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Guest: Mikey's female because I thought it would be funny to have a hyper dumb tomboy in there. Sorry, April. I just don't really think you do well enough. :P

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Well, on we go!

Oh yeah: disclaimer!

I don't own Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.

It was natural for a ninja to be shrouded in darkness, using the black shadows as cover. They were a secretive people, and ones whom are not expected to be, which made them even more so feared. They were assassins, and legend-foretold half human, half crow.

Well, Raphael Hamato was ready to bust out some fists in the daylight, because High School was whacked up enough for it in his opinion.

As they left first period, Raph was busy pushing his fingers into his temples, trying to soothe his sudden headache. So many equations, so many numbers; his mind just wasn't wired for Math. Donnie seemed to do fine, always the brainiest, but even Leo seemed stumped from time to time. Raph would catch his older brother tapping his face with his pencil, his head resting on a fisted hand as he stared at his textbook, then at the board, trying to piece together the information. Mikey just looked dead, all of the info seemingly going in one ear and out the other. She was sweating a ton when she was called up to the smart board and even stumbled a bit. It was surprising that they got all the answers right. They hurried out the door, books in hand, trying to avoid stares as they headed off to their lockers.

Raph swore that every girl that they passed seemed to blush. A couple even gave him and Leo intense stares that made him uncomfortable. Several jocks were glaring with evil joy at his younger siblings as if to say whoppie! New punching bags!

It crossed his mind that all of the students there were worse that the Foot Clan and the Kraang combined.

Halfway down the hall, the corridors split into two hallways. Leo immediately broke left and started fiddling with his lock. Mikey and Donnie stared down the right wing, where an eerie light flickered on and off. They stiffly walked close together down the hall, ready to run at full speed at any minute. Raph gripped his books and started down the left hallway. At least his locker wasn't too far.

He opened his locker and started to grab his belongings for genetics. He wouldn't see Leo for the rest of the day: his schedule was completely different from Raph's and they didn't even have the same lunch time, which was a real bummer. The bright side was he didn't have his bossy brother telling him off at everything that came out of his mouth. He'd see Mikey at the end of the day, when they had gym, but until then she'd have to struggle with World History and science without Donnie's help. He and Donnie had tech ed and lunch together, which was a good thing considering he needed a lot of help with his homework.

His genetics class was only two doors down from his locker, which was a blessing. The hallway was creepy, and even though he didn't really feel nervous or anxious, the lighting and lack of noise produced a sensation that worried him dearly. Raph knew danger: he had been in many fights, including the one that gave him his scar, but currently he was in unfamiliar territory, trying to make sense of it all.

He made it into class just in time, and it really did look like it belonged to a scientist. The desks were black and cut into rectangles, with beakers and bottles and papers everywhere. White cabinets which probably held countless trinkets and gadgets were casting shadows over sinks. The teacher's desk was a mess of papers and packets, which was nestled in the corner of the room. The projector screen shined an image on the white board, displaying what appeared to be a family tree. Circles and squares, some filled in and some left white branched out from each other, displaying five generations. Students dotted the classroom, gazing intently at papers and pencils moving quickly. The bell rang, echoing in the white room.

Crashing behind him made Raph jump. Yelping, he danced away from the door, staring at a stumbling figure. A man in his twenties with blond Einstein hair and thick glasses. He was lanky, tall, thin, and a complete mess. His black turtle neck and white lab coat didn't seem to help matters.

The man lost his grip on his folder, sending papers askew. They flew over tables and students, only to immediately curve and change course or simply float to the tile floor. Only the closest few students who were soon consumed by papers glanced up for a quick second before returning to their worksheets.

The teacher mumbled under his breath as he scrambled to pick up his papers. But due to his clumsy nature he only succeed in scattering them further across the room. None of the students got up to help, except for one girl clad in black in the back of the room who got up out of her seat to assist.

Raph, seeing the girl, got down on his knees to help as well. The two students' arms were filled with papers, more than the teacher's. Raph watched the girl tap the teacher on the shoulder. He looked up at her as she held out her hands that held the papers, as if telling him to take them.

"Please put them on my desk," the man instructed. He sounded like a computer, with no real detectable pitch change in his voice. The girl nodded her head, and strode off in the opposite direction. Raph trailed her and copied her as she let her stack of papers fall to the desk with a thump.

As the girl returned to her seat, Raph walked back over to the teacher, who had managed to stand and lose his spectacles in the process. While he patted his face, the white-haired teen quickly scanned the white floor and spotted the thick glasses near the teacher's foot. It was about to be stepped on and broken by its owner, who was stumbling with confusion.

