Radical Transformation
"C'mon guys, we're gunna be late!" Leo yelled to his three brothers from the bottom of the stairs.
It was a few minutes before school starts, and they still had to walk there. Donnie, Raph and Mikey had got up late, while Leo had risen bright and early. His brothers were still upstairs, getting changed, or combing their hair, which Leo had done an hour ago.
"Nearly . . . 'dy, Leo!" Mikey called down, the word 'ready' muffed because he was pulling his orange shirt over his head.
Leo glanced at the clock, and picked up Mikey's bag. Donnie's was upstairs, as he had been doing homework late last night.
April had been out all night, and had got back in the early hours of the morning, so she was still in bed. Splinter was in his room, having had his morning tea. He was not at all angry to his sons for bringing a friend home, but he did warn them to be careful if they had to bring anyone else home, which they assured him they wouldn't. Prida was a one off.
Leo looked up as his brother came bounding down the stairs, Donnie was just pulling his shirt over his chest, but one arm was caught in the sleeve. He tripped and nearly flew into Mikey, who was in front. But he stopped himself, and smiled sheepishly. Raph came behind them, carrying Donnie's bad, his hair a sandy mess.
"Why were you guys so late?" Leo asked, pointing at the clock on the wall.
"I had to find my gameboy, the one I always leave here," Mikey said. "I get bored in some class," he added when he saw the disapproval in Leo's face. "I've only got one game in it so I could finish it quick and have to get back to boring work."
Donnie smiled, and took his bag off Raph. Both were smiling at their Mikey, who shrugged, grinning.
Leo threw Mikey's bag at him, and his brother caught it. He saw Mikey's eyes widened quickly, then return to normal at something on his bag, something that was sticking out, but he quickly smiled at Leo, and hastily shoved whatever it was back in, out of Leo's sight.
Glancing suspiciously at Mike, Leo called, "Ok guys, let's go."
They dashed out of the apartment, calling quick goodbyes to Splinter and April. They ran down the stairs taking them two at a time, and burst out into a cold, frosty day; quite the opposite of yesterday. Turning down the street, they ran flat out for a few minutes, cutting the fifteen-minute walk to school down to a seven minute run. They reached the school only three minutes after the bell, but everyone had cleared the hallways and they were the only ones left running to their form rooms.
"Hope we're not late," Donnie said to his brothers and they rounded the corner, all four of them skipping on their right feet to avoid falling at such a tight corner.
"You're late," their form tutor said as they bounded into their room, panting and shifting their bags on their backs. Leo, Raph and Mikey looked at Donnie, who sighed and shook his head.
()()()()
After registration, in which leaflets were handed out about school events and news (mentioning the fire rescue, names included) and warnings about going near the burnt library, the guys went off to their class, which they were all separate in, except Leo and Raph who had P.E Theory together.
Mikey's classroom was the closets, and since all of them had to go down that corridor to get to their own classes, they all walked together.
Just as they got to the Arts corridor, they heard a stern, mature voice, and as they rounded the corner, they saw a teacher, who Mikey pointed out to be his Art teacher, and one person who they were glad to see being told off: Jo Tooks. He was standing, looking very bored, looking at the wall behind the Art teacher. He glanced the bros, and shot them a glare.
Mikey, saying bye to his brothers, turned into the classroom Tooks and the teacher were standing outside of. He grinned at Tooks before he went in.
The other three continued on to their classrooms, meeting one of Donnie's friends on the way. He had Tyson disappeared into their Geography room, leaving Leo and Raph to walk on to the sports hall for P.E Theory.
First class whizzed by, and to Mikey it seemed he had only just walked in the Art room before he was walking out. He had heard why Tooks was being told off, as his friend, Matt, had said he saw Tooks ripping some Art work off the walls for fun. He hadn't got away with it. Instead, he had been forced to stick other pieces of Art to backboards on the wall, using the wall stapler. He had been working on the wall near where Mikey sits, and kept glancing at the work on the desk done by the artist of the four brothers. Mikey could tell he was impressed. Tooks hadn't seemed to master the art of masking facial expressions, but he did show it in a funny way. Mikey had been working on a picture of one of his favourite characters from a game - Rayman. He had drawn him in less that five minutes, and took another five minutes to do shading. This wasn't part of his project in Art, this picture was drawn because he liked it. Tooks saw it, but quickly got back to his stapling. He had been removed from his other class to do this, and Mikey was pleased to see, when he was walking (limping) out later on that Tooks was wincing in pain from the many paper cuts he had received.
