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"Are you hungry?" Mikey asked me. That was out of the blue, but I was. "Sorta." I said. "You are the skinniest person I have ever met." He stated, looked at Master Splinter for an okay, then grabbed me by the arm and dragged me off. I took in all the things around me as we walked down the hall. The walls were gray, like in the living room. Unlike my house where pictures of my family blocked out almost all the paint, there were none here. I saw the room that I had been in to start out with. Mikey took a left turn and suddenly we were in a kitchen. Pots and pans hanged from the ceiling and an old refrigerator sat in the corner. There was a table with chairs around it. "You can sit there." Mike said, pointing to the table. I pulled a wooden chair out and quickly sat down. Glancing around, I noticed the little peel off calendar on the wall. It was four days later than the last time I'd seen one. "Hey Mikey?" Mike didn't even look up. "Yeah duddette?" "How long have I been here?" I asked him, already knowing the answer but wanting it to be verified. "Four days." He replied. "Oh." Was all I could say. I watched Michelangelo pull things from cabinets and set them on the table. It made me think of when my mom cooked. She'd pull everything from the cabinets, put it on the bar, and then the two of us would try to make something. Most of the time our masterpieces would deflate or even bake all the way through. My Dad would be the taste-tester. He'd gag on whatever we gave him. 'Never again.' I thought to myself and blinked away the oncoming tears.
"So, what do you want?" Mike asked as he smacked a loaf of bread onto the table. "What do you have?" I asked back. "Anything your heart desires besides broccoli. I don't keep it in my kitchen." He said and went back to the fridge. "Um, we got pizza, pizza, oh look!" he exclaimed pulling a moldy slice of cheese from inside and threw it in the trashcan. "And pizza." Mike finished. "I guess we're going to have pizza." He stated and pulled an entire one from the fridge. I gave it a skeptical look. "Is it any good?" I questioned as he put the massive thing on a pan and forced it into the oven. "What do you mean is it any good?" Mikey said, his head popping up from the oven. He stared at me hard. "You have had pizza before haven't you?" He said as if it were an impossible thing. Scared to death, I slowly shook my head. Mikey's eyes grew as big as saucers. "LEO!" he shouted. In a few seconds, Leo was in the doorway. "What?" He asked. Mikey pointed at me. "She h-has n-ever eaten PIZZA!" Leo's mouth flew open. "No way." He stared at me too. Now I was uncomfortable. You would have thought I had committed a great sin. "Yes way." I replied. "But everyone in the United States has had pizza at least once in their lives, right?" Mikey asked. Leo shrugged. "Guess not." I decided to try and explain why I had never had pizza before. "Um, my parents traveled a whole lot to other countries, so they weren't home a very often. I would stay with an old family friend who was a health nut until they got back and when they were at home we made our own meals. When I got to be about twelve, they were able to leave me at home alone and I could cook by then. I've never had to order pizza or anything else in my entire life." Mike and Leo looked at me strangely. "You were deprived of the pizza." Mike said in a joking tone. "Is it that good?" I asked Leo. "Hmm. Mike you're best at this, you explain pizza to her." He said to his all to happy brother. Mike beamed. "Pizza's like a taste of heaven that accidentally got cut off and fell to Earth and is now devoured by millions every day." His mouth began to water. "Sounds good." I said, smiling at the giant turtle. "Good?! It's great!" Mikey exclaimed, going over to check on the pizza. "It's done!" He cried, taking it out of the oven with cooking mittens covered in yellow ducks. Leo got up and went to the fridge. "Thirsty?" he asked me, gently shaking a Sprite in his hand. I nodded quickly. "Yep."
Michelangelo placed the large pizza on the table in front of me. "Sammy," he said, inhaling the greasy smell, "You are gonna love this." I prodded a piece of cheese with my index finger. "Gooey." I stated. "That's what makes it good." Leo said, staring at the supposedly appetizing morsel. "Yeah, okay." I said unbelievably. Mikey sat down at the other side of the table. "Go ahead. Try it!" He urged me to eat. A scuffling sound at the door caught my attention. "Smelt the pizza." Raphael said coming into the kitchen, followed closely by Donatello. "What's up?" Donny asked as he walked in and sat down in the chair beside me. "Sammy's eating her first slice of pizza!" exclaimed Mike, his eyes glowing. "WHAT?!" Don and Raph yelled simultaneously. "You've never had pizza before?" Donny asked in an amazed voice. "Well, I am now." I told him. "Where did you used to live, the moon?" Raphael questioned, grabbing a slice of pizza and sitting down at the same time. I shook my head, causing my red hair to fly back and forth. "No, I've lived in New York for three years of my life. And no, my family wasn't a bunch of health freaks, we just never had pizza." I told him quickly. "Oh, so you live in New York? Where?" Leo tore his gaze away from the pizza and placed it on me. "I used to live in lower Manhattan until my parents died." I replied, still poking the pizza. It WAS really gross looking, the cheese was falling off the sides for heavens sake! "Where'd you live before New York?" Mike asked as he stuffed a slice of that slimy thing into his mouth. I smiled. "Tennessee. In the mountains." Raphael smirked. "Hill-Billy girl." He said, talking to me. "Sewer Turtle." I told him. "Gotcha there Raph." Leo said happily as he took a giangantic bite out of the pizza.
