Arista Niara: You really want to know what happens next? Oh well then this should help… or it could confuse you more ::Evil grin::
LenniluvsBrian: My plot is working, see right now I want everyone wondering what is the truth and what is really imaginative and then… wait read on you'll see what happens.
Raphaella: I'm glad you love this story, I was stuck for a bit, mostly because of work and not being able to think certain things through, but I think I got a good chapter up now.
Daydream: I know Daydream, don't cry, I love our Donnie turtle too. His brothers would just be lost with out him wouldn't they? We all would be. Here's the next chapter.
Reviewer at school: That name sounds right. I just wasn't able to double check it before I posted the chapter, time constraints. I'll have to get that corrected, thanks.
Ziptango: I knew you and Red Turtle would be most into this, Donnie lovers! And thanks your making me feel all proud of my writing and such (see I'm at a lost for words).
Ramica: I'll be honest, it won't be cleared up which is the real world for a while. Or maybe in the next chapter, I'm not telling :o) Keep reading and see what you find.
Disclaimer: ::Sobs:: Don't own the turtles, it's not fair!
Stepping inside the school, students immediately engulfed Donatello. He was in the middle of students having conversations, heading off to class, purposely being slow to be late for class, and people going to their lockers. When a pair of arms hugged him from behind, Donatello jumped, then relaxed a bit when he saw it was Melissa. Tensely he hugged her back and looked around.
"The office knows about the accident," Melissa pointed at her head. "As does most of the kids around here now too, no thanks to Darla Nodell who can't keep her mouth shut or her nose out of other peoples business." Melissa lifted her nose in the air then smiled at Donatello seeing him just look blankly at her.
"Sorry, I know this happened to you a few years ago but it still takes reminding that you don't remember everything yet," Melissa said then took his arm. "So today and for the rest of the week, unless your memory comes back, I'll be taking you and meeting you after class. Your first two classes before lunch are algebra II and biology, then after lunch you have shop and astronomy."
"How long are each?" Donatello looked down at her as she steered him through what he thought was a madhouse. He was surprised there was only four classes a day.
"Each class is an hour and eighty minutes, except lunch is only fifty minutes," Melissa said to him. "Here's your first class, Don, I'll see you afterwards, okay?" Donatello nodded and Melissa gave him a hug leaving him. The teacher noticed Donatello from his desk and told Donatello to sit where ever he wanted. The bell rang and students flooded in, determined not to be late. Taking a seat in the middle, a few people said hi, then turned and listened as the teacher, Mr. Anderson, took roll. A boy behind Donatello, Brian, poked him when the name Don Fletcher was called two times and he didn't respond. As the teacher started instruction Donatello found himself enjoying the lesson and was able to complete the assignment in class. Melissa was waiting when the bell rang and took him to biology. This time Donatello answered when the teacher called his name, though it felt very odd responding to Don Fletcher, but still enjoyed the class non the less. Many people said hi and were wondering how he was, but most seemed to hang back. Lunch time he found out why. Melissa and him walked into the cafeteria and sat down at a round table. Before Donatello could blink, the table was full with people pulling chairs up around the edges.
"Don how are you doin?"
"Hey is your head okay?"
"You remember me don't you?"
"Why are you even asking," A nasty voice full of snob interrupted. "You know he doesn't remember anything, probably doesn't even remember the girl next to him." Donatello looked up to see a girl who had shoulder length blond hair, a snobby smile and an attitude that said she thought she was the most important person period. She would have made Skipper jealous.
"Darla, get a life and stop messin with my man," Melissa said standing up. Darla sauntered over and put a hand on Donatello's shoulder.
"Hi Don, does your head hurt?" Darla purposely ignored Melissa. "Do you need me to come over after school?" Donatello looked around seeing everyone's faces waiting for what was going to happen. Melissa was turning darker and darker shades of red. "I'm going out with a female Raphael, Donatello thought to himself. Standing up Donatello brushed Darla aside and gently grabbed Melissa's arms before she could launch at the other girl.
"Does that mean you are still thinking of that nobody?" Darla pouted.
"Melissa is not a nobody," Donatello turned around. "She is my girlfriend, who I love and remember. The only reason I would remember anything about you is because you're a snobby mean person, and I'm tired of you trying to get between us." Where did that come from, Donatello thought to himself.
"So go back to your corner, no go back to the hole you crawled out of and leave us alone!" Everyone looked back and forth as Darla's mouth dropped open and gaped. "Close your mouth Darla you look like a fish," Donatello finished and sat back down with Melissa. Darla snapped her mouth shut and stalked off, a cloud visible over her head. The group erupted in cheers.
"Go Don!" a browned haired boy cheered.
"That hit hasn't changed you a bit!" Who said that? Everything was starting to waver and his head was starting to pound.
"Don?" Melissa said concerned. Donatello grabbed his head and groaned. The students went silent then everyone starting talking at once. Out of all the yelling and talking he couldn't understand anything. The world turned and Donatello was on his back. Opening his eyes, he didn't even realize that he shut he could make out four figures standing over him. One was a girl.
"Melissa," Donatello reached a hand out.
"April, Donnie," It's April. "April took his hand. Closing his eyes, Donatello slightly shook his head and then opened them again. The figures cleared to be his three brothers and April.
"How do you feel bro?" Leonardo asked,
"I had the strangest dream," Donatello struggled to sit up, Raphael and Michelangelo gave him a hand.
"What was it about?" Michelangelo asked.
"Nothing," Donatello waved the question off. "How long have I been out?"
"About a day almost two," Leonardo said. "Here's some tea." Donatello took a sip then handed the cup back to Leonardo. He was in his room, looking at the clock saw that it was about twelve thirty, mid-day.
"You guys are going on patrol tonight right?" The three bothers looked at each other.
"Yes, but maybe you should stay home," Leonardo started.
"No, I can't sit at home any longer," Donatello got up. "In
fact I think I'll go to my lab and take a look at some things." The only one
that didn't say anything was Raphael who only stood back and watched. He
followed Donatello into the lab a few minutes later and saw Donatello sitting
at his workbench.
"Is this your great experiment?" Raphael walked up to him. Donatello jumped and
looked up from what he was doing. Dully hitting the surface
of the desk over and over with a screw driver.
"I was just thinking," Donatello put the screw driver down.
"I've heard you talk in your sleep," Raphael sat down.
"What have I said?"
"Something about school and a girlfriend," Raphael said. "The other guys don't know, I haven't said anything. I was just wondering what it means."
"Dreams, maybe, I'm not sure," Donatello covered his face and sighed. "I've been having these dreams or hallucinations ever since the night that soldier hit me and I'm starting to get confused. Is all this real?" Raphael looked a bit surprised. He wasn't expecting that answer from Donatello.
"Of course this is real," Raphael took Donatello's hand. "You feel this right?"
"I feel things there too, I know things that I shouldn't know," Donatello said. Raphael let go of his hand and stood up.
"This is real Donatello, I don't know how else to tell you," Raphael said. "Maybe you should come out on patrol, get back in the swing of things." Donatello nodded as Raphael turned and walked out. Only he wasn't sure about what was real, here or there?
~ Sorry if it's short, my muse kinda ran away on me. Don't worry though more is to come.