"Hey, Mikey," Matt suddenly said as they were walking to next class, which Matt had told him was French, and he had it with him.
"Yeah?" Mikey asked, looking around the crowd for his brothers.
"Sorry to hear about your aunt."
Mikey turned around, frowning. "What?"
"Ya know, when she got mugged."
Mikey remembered the lie. "Oh! Yeah - er - that's okay."
"Anyway, I'm glad your foot's okay, I thought it would take much longer to heal," Matt said.
Mikey smiled proudly. "Yeah, well, turtles heal faster."
It was Matt's turn to frown. "What? Turtles?"
Mikey realised what he had said. "Oh, I mean me and my brothers, heh, have this funny thing about calling them animals . . . like you do . . ."
Matt smiled. "Oh, like turtles are slow, so are your brothers?"
"Turtles aren't THAT slow," Mikey said, wishing they'd get off the subject.
Matt shrugged, frowning. His friend was a little obsessed with turtles. That wasn't the first time he had mentioned them in front of Matt. Once, in one class, he had said something else . . . something like 'Turtles rules!'. Matt shrugged it off. Everyone had a favourite animal. His was dogs.
Since Mikey or any of his brothers hadn't had a French calls yet, he let Matt lead the way, hoping his brothers had an escort to get to the room. Most likely Prida was in their class and was leading them.
The French room was fairly big, and all along the walls were paper with French words written on them, and pictures of the Eiffel Tower, stuff frenchy, and things done by students. Mikey and Matt took the desks at the back of the room, where there were plenty for Mikey's brothers, if they got there before anyone else got them.
Leo, Donnie, Raph and, sure enough, Prida arrived a few seconds later, panting slightly, from the looks of their flushed faces they appeared to have ran. They grabbed desks next to Mikey, who quickly told them about Tooks. They all appeared happy about it.
The French teacher was a woman, called Mrs Kei. She was strict, but nice when the class was behaving. She set them work straight away from books she handed out, and the class went at their own pace. She was nice as she did allow talking, but any funny business and she can be loud, so Prida and Matt and said.
Mikey looked at the work they had been set.
"I don't know any of this!" He hissed to Raph.
"Neither do I!" He whispered back, so Prida or Matt couldn't hear them. They were positive that they should know this stuff at the age they were, but having never been to school, they were bound not to.
They both looked over at Leo, who was making the same face they were, confused about the work, and then the three of them looked across to Donnie, who was staring at the book. They were surprised he wasn't already burning pen nib to paper, but a second later, Donnie seemed to know what he was doing, and WAS burning pen to paper.
"Just follow me guys," he said, knowing they were staring. "I know this stuff."
"How?" They said together, staring at him.
He looked up. "The Internet offers a wide range of language tutorials, and considering I used to go on it twenty-four seven, I'm surprised you're surprised."
They started.
Donnie sighed and shifted his desk closer to Leo's, who was the nearest. He passed his piece of paper over.
"Here, just copy that down, you'll get the idea."
So, for that class they mostly copied Donnie, or at least Raph and Mikey did. Leo was determined to learn by himself. He thought to himself it would be a lot easier if they did Japanese classes. Master Splinter would help with the difficult ones in that.
The class ended rather quickly, and everyone got up as the bell went, signalling the start of their twenty-minute break. Everyone filed out, while Donnie was still writing, repeating 'I've nearly finished . . '
His brothers rolled their eyes, and heard Prida and Matt talking about something. They listened in, while Donnie was practically starting a fire with the paper he was writing that fast.
"You got a date yet?" Prida asked, grinning, a teasing tone in her voice.
"Me? Nah, I ain't getting one, never had one," Matt was saying. "I always go with m' mates. You comin' this year? You didn't go last, did ya?"
"No . . ." Prida shrugged, smiling, slight sadness in her small frown. "Had no one to go with either . . . and no friends really . . . don't get me wrong, I HAD friends, they moved . . . or became part of Ci Ci's gang."
"What you guys on about?" Mikey asked. Behind him Donnie was packing his things away.
"The disco that's coming up two weeks Friday," Matt said, turning to them, and wondering why Mikey was smiling at him like that.