"Come on Sammy! Give into the craving!" Mikey exclaimed, thrusting a slice of pizza at me. "Will it make you happy if I do?" I asked, knowing the answer already. "Yes!" Mikey said happily, doing all but jumping up and down with joy. Gingerly I took a smaller slice of pizza in my hands. I could feel Mike's immense joy; it almost sounded like a song. 'That's weird.' I thought to myself 'Feeling a sound.' I popped the pizza into my mouth. Immediately, my taste buds went into overload. "This is GOOD!" I practically yelled and devoured the rest of that slice and immediately snatched another one. I shoved the whole thing into my mouth and reached for another one. "Wow, she's eats more than you do Mike." Raphael muttered. I could barely hear him; the pizza was calling all of my attention to it. "This is REALLY REALLY good!" I said again and chewed my forth piece of pizza. "Whoa, dudette, slow down." Exclaimed Mike grabbing the rest of the pizza. "No! Must have more!" I yelled and snatched another piece. "You've made a pizza-eating monster, Mike!" Donny said even though he was smiling. I was pretty full after the fifth piece so I sat back in my chair and let the guys eat the rest. "Man, what is in that?" I asked Mikey who grinned, "Dough, tomatoes, stuff."
Suddenly a thought struck me. "Hey guys?" Four green heads looked up from their pizza. "Where are MY clothes?" I asked. They all looked a little embarrassed. "We threw them out." Donny said after a bit. Before I could ask why, Raph broke in with, "They were all torn up and soaked. We'll get you some more though." I sighed with relief. "Whose are these anyway?" I questioned, tugging on the I love New York t-shirt. "Shirts mine." Mikey piped up. "And the pants are April's, a friend of ours." Leonardo put in. "She's a news-caster for channel 6." Mikey said, absentmindly twirling a pair of nunchuks on his finger. 'Nunchuks. Why?' I thought to myself. "April O'Neil? That April?" I asked him. "Uh-huh, we've known her for um about three years." He mumbled, eyes on pizza. "Hey, you're looking for a red-headed girl right?" Raphael asked. "Yeah, my sister, but I don't know anything about her. I don't even know her name." I told him, but I didn't know what that had to do with April O'Neil. "Hey Leo, do we know April's parents?" Raphael called to Leonardo who was busy looking at a swords book. Why they had one in the kitchen I really didn't want to ask. Leo looked up. "Um, don't think so, no." he replied and went back to his book. Raph turned back to me. "How much older is your sister than you? "Eleven years." I said immediately. "And you are how old?" Donny asked, seeming to release what Raphael was talking about. Even I was beginning to get an idea. "Fifteen." Donny snapped his fingers. "Darn it, April's twenty-eight. Sorry Sam." I shrugged. "It would have been wishful thinking to actually believe that your April would be my sister." I told him. "We'll help though." Mikey said, over-hearing the conversation. "It's basically impossible. I mean, I don't even know her first name!" My voice rose near the end. "We'll still help though." Mike said again. I cracked a smile. "Okay, so what do we do first?" I asked. "What do you want to do?" Mike asked the question that annoyed me the most. I suddenly felt really tired. "Sleep." I muttered. Mikey laughed. "But you've been doing that the whole time you've been here." I smiled as I felt my eyelids drop. "I know, but I don't think I can help it right now." I had to jerk my head up to keep from crashing into the table. "You okay?" I heard Mikey say. I nodded. "Yeah, I'm just tired." I said, closing my eyes. "She's been up for too long. Shouldn't have let her do that, not right after she almost died of pneumonia." I heard Donny say. Once again, I felt someone pick me up and carry me out of the room. "No, I can walk." I said, almost totally out of it. "Nah, that's okay. I doubt you'd actually make it to you're room." Leo said. "Whatever." I murmured and fell asleep.
Gotcha Lenni! It's almost holidays! Wait till then, I'll update so much it'll blow you're heads off. (Not literally) THANKS FOR THE REVEIWS!