When his foot hit the floor, there was no crush of glass or plastic. Raph tapped his shoulder, and when the teacher spun around, his glasses were held out before him. "Oh, thank you," was the reply Raph was given. The spectacles were plucked from his hand and were back on the teacher's face. He blinked a few times as if to help clear his vision, and then looked at his newest student. "Ah, you must be Raphael," he said, clapping him on the back.

"Um, it's just Raph . . ."

"I'm Mr. Foster," he said, shaking Raph's hand. "And I must say you are quiet the interesting fellow. You are quite lucky to have green eyes, as it is a recessive trait and all. Did you know that . . ."

Someone coughed in the room, but Raph couldn't see who. He didn't know the purpose of it, but Mr. Foster did. He rubbed his hands together. "Well then Raph how is your knowledge on genetics?"

"I know it has to do with genes, which make up the recipe for life to grow."

"And . . ."

"That's about it." Raph blushed as all of the student's eyes were glued to him, he had just realized. However, they were all either really expressionless or Raph just stank at reading emotions.

"Well then, have a seat next to Silvia," Mr. Foster said, gesturing to the back of the room where a girl sat alone, the same one who had helped pick up Mr. Foster's escape papers. She didn't even look up from her paper. "She's our smartest student, and can help you get on track."

Raph gently walked to the desk where the girl in black was, and as he got closer, his eyes grew wider. Silvia looked about fourteen, with black short hair and green eyes. She wore black zipper pants that hugged her legs, a black T-shirt and a ripped up army jacket, as well as chain jewelry. She glanced up and he saw that she was very pale, and her eyes were lined with black eyeliner.

Raph set his butt in the seat next to her. There was already a packet turned to the correct page with a pencil resting alongside it resting in front of him.

"Do you see the Tree up on the board?" she said. "The circles are females, the squares are male. Those filled black are color blind. As you probably don't know, a female chromosome is XX, where a male's is XY. The recessive trait can't hide on a Y chromosome, so males are more common to be color blind. You see that there are more filled in squares than filled in circles?"

She kept talking and talking, and Raph had trouble keeping up. Silvia was confident in everything; a smart cookie. She was patient, and answered all questions he had. "Now answer the first question: how many heterozygous males are present in the Tree?"

Raph was silence for a moment so he could process the question and answer. "Um, none?"

"Yep," Silvia smiled. "Now answer the next one: look at the first mother. What is her set of alleles?"

Raph found himself quickly answering. He had somehow memorized the Tree: the mother was a white circle and her husband was a black square. They had five kids, three of them color blind, and two weren't. "She's heterozygous."

"Correct." Silvia looked at him with the green of her eyes flickering. "You're a fast learner, dude. You're lucky. Okay, next question."

In no time, Raph had finished the page and was busy playing with his pencil. He glanced up at the clock, and saw that there was ten minutes left before class got underway. "So, what's going on with you?" He felt it too awkward with the silence between him and his partner.

"What do you mean?" Silvia spoke quietly, almost like a whisper.

Okay, now Raph felt really awkward. "Well do you do any sports?"

"I'm a martial artist."

"What kind do you do?"

"Mixed, but also judo and ju Jitsu."

"So you're a grappler."

Silvia shrugged her jacket off her shoulder, revealing that she was actually wearing a tank top. Her shoulders and biceps were bigger and more well-defined than most girls. "Gotta practice every night.

"What kind of martial arts do you do?" the Goth asked as she pulled her jacket back on.

"A whole mix of stuff," Raph answered, which was partly true. He knew karate, ju Jitsu, and many other things as well as ninjitsu. Silvia looked impressed, and nodded her head in approval.

"How long have you been training?"

"Almost all my life. My sen . . . er, my dad took martial arts when he was younger and encouraged me and my siblings to take classes." That was too close, as he had almost said sensei.

"Wow bro, looks like you've got a pair," she said.

"What does that mean?"

"I don't know, but my twin bro says it all the time."

"You're twin is . . ."

"The jock, Ronald." She took one look at his expression and nodded in agreement. "We're not identical, but he got the looks and I got the brains. Guess it happens with twins."

"Guess it makes sense because you have green eyes and he doesn't."

"Do you have a class with him?"

"Yeah, Trig," Raph answered, and he grimaced. "He got on my brothers' bad side when he insulted my little sister."

"I thought you only had brothers."

"Well, Mikey's such a tomboy we consider her a brother."

Silvia smiled cutely. "Are they all martial artists too?"

"Yep, though I'm the best," he boasted, flexing his muscles.

"Well, then I'll have to spar you sometime," she said.

Raph smiled back. This girl was awesome.

THERE IS NO ROMANCE BETWEEN RAPH AND SILVIA!

Also, I know this chapter is kinda cruddy. I wanted to have a chapter of blarg.

Until next time!