"Cool!" Mikey exclaimed. "A disco, wow, never been to one with huma - er, friends before." He quickly glanced at his brothers, who where staring at Matt and Prida, seeing if they guess the word Mikey tried to cover up.
"I'm ready," Donnie spoke up." Shall we go?"
As they walked out of the French block, Mikey moved closer to Prida.
"Hey, Pri?" He said as she looked at him. "Heard ya talking 'bout that disco, and ya said y'aint had no one to go with . . . well, I'll letcha know I'm available!" He grinned.
Prida laughed. "Thanks Mikey, that's sweet! But one problem: I don't go to them cause girls have to wear skirts or dresses, or anything smart, and I don't have anything like that . . . me? Wear a dress? Phugh, yeah right!" She laughed along with the others.
Mikey noticed Matt's face when he spoke to Prida. He knew his friend like her, as do a lot of guys at the high school. Mikey had seen some check her out quite often, and he didn't blame them. She was a very pretty girl.
"You'd look really pretty in a dress," Matt suddenly said, and went bright red.
Mikey flashed him a knowing smile.
Prida also went slightly red. "Thanks, but I hate them . . ."
"Aw, c'mon, Prida," Mikey said. "I wanna go, and I want you to be there . . . I mean, I can't just dance with Raph, he's terrible! And I'm sure he'd want you to save a dance for him!" Mikey laughed, as well as everyone but Raph, who couldn't help smiling a bit, but went red and grabbed Mikey, showing his fist, warning him not to do it again. Mikey just grinned.
"Well, I'm for it," Donnie said, glancing back at his brothers, who were just behind them. He was walking with Leo in front.
"Same here!" Mikey said, and turned to Matt. "Hey, you'll be hanging with us right?"
"You bet!" He said enthusiastically. "Oh, and be warned, they play some weird music, its good, but different."
"Cool!" Mikey said. The idea of going to an actually disco, with humans, was too exciting, so now all he would able to talk about the next two weeks is this disco.
They only just got to their lockers, where Mikey shoved something in Raph's locker, and a few minutes later the bell rang for next class.
As Raph was shutting his locker, Tooks passed by and put a hand on Prida's shoulder. She jumped, as he leant his face closer to hers.
"You'll be mine at this disco," he whispered to her, and she made a disgusted face.
Raph heard this, and turned around to deal with Tooks, but something that had been causing him problems with shutting his dinted locker fell out, one of them did anyway. It clanged metallically on the floor, and Prida and Tooks just got a glimpse of it before Raph scooped and picked it back up, shoving it back into his locker and slamming it shut, casting a nervous eye at Tooks, who was frowning.
"Why the hell have you got . . . big. . . forks in your locker?" He asked, suspiciously.
"None of yeh business," Raph snapped, stepping forward menacingly.
Smart enough to know when Raph gets mean (even after the little time of knowing him), Tooks backed off slowly from Prida, evil eyes on Raph. He was thinking . . . and Raph didn't like the way he was staring. Tooks had seen those things - weapons - somewhere, and he knew where. But the possibility that where he had seen them, was the place Raph had got them from had to be impossible . . . or was it . . . Took disappeared to his class, which happened to be their next one.
"C'mon you two," Donnie called. He, Mikey and Leo were waiting for them. Matt behind with Tyson who had joined. "We've got R.E."
Raph and Prida caught up with them, and ran upstairs, already late for their next class, which turned out to be every boring today. Though, Leo and Raph admitted that it was much better since Donnie and Mikey were back with them in classes. Last week, at the end, they hadn't been in a few classes, so it was Leo and Raph on their own.
The class dragged on, and nothing remotely interesting came up. Tooks, who was sat at the back, only two rows behind them (the first row behind them was empty) with his gang, kept sniggering at something.
Mikey, bored to death, glanced at what the teacher was doing. She was busy dealing with someone who had been flicking paper bits, and the noise in the classroom was working to Mikey's advantage as well. He pulled out his gameboy, and started to play, hiding it under the desk, and looking as though he was grinning triumphantly at his crotch to anyone who couldn't see what he was really doing.
Prida leant over to him, ignoring the whistles from Tooks to her. He was directly behind her and Mikey, but two rows back he couldn't see what Mikey was playing, but could see the gameboy.
"Whatcha playing?" She asked, glancing at the teacher then back at the game.
"Rayman!" Mikey declared, and whooped as he finished another level.