Thank you for al the reviews! I'm always glad to get extremely long ones! Those are my favorites! On with this story! (I love exclamation marks!)
"Are you hungry?" Mikey asked me. That was out of the blue, but I was. "Sorta." I said. "You are the skinniest person I have ever met." He stated, looked at Master Splinter for an okay, then grabbed me by the arm and dragged me off. I took in all the things around me as we walked down the hall. The walls were gray, like in the living room. Unlike my house where pictures of my family blocked out almost all the paint, there were none here. I saw the room that I had been in to start out with. Mikey took a left turn and suddenly we were in a kitchen. Pots and pans hanged from the ceiling and an old refrigerator sat in the corner. There was a table with chairs around it. "You can sit there." Mike said, pointing to the table. I pulled a wooden chair out and quickly sat down. Glancing around, I noticed the little peel off calendar on the wall. It was four days later than the last time I'd seen one. "Hey Mikey?" Mike didn't even look up. "Yeah duddette?" "How long have I been here?" I asked him, already knowing the answer but wanting it to be verified. "Four days." He replied. "Oh." Was all I could say. I watched Michelangelo pull things from cabinets and set them on the table. It made me think of when my mom cooked. She'd pull everything from the cabinets, put it on the bar, and then the two of us would try to make something. Most of the time our masterpieces would deflate or even bake all the way through. My Dad would be the taste-tester. He'd gag on whatever we gave him. 'Never again.' I thought to myself and blinked away the oncoming tears.
"So, what do you want?" Mike asked as he smacked a loaf of bread onto the table. "What do you have?" I asked back. "Anything your heart desires besides broccoli. I don't keep it in my kitchen." He said and went back to the fridge. "Um, we got pizza, pizza, oh look!" he exclaimed pulling a moldy slice of cheese from inside and threw it in the trashcan. "And pizza." Mike finished. "I guess we're going to have pizza." He stated and pulled an entire one from the fridge. I gave it a skeptical look. "Is it any good?" I questioned as he put the massive thing on a pan and forced it into the oven. "What do you mean is it any good?" Mikey said, his head popping up from the oven. He stared at me hard. "You have had pizza before haven't you?" He said as if it were an impossible thing. Scared to death, I slowly shook my head. Mikey's eyes grew as big as saucers. "LEO!" he shouted. In a few seconds, Leo was in the doorway. "What?" He asked. Mikey pointed at me. "She h-has n-ever eaten PIZZA!" Leo's mouth flew open. "No way." He stared at me too. Now I was uncomfortable. You would have thought I had committed a great sin. "Yes way." I replied. "But everyone in the United States has had pizza at least once in their lives, right?" Mikey asked. Leo shrugged. "Guess not." I decided to try and explain why I had never had pizza before. "Um, my parents traveled a whole lot to other countries, so they weren't home a very often. I would stay with an old family friend who was a health nut until they got back and when they were at home we made our own meals. When I got to be about twelve, they were able to leave me at home alone and I could cook by then. I've never had to order pizza or anything else in my entire life." Mike and Leo looked at me strangely. "You were deprived of the pizza." Mike said in a joking tone. "Is it that good?" I asked Leo. "Hmm. Mike you're best at this, you explain pizza to her." He said to his all to happy brother. Mike beamed. "Pizza's like a taste of heaven that accidentally got cut off and fell to Earth and is now devoured by millions every day." His mouth began to water. "Sounds good." I said, smiling at the giant turtle. "Good?! It's great!" Mikey exclaimed, going over to check on the pizza. "It's done!" He cried, taking it out of the oven with cooking mittens covered in yellow ducks. Leo got up and went to the fridge. "Thirsty?" he asked me, gently shaking a Sprite in his hand. I nodded quickly. "Yep."
Michelangelo placed the large pizza on the table in front of me. "Sammy," he said, inhaling the greasy smell, "You are gonna love this." I prodded a piece of cheese with my index finger. "Gooey." I stated. "That's what makes it good." Leo said, staring at the supposedly appetizing morsel. "Yeah, okay." I said unbelievably. Mikey sat down at the other side of the table. "Go ahead. Try it!" He urged me to eat. A scuffling sound at the door caught my attention. "Smelt the pizza." Raphael said coming into the kitchen, followed closely by Donatello. "What's up?" Donny asked as he walked in and sat down in the chair beside me. "Sammy's eating her first slice of pizza!" exclaimed Mike, his eyes glowing. "WHAT?!" Don and Raph yelled simultaneously. "You've never had pizza before?" Donny asked in an amazed voice. "Well, I am now." I told him. "Where did you used to live, the moon?" Raphael questioned, grabbing a slice of pizza and sitting down at the same time. I shook my head, causing my red hair to fly back and forth. "No, I've lived in New York for three years of my life. And no, my family wasn't a bunch of health freaks, we just never had pizza." I told him quickly. "Oh, so you live in New York? Where?" Leo tore his gaze away from the pizza and placed it on me. "I used to live in lower Manhattan until my parents died." I replied, still poking the pizza. It WAS really gross looking, the cheese was falling off the sides for heavens sake! "Where'd you live before New York?" Mike asked as he stuffed a slice of that slimy thing into his mouth. I smiled. "Tennessee. In the mountains." Raphael smirked. "Hill-Billy girl." He said, talking to me. "Sewer Turtle." I told him. "Gotcha there Raph." Leo said happily as he took a giangantic bite out of the pizza.
