Hey look, it's still Sunday. That's new.

Anyways, chapter. This one's like 2000 words, and the ones after this will probably be all around that length which is much better than the measly 1000 I used to have them all at.

Okay, read on.


Donnie ran along the rooftops of New York, more out of habit than any need. Once he was on April's roof, he hopped down by her window and gave it a few quick knocks.

"You know, you're human now, you could have used the door." April told him once she opened it. Her hair was loose and hanging down around her face, and Donnie couldn't help but think it looked nice like that.

"Where's the fun in that?" He asked, crawling through.

"Well, I'm almost ready; you can go make yourself some coffee if you want." She suggested, gesturing out her door.

"Thanks." He smiled, walking out and grabbing what he needed for a coffee. He had been there enough to know where everything was.

He leaned back on the counter once it was done, lifting it to his lips and smiling. Just the taste was making him feel more awake.

His eyes opened at the sound of footsteps, and he looked up to see Mr. O'Neill. He was looking over the back of the couch, staring at him with a confused expression.

"Mornin'." Donnie greeted, lifting his mug up in a half-hearted wave.

After another moment of confusion for Kirby, he seemed to remember. "Right, you're human now.."

"Yup. Coffee?" Donnie offered, gesturing to the still half full pot.

"With milk, please." He nodded, and gladly took the cup from Donnie when it was ready.

"So, how have you been doing?" Donnie asked. "You haven't been showing any signs of mutation, have you? Nothing out of the ordinary?"

Kirby looked concerned. "Should I?" He asked.

"I don't know," Donnie shrugged, taking another drink. "You're the first person I ever used it on."

"It- It wasn't tested?" He asked, obviously getting a bit shook up on the matter.

"Not on an actual mutant, no. Just on some DNA samples. So is that a no on any side effects?" He asked, holding up Kirby's arm, then bending it.

"Um, no..." He said, eyeing Donnie warily. Donnie was either not noticing the man's discomfort or ignoring it altogether.

He was about to ask another question when a short, round women appeared in the doorway. Her red hair was in a messy bun and she still wore slippers with her jeans and blouse combo.

"Good morning, Kirby. I hope you slept well. Who's this?" She asked, and Donnie made a guess that that was April's aunt, Susan.

"I'm one of April's friends ." Donnie greeted her, dropping Kirby's arm and giving a charming smile. "It's nice to meet you."

"Oh, good to meet you, too. I'm April's aunt, Susan." She offered her hand and he shook it politely. "Are you and April walking to school?"

"Yeah, it's my first day, actually." He told her and she smiled.

"Oh, well that's wonderful. I'm so glad that April is making new friends. The only person she ever seems to hang out with these days is that Casey boy. She says she has other friends but have I ever met them? No." She seemed to be talking more to Kirby now but Donnie listened anyways, sipping his coffee with mild interest. "And if they're all like Casey then honestly I'd prefer if she was lying because-"

"Aunt Susan," Donnie turned to see April standing in the hallway, an annoyed look on her face. Susan stopped talking to turn to her. "That's enough. I do have other friends, and even if they were all like Casey it wouldn't matter." She frowned, a bright blush on her face as she shot a small look at Donnie.

Donnie caught the message and set his empty cup in the sink. "Well, we better be head off now, school starts soon, doesn't it, April?" He asked, nodding towards the door.

"Yeah, let's go." She said, grabbing her bag. "Bye, dad, bye, Susan. See you afterschool." April said, before she and Donnie walked out the door.

It had been a fairly short walk to the school, with April apologizing for her aunt the entire way. But once they were there, Donnie couldn't stop looking around. His hyper-active brain trying to see everything at once.

"Calm down, Donnie. Really, it's not that big of a deal." She said, but her words meant nothing due to the smile on her face. It was kind of endearing how he was acting.

"Sorry, April, it's just so cool. I'm actually at a school, attending like a normal kid. Well, sort of attending. I'm here, at least." He corrected himself without need, as he often did.

She gave a small laugh as they walked through the doors of the school, leading them to her locker.

"Where's the bathroom?" Donnie asked, looking around for one.

"Didn't go before you left?" She asked teasingly.

"I didn't have a bladder full of coffee before I left." He told her.

"Just around the corner," She pointed, opening her locker and grabbing some books.

As Donnie walked away she heard him mutter to himself, "Sensei warned me about these public washrooms..."

The suspicion in his voice made it so that April couldn't help but giggle to herself.

"Who was that?" She heard behind her, and turned to see Irma staring in the direction Donnie had just walked off in.

"Oh," She said, and decided to just say the truth. Maybe this would get Irma off her back about meeting the other brothers. "That's one of the friend's I've told you about. The 'secret' friends or whatever you call them."

"April!" Irma said, hitting April in the arm with her books. "You never told me they were hot!"

April was a little thrown off by that. 'Hot' was definitely not one of the words April used regularly to describe the turtles. They were turtles after all. Maybe cute or adorable was thrown around once in a while in their direction, but not hot.

Irma ignored April's pause and went on. "What's he doing here anyways, I thought you said they were right shy, home-schooled kids?"

"Oh, well, he wanted to see what regular school was like, so I'm letting him tag along with me for the week."