Tooks, having listened to it, sat back in his chair. 'Rayman'. This Mikey was obsessed with this character. He played the games, he drew pictures . . . pictures . . . Tooks thought of something, ignoring his friends laughing at something . . . 'Mikey' . . . that name had to be short for something, Tooks thought. And he had an idea what.
R.E finished a slow half an hour later, and for Mikey, two levels later. As they were coming out, Tooks, who seemed to have a fascination with putting his hand on Prida, put it again on her shoulder. She shook it off, and watched him smile eerily, disappearing into the crowd of people. She shuddered slightly. She hated it when he touched her.
"Prida?"
She snapped out of her stare, eyes still on where Tooks had disappeared. Mikey had called her name, remaining behind for her as his brother walked away, talking about things with Matt Hill, unaware she wasn't following.
"Oh, sorry, coming," she said, and trotted up to him.
()()()()
After that class, which was Physics, and a very boring but complicated physics at that, they headed to the canteen quickly before all the tables were taken.
The canteen was big inside, and the chairs were two colours, blue and bluey-green.
Leo, Donnie, Matt and Prida grabbed trays, while Raph and Mikey grabbed a large table for all of them. Tyson had asked if they could save him a seat, as he had nipped off to the toilet.
"I want PIZZA!" Mikey yelled to his brothers across the noise-growing canteen, deafening Raph who he bellowed past to Leo, who was asking what they wanted, even though they couldn't hear him.
"Mikey!" Raph growled, rubbing his ears. "Do ya wanna shout any louder?"
Mikey grinned. "I'm just hungry. A guy can get loud when he's 'ungry!"
"I'm surprised you ain't loud twenty-four seven!"
A few minutes later, Leo, Donnie, Matt and Prida (who was sharing a tray with Matt and Tyson) sat down at the table with the food. Leo handed Mikey two steaming pizzas, and a packet of chips, along with a slab of flapjack; handed Raph a pizza slice and a flapjack, and himself and Donnie the same as Raph.
"Wow, you must be hungry," Prida laughed as Mikey scoffed down his food.
"Nah, he's always like that," Donnie said, smiling, and tucking into his own.
Tyson came back and sat down on the chair Mikey had reserved for him, next to Donnie. He grabbed his food that Prida pointed to, and started to eat, much like Mikey.
Matt and Tyson started a conversation about family, and the funny things that happen in them. Everyone else joined in, except Mikey who was eating to fast to talk, and Prida who just listened with a saddened look upon her face, trying to smile when they all laughed at something funny said by either Tyson or Matt, who had full families. Occasionally Donnie would say something about his brothers to Tyson, but Leo and Raph only laughed. Prida was wishing they could change the subject. Mention of good times in families made her upset, she wished she could crush her feelings down, but if they asked her, she would probably get a tight throat, and watery eyes. It always happened when she was talking to her sister about their parents. She could manage to not cry, but it was obvious she would be trying to stop it by her red eyes, and how her lip trembled as she bit it to stop herself crying.
Unfortunately, Tyson saw her blinking furiously, and was about to ask her what was wrong when Raph also noticed, knew what was wrong and quickly changed the subject.
"Hey Tyson, didn't you say you work somewhere?" He asked, his brothers still staring at Prida, but Matt and Tyson's attention on Raph. "Where?"
While Tyson blabbed on, not looking at anyone while he talked, and laughing and sharing jokes with Matt, Raph and his brothers turned to Prida, who was still blinking back her watery eyes, but her lip had stopped trembling and she couldn't feel any more tears brewing.
"You okay?" Raph asked softly.
She managed a grateful smile. "Yeah, thanks Raph." She got up. "I'll be right back." She walked towards the toilets.
Matt and Tyson were still talking, patting Donnie on the arm to get him in the conversation, and looked up briefly as Prida left the table, but carried on.
"What was wrong with her?" Leo asked in a low voice.
Raph shook his head. "I dunno if I'm ta say, but lets just say 'family' is an upsetting topic in her household . . . also, hint her sister being the one who looks after her . . ."
Leo, Mikey and Donnie realised what he was saying, and all looked pretty bad for her, muttering their 'sorries' for her, even though she wasn't there. But Mikey told them that she was like him, and would get over it in a short time.
Lunch soon went, and Tyson said he had to go do something just before afternoon registration. He disappeared, while the rest got up and cleared their table. Mikey quickly went back to see if there was any more pizza, and kept saying that there would be nothing wrong with the school pizza. Who would poison them? His brothers answered 'the teachers!'. They walked out of the canteen, and stopped.
