A/N: I may not own the ninja turtles seeing as they belong to Nickelodeon but I DO own this song! I spent some time in my senior year of high school, which was about 3 years ago, coming up with this. So. Don't. STEAL!

"Come on. Come on. Ring already, dang it!" Angel whispered.

"What do you have to live for, Freak? There's nothing after school for you." A teenage boy behind her whispered harshly.

"Shut up, Jackass!" The rosette whispered back just as harshly.

"Did I just touch a nerve, bitch?" He taunted.

"Just shut the fuck up, you asshole!"

"Oh yeah?"

Fortunately for her, the bell range signalling the end of class and the end of the school day. Angel slung her black messenger bag over her shoulder and left the class.

'He's right. What do I have after school? I have no friends and all the clubs just shun me cuz I'm a freak with pink hair! No one gives a bloody damn 'bout me! No! Stop thinking like that! That kinda thinking is what got you into trouble last time! 'Sides that's so NOT true. You've got friends. Friends who're practically family. Friends who're in another state.' Angel sighed as she left the school with minimal pushing and shoving during her internal monologue. 'It was always so easy to make friends before. In New York, they accepted all kinds but I guess that's not true in Florida.'

Angel shook her head. Things were so much harder here. All the kids were together and not afraid to use a gun. Well... the gun part she'd heard on the news in another county but here... Thankfully there were none but who knew what would happen if one was pointed at her while she was here. She only had the limited amount of martial arts training that the guys taught her as well as her street fighting that she picked up on over the years. Not that it would do much good against a gun..

As Angel was walking home, all of the memories of her times in New York and here caught up to her. Each memory vying for her attention. She sighed. The teenage girl really missed the guys. She would call them up if she still had their number but she didn't. It was a sad thought that she couldn't even talk to her surrogate family about all of this.

"What does it mean to be a friend?
Does it mean that
you're happy, carefree
or you're a tech wiz smart?
Are you rough around the edges, a rebel
or are you respectable, loyal, and always there?
Is that what it means, I wonder?
I wonder...
I wonder
I wonder

What do I have to do to make them like me?
What do I have to do to earn a friend?
I want a friend
I need a friend

I just want someone to be there!
To be my pillow when I cry
To help me when I'm mad
To protect me when I'm in danger
But most of all
I just want them to be there...

Yeah, yeah

I once had four friends
They loved me and cared for me
They were there for me even when I was at my worst
Now we have drifted away
like the leaves in the fall
I just wish that I could see them again!

I just want someone to be there!
To be my pillow when I cry
To ease my pain when I'm angry
To protect me when I'm in danger
But most of all..
I just want them to be there

Oh oh
Ah ah

I just want someone to be there
To be my pillow when I cry
To comfort me when I'm upset
To help me when I'm hurt
To protect me when I'm danger
But most of all
I just want someone
to be there..."

Angel finished as she arrived at her house. Yes. I say house because to her the Lair will always be home to her. Heck anywhere the turtles are, mostly Mikey, will be home to her.