I'm in the task of rewriting this. I realize how nice my reviewers were and thank them.

'BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP-'

Michelangelo threw his pillow at the alarm clock, knocking it to the floor, and yawned. Splinter had told Donatello to make him an alarm clock. A very, very loud alarm clock. So he didn't try and sleep until noon, Sensei had said. So he didn't miss his morning training session again, Sensei had said. Mikey groaned, wondering why Sensei didn't just ask him to dig his grave and lie in it. Mikey forced himself to open one eye slightly so he could see what time it was. It was 6am, which Mikey thought was ridiculously early. In fact, Mikey decided it was so stupidly early that he wouldn't bother getting up, and he would instead try to go to sleep again.

Mikey closed his eyes, not bothering to prepare himself for the oncoming wave of sleep. He was so intent on falling asleep that he didn't notice a strange green gas escape from the remains of his broken alarm clock. A vile odor crept up his nose, setting the inside of his head on fire. Mikey jumped out of bed and let off his trademark scream, hopping from one foot to the other with great speed. He was practically choking because of the smell, which was coming from somewhere near his bed.

"Shut up!" he heard Raphael call from his room.

"It stinks nearly as bad as you in here!" Mikey retorted. He rolled across his bed and landed clumsily on the ground. Mikey peered forward, transferring his weight to his knees. Within the remains of his alarm clock was a stink bomb. Mikey covered his mouth, standing up and backing away. He stumbled when he backed into his bed, but he executed a neat flip and landed near the door leading outside of his room. Mikey bowed to an imaginary audience before leaving his bedroom.

Mikey passed his family's rooms quietly in an attempt to not wake them up. Raph had fallen asleep again: his snoring alerted Mikey of this. Leo's room was freakishly silent, so Mikey presumed that he was meditating, out or reading. He could have been sleeping, but he usually woke up at about that time.

Michelangelo stopped outside his remaining brother's room. He could hear Don breathing loudly in his sleep.

"Donnie!" Mikey banged on Don's door. Don had made Mikey an alarm clock, so it seemed fair that Mikey was Don's 'alarm clock'. "What did you put in that clock you made me? Essence of Raph? It absolutely reeks!"

"It was to wake you up. I knew you wouldn't get out of bed unless you were forced to," Don mumbled from what Mikey guessed was his bed. "It's early, Mike. I'm trying to sleep."

"So why'd it go off then?" Mikey asked him exasperatedly.

"Because."

"Because...?"

"That's right."

"What does that mean?"

"Sensei wants you up now for extra lessons or something," Donnie replied. Mikey started to complain, but Donnie had fallen asleep.

Giving up, Mikey decided that now he was awake he should find something worthwhile to do. There was a pizza that needed eating, a television that was most likely feeling neglected after a night of being all alone in the cold… the more Mikey thought about it, the more he was actually enjoying being up early. Raph wasn't there to spend ten years in the shower, and Don wasn't around to hog the TV. Mikey smiled. Only one thing could turn this situation into a bad one.

"Michelangelo!" Splinter approached Mikey, much to the turtle's displeasure, "it is nice to see that you have woken up in time for your morning tutoring. I hope this gets you out of your bad habits. Now, let us go into the meditation room."

Mikey followed reluctantly, his feet shuffling along the floor slowly. His bad habits? What about Raph's alcohol problem? Or Don's obsession with coffee? Or even Leo's craving for sugary foods? But no, Splinter had to be interested in him. Mikey crossed his arms. He let Splinter sit him down on the sofa, in front of the…

"TV!" Mikey grinned, looking at his master hopefully. "We're gonna watch TV? That sounds totally rad. There's this new show on TV called Guy Stories, and-"

"My son." Splinter put a pot of flowers in front of him. Mikey stared at them, all hopes of doing something fun thrown out of the window. A pot of flowers. That was never fun.

"What do you see?"

Mikey yawned. "A pot of flowers?"

"Yes, but what features does it have?"

"It's a pot with flowers inside of it."

Splinter counted to five silently before continuing calmly, "Can you give me any others?"

"It's some flowers inside a pot."

Splinter narrowed his eyes. "Michelangelo! You will not learn anything if you do not try. A ninja must be able to take note of his surroundings very carefully, and it is vital for you to do so as well. Now, I want you to look at it and then tell me what you see. Look at it closely, my son."

"Oh fine." Mikey pretended to concentrate. He squinted at it before declaring, "Outside the box… think outside the box… I know! It's a blue elephant!"

Splinter didn't see the joke. He sent Michelangelo to the kitchen to prepare breakfast, telling him that they would continue these lessons every morning until Mikey learnt his lesson. What the lesson actually was, Mikey wasn't too sure. He considered going to Leo and asking his opinion, because Leo always knew what their Sensei wanted and what he actually meant when he went into one of his boring, metaphorical speeches. But then Mikey remembered that Leo was in his room practically all the time, so he decided to bug Don about it later, as his brother could just about get the gist of what Splinter was saying.

"I'm their full-time chef," Mikey grumbled as he entered the kitchen, "and worst of all, I don't get paid a nickel."

However, in actual fact, he loved cooking. If he didn't become a superhero, a comic book writer or a video game tester, he planned on becoming a celebrity chef. When Mikey had shared this with his brothers, Raph had commented that that would be the day Donnie became cool. Don had added it would be the day Raph became competent. Then it'd grown into a full blown argument, which had become common with the two ever since they had discovered that Betty did not wish to keep contact with them. It seemed to Mikey that Don blamed Raph because of the whole 'stabbing her' thing, which sounded fair enough. However, Mikey secretly thought that Donnie should get over himself and move on. Of course, neither of them would take him seriously and they would tell him to stop being irritating.

Mikey got out his ingredients and laid them on the kitchen counter. Muesli for Splinter, cornflakes for Don and fried eggs for Raph. Raphael preferred to have a full blown cooked meal for breakfast (as that is how a real turtle starts the day, apparently), but Mikey really couldn't be bothered to make a lot of effort. He reached for the bread so he could make some toast, before realizing that Leo was most likely not going to join them for breakfast. Mikey sighed sadly. Leo hadn't eaten with them in for what seemed like years, though it was only a handful of weeks.

Mikey decided to make some toast anyway, because he knew that his other brothers would want some.

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"Ya burnt the toast!" Raph told Mikey loudly, dropping it onto his plate and spluttering. Mikey picked it up and examined it, puzzled. The toast was a bit brown, but wasn't toast meant to be like that? Raph punched the table. "Ya don't burn toast unless you're a moron, shell for brains. Oh wait."

"Then what you wanted was bread," Don told him coolly, sipping his coffee.

"I know what I wanted more than you do," Raph growled in response, glaring at his brother angrily.

"I wasn't under that impression," Don replied, putting down his cup of coffee furiously. Mikey jumped back, expecting the china to smash into tiny pieces because of the force Don had used. However, to his relief, the cup remained intact.

"Enough!" exclaimed Splinter. The sharpness of his tone made everyone eat in total silence, only opening their mouths so they could transfer some food into it. Splinter took a mouthful of his breakfast before coughing. "M-Michelangelo!"

"Yes Sensei?" Mikey looked at him, wondering what he had done wrong now.

Splinter sipped his green tea before gasping, "You burnt the muesli."

It's 3rd person, but it's Mikey's take of things. So some things might seem exaggerated. ;D