"Prida's been a while," Leo said, reading his brother's minds.
"Should we go check?" Donnie asked, looking at his brothers.
"What? Walk into the Girl's Room!?" Mikey said. "No thanks!"
"We'll just walk there, see if she's not anywhere near it and walk back again," Leo said. "It's nearly time for the bell, so it won't hurt."
They agreed, and started to walk, rather slowly, towards the Boy's Room, which is sure to be near the Girl's room. The corridors were deserted, so they would hear or see her.
But just as they got to the corner in the corridor, they heard something, and slowed down, frowning slightly. It was a voice, but it was drawn out so smoothly, and beautifully that they didn't realise that it was someone singing. It was a beautiful voice, singing a mystical, sad-like song. They rounded the corner and saw the girl stood there, back to them, brushing her long, red hair in front of the mirror on the wall just outside of the Girl's Room. She had her eyes closed at that second, so didn't see them in the mirror. She continued her song, and opened her eyes. They darted to the guys' reflection in the mirror, and she snapped her head up and turned around, her face already red.
"Guys," Prida said. "I didn't see you . . . er, sorry -"
"Was that you singing?" Mikey asked in awe.
Prida's cheek went even redder, if possible. She nodded and shoved her hairbrush in her bag.
"That was beautiful," Donnie said, smiling at her.
The bell rang at that second, and Prida walked past them.
"C'mon, we'll be late," she said, and walked past the guys with their eyebrows raised. They shut their mouths and followed her.
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"C'mon guys, we're gunna be late!" Leo yelled to his three brothers from the bottom of the stairs.
It was a few minutes before school starts, and they still had to walk there. Donnie, Raph and Mikey had got up late, while Leo had risen bright and early. His brothers were still upstairs, getting changed, or combing their hair, which Leo had done an hour ago.
"Nearly . . . 'dy, Leo!" Mikey called down, the word 'ready' muffed because he was pulling his orange shirt over his head.
Leo glanced at the clock, and picked up Mikey's bag. Donnie's was upstairs, as he had been doing homework late last night.
April had been out all night, and had got back in the early hours of the morning, so she was still in bed. Splinter was in his room, having had his morning tea. He was not at all angry to his sons for bringing a friend home, but he did warn them to be careful if they had to bring anyone else home, which they assured him they wouldn't. Prida was a one off.
Leo looked up as his brother came bounding down the stairs, Donnie was just pulling his shirt over his chest, but one arm was caught in the sleeve. He tripped and nearly flew into Mikey, who was in front. But he stopped himself, and smiled sheepishly. Raph came behind them, carrying Donnie's bad, his hair a sandy mess.
"Why were you guys so late?" Leo asked, pointing at the clock on the wall.
"I had to find my gameboy, the one I always leave here," Mikey said. "I get bored in some class," he added when he saw the disapproval in Leo's face. "I've only got one game in it so I could finish it quick and have to get back to boring work."
Donnie smiled, and took his bag off Raph. Both were smiling at their Mikey, who shrugged, grinning.
Leo threw Mikey's bag at him, and his brother caught it. He saw Mikey's eyes widened quickly, then return to normal at something on his bag, something that was sticking out, but he quickly smiled at Leo, and hastily shoved whatever it was back in, out of Leo's sight.
Glancing suspiciously at Mike, Leo called, "Ok guys, let's go."
They dashed out of the apartment, calling quick goodbyes to Splinter and April. They ran down the stairs taking them two at a time, and burst out into a cold, frosty day; quite the opposite of yesterday. Turning down the street, they ran flat out for a few minutes, cutting the fifteen-minute walk to school down to a seven minute run. They reached the school only three minutes after the bell, but everyone had cleared the hallways and they were the only ones left running to their form rooms.
"Hope we're not late," Donnie said to his brothers and they rounded the corner, all four of them skipping on their right feet to avoid falling at such a tight corner.
"You're late," their form tutor said as they bounded into their room, panting and shifting their bags on their backs. Leo, Raph and Mikey looked at Donnie, who sighed and shook his head.
()()()()
After registration, in which leaflets were handed out about school events and news (mentioning the fire rescue, names included) and warnings about going near the burnt library, the guys went off to their class, which they were all separate in, except Leo and Raph who had P.E Theory together.
