This is the story of my life.
My brother's, my father's, and heck my friend's too. I'm grateful to have them even if I do get on their nerves. I don't really mean it, but ever since they've grown, we started to seprate in our own ways. Leo had become more serious then ever and so did raph. The two ALWAYS bumps heads, but sometimes, leo would be right. Raph is a hot head who never listens. One day, that I hope will never come, his anger will be the death of him. Leo may be a annoying and a party-pooper, but at least he knows what's right. I still couldn't believe that him and raph wich places during the city at war thing. Leo was acting somewhat like raph and raph was acting like leo. Weird. Now, don's a pretty cool turtle to hang out with. That's why our bond is stronger then raph and me or leo and me. He's always been the clever one who has made our gear pretty sweet. I wonder...did we ever thank him for that? Did we ever tell him how much he apperciate him? I guess not. He had done so much for us that we never took time to thank him for it, or maybe, it's just me? I dunno. Anyways, splinter, my father, my master, also had given us things to thank him. He tries very hard to help us in any way possible. Especially me. Or raph in that cause. But I can't help being who I am! I miss the leo, raph, and don I use to know. The fun ones. But I guess, time changes. So does our personalites, our ways, and maybe our future. Even so, I will never change into them. Someone has to keep this group alive and kicking. I never thought this would happen, when we had to leave out past behind, but I'll do that. That's why, when you're here, you'll hear:
"Grow up mikey!"
"This isn't the time mikey!"
"You're lacking mikey!"
"Stay focus mikey!"
Or just
"Michelangelo!!"
They want me to change into them. But I can't. I have to keep this boat afloat. I just have to. I'm the heart of this body and I will do ANYTHING to keep the rest of it alive. Even if it means, I have to die. After all, I am the baby brother of the group. But that doesn't really mean, I'm a baby. I can so fight my way out of battles. But still, my brothers are watching my every move, protecting me. But what they don't know, is that I'm doing the same, but differently. I'm protecting them from themselves. I have too. My name is michelangelo.
And this is the story of my life.
yeah, it's so short. I couldn't think of nothing else so yeah. Please R&R