"What about his other brothers? You said there was four of them, right?" She asked.

"Yeah, four. The other three didn't want to go." She shrugged.

As April finished speaking, Donnie walked back from around the hall, Casey now with him. As they got closer she heard Donnie speaking, "That was disgusting. I am never stepping foot into another washroom in this place ever again."

Casey shrugged in reply. "You get used to it."

"I do not plan on getting used to it."

"Look at where you live, dude."

As they got back to the girls, Donnie looked Irma over.

"Donnie, this is my friend, Irma." April introduced. "Irma, this is Donnie."

"Hi," Irma smiled, giving a wave. "Nice to meet you."

April watched as her friend looked Donnie over closer, and saw her eyes catch around Donnie's own eyes. April turned to look herself and noticed that the florescent lights of the school seemed to make the red in his eyes stand out much more than usual.

Donnie seemed to catch the curious staring and bowed his head, "Nice to meet you, as well." He said politely and Irma smiled back.

The bell rang after the short exchange, causing Donnie to jump, then blush as he realized what it was. Kids began clearing out of the hallways, the small group included.

"So, where are we off to first?" Donnie asked, moving to walk besides April.

"English, we all have it together." She said and led him into one of the classrooms and to a seat near the middle.

Another bell sounded and a teacher rushed in, sitting at the desk at the front of the room.

"Good morning, class." He said, and looked around the room, eye landing on Donnie. "New student?" He asked.

"Guest," April said for him. "He's staying with me this week, and is going to be following me around to my classes."

"Ah, right, now I remember." He nodded. "What's your name, then?"

"Donatello, uh, Jones." Donnie spoke up, pulling at his shirt collar awkwardly while passing a glance towards Casey. The other boy raised an eyebrow in amusement. "You can call me Donnie, though, if you want."

The teacher nodded. "Well, my name is Mr. Harris, and you've joined at a great time, Donnie. We've only just jumped into the wonderful world of F. Scott Fitzgerald's 'The Great Gatsby.'"He announced, though the way he said it Donnie wasn't sure if he was being sarcastic or not. Mr. Harris walked over to a cabinet and pulled out a copy of the book, then walked over to hand it to him. "You can borrow this one for the week you're here. Have you read it already at your school?"

"Well, I'm home-schooled, actually," Donnie told him, "But I have read it before." He had been 11 when he had rescued a copy just short of it falling into the sewer water.

"Oh, good. Then you should have no problem following along. We're only a few chapters in. Now, everyone get out the homework you were assigned." He addressed the class and they did as told. Donnie looked over at April's work to see what sort of questions they were doing.

He sat listening to the other students answering and discussing the questions, until they go to the eighth on the sheet.

"So, can anyone tell me what Nick thought of Jordan?"

A few hands went up half-heartedly, and Mr. Harris's eyes landed on Donnie.

"Donnie, what about you, if you've read the book."

Donnie looked towards April, unsure, and she only shrugged.

"Oh, well, um, he believed she was dishonest." He answered.

"Why did he think that?"

"Well, two reasons. The first is that people had told him that she had cheated on the golf tournament. The second is because he thinks all women are dishonest. He thinks it's okay, however, because as women they are expected to lie. He's really kind of sexist, even though he says at the beginning of the book that he's not a very judgemental person."

"Yes, he is pretty judgemental throughout the entire book, and sexist. He's kind of an ass, really." The teacher chuckled, and Donnie raised an eyebrow at his language.

He had always though teachers weren't supposed to curse in front of their students. Splinter certainly didn't, and spent no time waiting to berate him or Raph whenever they did. Especially when Mikey started picking it up.

The last two questions were answered, one by Irma and another by someone else, then they read for the last 20 minutes of class. Donnie spent half of it reading and the other half looking around the classroom and at the other students.

They all seemed like anything he had seen on TV. There were ones who looked like jocks, in their varsity jackets, preppy girls with perfect hair and nails, the 'nerds' with their multiple textbooks, and just about every other stereotype you could think of.

He saw Irma sitting in front of April. She seemed nice enough, though Donnie had only said a few words to her. He wondered to himself if April had told her anything about him or his brother's. He assumed that if she had, it hadn't been anything much. Maybe he would ask her about it later.

He was jumped out of his thoughts by a bell sounding, and the ruffling of papers. He stood up with April, and waited for her to get her stuff gathered.

"Where to next?" He asked.

"Gym, unfortunately." She told him, her face scrunching up in distaste. "You're going to have to borrow a uniform from the school."

"A gym uniform?" He asked.

"Yeah, it's just a basketball uniform, shorts and a t-shirt, that kind of thing."

"Great." He said sarcastically as he followed her to the gym.


Alright, not all that much to say about this chapter, besides the fact that I love Aunt Susan, I think I might have stolen that name from somewheres, and also I'm Canadian, so if I got anything wrong about the American School system then oh well.

Also, Mr. Harris is based on my Law Teacher (he's also an English teacher) and that's the way he talks like, all the time. He litterally does not give two shits about holding his tongue and I love it.

Okay, so, as always, review, because it shows me you care, and I guess just wait for the next chapter now.

Byyyye~

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