"Come on Sammy! Give into the craving!" Mikey exclaimed, thrusting a slice of pizza at me. "Will it make you happy if I do?" I asked, knowing the answer already. "Yes!" Mikey said happily, doing all but jumping up and down with joy. Gingerly I took a smaller slice of pizza in my hands. I could feel Mike's immense joy; it almost sounded like a song. 'That's weird.' I thought to myself 'Feeling a sound.' I popped the pizza into my mouth. Immediately, my taste buds went into overload. "This is GOOD!" I practically yelled and devoured the rest of that slice and immediately snatched another one. I shoved the whole thing into my mouth and reached for another one. "Wow, she's eats more than you do Mike." Raphael muttered. I could barely hear him; the pizza was calling all of my attention to it. "This is REALLY REALLY good!" I said again and chewed my forth piece of pizza. "Whoa, dudette, slow down." Exclaimed Mike grabbing the rest of the pizza. "No! Must have more!" I yelled and snatched another piece. "You've made a pizza-eating monster, Mike!" Donny said even though he was smiling. I was pretty full after the fifth piece so I sat back in my chair and let the guys eat the rest. "Man, what is in that?" I asked Mikey who grinned, "Dough, tomatoes, stuff."
Suddenly a thought struck me. "Hey guys?" Four green heads looked up from their pizza. "Where are MY clothes?" I asked. They all looked a little embarrassed. "We threw them out." Donny said after a bit. Before I could ask why, Raph broke in with, "They were all torn up and soaked. We'll get you some more though." I sighed with relief. "Whose are these anyway?" I questioned, tugging on the I love New York t-shirt. "Shirts mine." Mikey piped up. "And the pants are April's, a friend of ours." Leonardo put in. "She's a news-caster for channel 6." Mikey said, absentmindly twirling a pair of nunchuks on his finger. 'Nunchuks. Why?' I thought to myself. "April O'Neil? That April?" I asked him. "Uh-huh, we've known her for um about three years." He mumbled, eyes on pizza. "Hey, you're looking for a red-headed girl right?" Raphael asked. "Yeah, my sister, but I don't know anything about her. I don't even know her name." I told him, but I didn't know what that had to do with April O'Neil. "Hey Leo, do we know April's parents?" Raphael called to Leonardo who was busy looking at a swords book. Why they had one in the kitchen I really didn't want to ask. Leo looked up. "Um, don't think so, no." he replied and went back to his book. Raph turned back to me. "How much older is your sister than you? "Eleven years." I said immediately. "And you are how old?" Donny asked, seeming to release what Raphael was talking about. Even I was beginning to get an idea. "Fifteen." Donny snapped his fingers. "Darn it, April's twenty-eight. Sorry Sam." I shrugged. "It would have been wishful thinking to actually believe that your April would be my sister." I told him. "We'll help though." Mikey said, over-hearing the conversation. "It's basically impossible. I mean, I don't even know her first name!" My voice rose near the end. "We'll still help though." Mike said again. I cracked a smile. "Okay, so what do we do first?" I asked. "What do you want to do?" Mike asked the question that annoyed me the most. I suddenly felt really tired. "Sleep." I muttered. Mikey laughed. "But you've been doing that the whole time you've been here." I smiled as I felt my eyelids drop. "I know, but I don't think I can help it right now." I had to jerk my head up to keep from crashing into the table. "You okay?" I heard Mikey say. I nodded. "Yeah, I'm just tired." I said, closing my eyes. "She's been up for too long. Shouldn't have let her do that, not right after she almost died of pneumonia." I heard Donny say. Once again, I felt someone pick me up and carry me out of the room. "No, I can walk." I said, almost totally out of it. "Nah, that's okay. I doubt you'd actually make it to you're room." Leo said. "Whatever." I murmured and fell asleep.
Gotcha Lenni! It's almost holidays! Wait till then, I'll update so much it'll blow you're heads off. (Not literally) THANKS FOR THE REVEIWS!