Mikey's classroom was the closets, and since all of them had to go down that corridor to get to their own classes, they all walked together.
Just as they got to the Arts corridor, they heard a stern, mature voice, and as they rounded the corner, they saw a teacher, who Mikey pointed out to be his Art teacher, and one person who they were glad to see being told off: Jo Tooks. He was standing, looking very bored, looking at the wall behind the Art teacher. He glanced the bros, and shot them a glare.
Mikey, saying bye to his brothers, turned into the classroom Tooks and the teacher were standing outside of. He grinned at Tooks before he went in.
The other three continued on to their classrooms, meeting one of Donnie's friends on the way. He had Tyson disappeared into their Geography room, leaving Leo and Raph to walk on to the sports hall for P.E Theory.
First class whizzed by, and to Mikey it seemed he had only just walked in the Art room before he was walking out. He had heard why Tooks was being told off, as his friend, Matt, had said he saw Tooks ripping some Art work off the walls for fun. He hadn't got away with it. Instead, he had been forced to stick other pieces of Art to backboards on the wall, using the wall stapler. He had been working on the wall near where Mikey sits, and kept glancing at the work on the desk done by the artist of the four brothers. Mikey could tell he was impressed. Tooks hadn't seemed to master the art of masking facial expressions, but he did show it in a funny way. Mikey had been working on a picture of one of his favourite characters from a game - Rayman. He had drawn him in less that five minutes, and took another five minutes to do shading. This wasn't part of his project in Art, this picture was drawn because he liked it. Tooks saw it, but quickly got back to his stapling. He had been removed from his other class to do this, and Mikey was pleased to see, when he was walking (limping) out later on that Tooks was wincing in pain from the many paper cuts he had received.
"Hey, Mikey," Matt suddenly said as they were walking to next class, which Matt had told him was French, and he had it with him.
"Yeah?" Mikey asked, looking around the crowd for his brothers.
"Sorry to hear about your aunt."
Mikey turned around, frowning. "What?"
"Ya know, when she got mugged."
Mikey remembered the lie. "Oh! Yeah - er - that's okay."
"Anyway, I'm glad your foot's okay, I thought it would take much longer to heal," Matt said.
Mikey smiled proudly. "Yeah, well, turtles heal faster."
It was Matt's turn to frown. "What? Turtles?"
Mikey realised what he had said. "Oh, I mean me and my brothers, heh, have this funny thing about calling them animals . . . like you do . . ."
Matt smiled. "Oh, like turtles are slow, so are your brothers?"
"Turtles aren't THAT slow," Mikey said, wishing they'd get off the subject.
Matt shrugged, frowning. His friend was a little obsessed with turtles. That wasn't the first time he had mentioned them in front of Matt. Once, in one class, he had said something else . . . something like 'Turtles rules!'. Matt shrugged it off. Everyone had a favourite animal. His was dogs.
Since Mikey or any of his brothers hadn't had a French calls yet, he let Matt lead the way, hoping his brothers had an escort to get to the room. Most likely Prida was in their class and was leading them.
The French room was fairly big, and all along the walls were paper with French words written on them, and pictures of the Eiffel Tower, stuff frenchy, and things done by students. Mikey and Matt took the desks at the back of the room, where there were plenty for Mikey's brothers, if they got there before anyone else got them.
Leo, Donnie, Raph and, sure enough, Prida arrived a few seconds later, panting slightly, from the looks of their flushed faces they appeared to have ran. They grabbed desks next to Mikey, who quickly told them about Tooks. They all appeared happy about it.
The French teacher was a woman, called Mrs Kei. She was strict, but nice when the class was behaving. She set them work straight away from books she handed out, and the class went at their own pace. She was nice as she did allow talking, but any funny business and she can be loud, so Prida and Matt and said.
Mikey looked at the work they had been set.
"I don't know any of this!" He hissed to Raph.
"Neither do I!" He whispered back, so Prida or Matt couldn't hear them. They were positive that they should know this stuff at the age they were, but having never been to school, they were bound not to.
They both looked over at Leo, who was making the same face they were, confused about the work, and then the three of them looked across to Donnie, who was staring at the book. They were surprised he wasn't already burning pen nib to paper, but a second later, Donnie seemed to know what he was doing, and WAS burning pen to paper.
"Just follow me guys," he said, knowing they were staring. "I know this stuff."
