said please, but you girls are being jerks and not moving," she budded in, as they protested.
"You know what, no wonder you're a loser," one snorted, with her hands on her hips.
Jessie ignored her comment as she twisted in the combination, opening her locker. She shoved her books in, and slammed it shut, before walking through the girls again and walking in another direction.
Why is everyone here so unfriendly?
She continued walking in the opposite direction, towards Angel as she leaned on her locker, grinning from ear to ear, "Hey girl."
"Hey, Angel," Jessie smiled, adjusting her backpack, "so what did you want to tell me?"
"As a matter a fact, I did," she nodded, "band practice is still on tomorrow, and bring your cousin."
"Oh, you know I will," Jessie grinned, "my aunt is going to be busy in the shop tomorrow, and it's my day off."
"Yeah, I know," Angel stated, smiling, "but did you get that new song written?"
Jessie laughed, pulling out her project, "Yeah, read it. Tell me what you think."
Angel giggled, taking it in her hand, "I'll check it out later, or you're going to be late for work."
Jessie's eyes widened, "Oh no, my aunt is going to KILL me if I'm late again!"
"Just be careful, okay?" Angel stated, "You know that not all people are as friendly as I am, here, you southern bell."
Jess stuck out her tongue before running through the hall, to the closet exits. She breached the exit, and she jumped the staircase, and began running in the direction of her aunt's shop.
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"Um, Don…" Michelangelo stated nervously, his hands behind his back.
"What is it, Mikey?" Don asked, turning to his brother, the toaster in pieces in front of him. He didn't seem very patient with the orange banded turtle that day.
"You know that Mozart tape that you and Leo like listen to all the time?" Mikey stated, shifting from foot to foot, a nervous expression on his face.
Don's eyes widened, "You didn't."
"It was Raph's fault!" Mikey cried, "Raph dared me to break it, or else he'd do something horrible!"
"Mikey, do you realize how much searching in the junk yard I had to do before I could find that tape!" Don cried, setting the screwdriver that was in his hand on the table, "Now I gotta go out and buy one, which I really don't want to do."
"Then get Leo to do it," Mikey whimpered, scrunching his eyes shut, and looking away.
"No, Leo and Raph would get into another fight about it, so you owe me big on this one Mikey," Don sighed, shaking his head.
Why is he so incompetent?
Mikey just blinked as Donatello exited the room.
"I hope he fixes the toaster soon."
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