Summery: One bad date causes the once average life of Kris Weaver to be change completely when she finds and takes home an odd shaped object after her date. DonOC.
Disclaimer: I don't own TMNT, it belongs to mirage, but I do own Kris Weaver and other OCs that are mentioned.
Written in My Own Words:
February 16 (still):
Morgan is such an idiot! Today was horrible. First we went to her aunt's store (the woman seriously has some problem with me for no reason). Lets just say when I walked in, the woman greeted Morgan like she was a princess and she turns to me, stares at me blankly before acknowledging me apathetically. She fawned over her precious little niece while I browsed the store. Morgan's cousin, Brianna, actually helped me pick out a couple of cute outfits.
But then Morgan's aunt barged in on us and actually snatched the outfit I was going to buy to wear to my cousin Becky's baby shower, and gave it to Morgan stating that it would look absolutely darling on her. If I ever read this when I'm older, I bet I'd think my eyes were green with jealousy, but GOSH Morgan's aunt makes me want to scream (she reminds me so much of Cameron it ain't funny).
Morgan of course stated that lavender wasn't her color and gave the outfit back to me (more like throw it at me), in which I quickly bought it (along with a cute dark green dress). Her aunt was unhappy, but Morgan did get an outfit that looked completely amazing on her.
But, it's what her aunt said to Morgan that got me so upset. The worst thing about it was that it was about me!
Why do ya hang around with that lil' whore?
I'm not a whore! Morgan has other friends (who aren't me) who are whores, and they know it and they brag about it. Her aunt loves them. GAH! I need to get off this subject before I write a novel on how much of a butt head Morgan's aunt is.
After going to Morgan's aunt shop, we went to the park, where Morgan totally ditched me for about an hour. Oh yes, she ditched me, for a guy named Pooky (or at least that's what she called him), and then I realized she was using the poor guy to get her ex boyfriend Sheen back after he dumped her saying 'she wasn't taking their relationship serious enough.'
Her idea didn't work, Sheen was actually walking around with the last girl I'd ever see him with: Vanessa Creb. She's actually very plain looking, which made Morgan mad due to Sheen being Mr. Popular at school.
And to tell the truth, he seemed happier dating Vanessa then he ever appeared when he was dating Morgan. I've also heard that Sheen had a little bit of a crush on Vanessa in the eighth grade.
But after that event the entire afternoon went down hill. Morgan was bitter and upset after the incident at the park that nothing, and I mean nothing could snap her out of her dark mood of stomping around and suddenly deciding that it was time to eat lunch.
This meant that she would want to go to the nearest Chinese Buffet and stuff her face until she puked. The problem with that is that we already agreed to go to the pizzeria I went on that blind date the other day (the only reason I wanted to go was the hope of bumping into the guy that dropped his cell phone so I could return it to him).
We went to the buffet, and I couldn't help but watch in slight panic when she got up seven times to get a huge plate full of food (and she ate it all too and kept it all down which surprised me). I stopped her from getting dessert, stating maybe I should take her home to calm down (this took about fifteen minutes in which I paid and tipped for both of us).
Oh, I did all this with only having slept two hours last night, a new accomplishment for me. I'm so proud of myself.
Oh, my mom took Pamela and Drake to the vet, in which my mom found out that Pamela is going to lay eggs soon, so we're leaving them at the Vet until the eggs are laid and are put in an incubator. I'm pretty excited about it, and I was the one who got to contact my brother at crossroads to tell him about his pets and the good news. He didn't react much, just saying 'uh-huh, yeah,' and the occasional 'hmm.'
Gosh, he can be such a jerk at times.
I need to get so sleep, or else I'll be sleeping in classes on Monday.
XOXO,
Kris Weaver
PS: I still gots the feeling of being watched, oh I'm going to sleep with the cell phone close by tonight incase that window thing happens again.
February 17:
Somebody shoot me (seriously, this is crazy). Okay, it was 12:27 AM when I first woke up, and my window was opened again (I didn't wake up until I heard something fall of my desk). I shoot up in bed, and it took about fifteen seconds for me to turn on my bedside lamp. I could feel somebody (or multiple somebodies) watching my every move. So, I looked to my bedside table, and was slightly relieved the cell phone was still there.
I let out a huge sigh of relief, I would have been FREAKING out if that was gone (because I want to return it to the guy personally). So, I got up and looked under the bed to see if my parent's cat (they got her just recently, and she's obsessed with me for an odd reason). She wasn't there, just one of Mr. Lovalwits friends. I then decided before I checked my closet, I should splash some water on my face to calm me down.
If I would have known what was in my bathroom, I'd probably would have stuck with the closet (except there was something in there too).
I threw my bathroom door open, flipped on the switch and well I noticed the darned shower curtains were closed. I only close them when I'm using the shower (or bathtub), so that meant somebody messed with them. So, I literally tore them off, only to find myself screaming loudly (I still thank the heavens my parents are deep sleepers).
There were two giant turtles trying to hide in my bathroom. Yeah, if anyone (coughMorgancough) ever tries to read my journal, I bet they'd send me straight to a therapist.
But anyways…about the little situation in the bathroom. Well, one of the two turtles actually reached out, covering my mouth with it's…hand? Well, it motioned for me to stop screaming.
Of course in hopes to spare my pathetic life, I stopped screaming, and then I passed out.
I must of slammed my head against my bathroom sink because I wasn't in my bathroom (or my apartment) when I woke up. I also had bandages on my head (I just found a few stray sheets of paper and a pen near by and decided to jot this stuff down). I just wonder what those turtle things are, and what the flip is going on.
I really hope I found out soon, or else I'm going to go insane.
XOXO,
Kris Weaver
PS: Yeah, I guess I'm going to have to continue today in another entry, my head HURTS. And I gotta remember to keep this piece of paper to copy everything in my journal if and when I get home.
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I didn't get totally into the introduction of our favorite heroes, but it'll happen next chappie.