"How?" They said together, staring at him.
He looked up. "The Internet offers a wide range of language tutorials, and considering I used to go on it twenty-four seven, I'm surprised you're surprised."
They started.
Donnie sighed and shifted his desk closer to Leo's, who was the nearest. He passed his piece of paper over.
"Here, just copy that down, you'll get the idea."
So, for that class they mostly copied Donnie, or at least Raph and Mikey did. Leo was determined to learn by himself. He thought to himself it would be a lot easier if they did Japanese classes. Master Splinter would help with the difficult ones in that.
The class ended rather quickly, and everyone got up as the bell went, signalling the start of their twenty-minute break. Everyone filed out, while Donnie was still writing, repeating 'I've nearly finished . . '
His brothers rolled their eyes, and heard Prida and Matt talking about something. They listened in, while Donnie was practically starting a fire with the paper he was writing that fast.
"You got a date yet?" Prida asked, grinning, a teasing tone in her voice.
"Me? Nah, I ain't getting one, never had one," Matt was saying. "I always go with m' mates. You comin' this year? You didn't go last, did ya?"
"No . . ." Prida shrugged, smiling, slight sadness in her small frown. "Had no one to go with either . . . and no friends really . . . don't get me wrong, I HAD friends, they moved . . . or became part of Ci Ci's gang."
"What you guys on about?" Mikey asked. Behind him Donnie was packing his things away.
"The disco that's coming up two weeks Friday," Matt said, turning to them, and wondering why Mikey was smiling at him like that.
"Cool!" Mikey exclaimed. "A disco, wow, never been to one with huma - er, friends before." He quickly glanced at his brothers, who where staring at Matt and Prida, seeing if they guess the word Mikey tried to cover up.
"I'm ready," Donnie spoke up." Shall we go?"
As they walked out of the French block, Mikey moved closer to Prida.
"Hey, Pri?" He said as she looked at him. "Heard ya talking 'bout that disco, and ya said y'aint had no one to go with . . . well, I'll letcha know I'm available!" He grinned.
Prida laughed. "Thanks Mikey, that's sweet! But one problem: I don't go to them cause girls have to wear skirts or dresses, or anything smart, and I don't have anything like that . . . me? Wear a dress? Phugh, yeah right!" She laughed along with the others.
Mikey noticed Matt's face when he spoke to Prida. He knew his friend like her, as do a lot of guys at the high school. Mikey had seen some check her out quite often, and he didn't blame them. She was a very pretty girl.
"You'd look really pretty in a dress," Matt suddenly said, and went bright red.
Mikey flashed him a knowing smile.
Prida also went slightly red. "Thanks, but I hate them . . ."
"Aw, c'mon, Prida," Mikey said. "I wanna go, and I want you to be there . . . I mean, I can't just dance with Raph, he's terrible! And I'm sure he'd want you to save a dance for him!" Mikey laughed, as well as everyone but Raph, who couldn't help smiling a bit, but went red and grabbed Mikey, showing his fist, warning him not to do it again. Mikey just grinned.
"Well, I'm for it," Donnie said, glancing back at his brothers, who were just behind them. He was walking with Leo in front.
"Same here!" Mikey said, and turned to Matt. "Hey, you'll be hanging with us right?"
"You bet!" He said enthusiastically. "Oh, and be warned, they play some weird music, its good, but different."
"Cool!" Mikey said. The idea of going to an actually disco, with humans, was too exciting, so now all he would able to talk about the next two weeks is this disco.
They only just got to their lockers, where Mikey shoved something in Raph's locker, and a few minutes later the bell rang for next class.
As Raph was shutting his locker, Tooks passed by and put a hand on Prida's shoulder. She jumped, as he leant his face closer to hers.
"You'll be mine at this disco," he whispered to her, and she made a disgusted face.
Raph heard this, and turned around to deal with Tooks, but something that had been causing him problems with shutting his dinted locker fell out, one of them did anyway. It clanged metallically on the floor, and Prida and Tooks just got a glimpse of it before Raph scooped and picked it back up, shoving it back into his locker and slamming it shut, casting a nervous eye at Tooks, who was frowning.
"Why the hell have you got . . . big. . . forks in your locker?" He asked, suspiciously.
"None of yeh business," Raph snapped, stepping forward menacingly.
Smart enough to know when Raph gets mean (even after the little time of knowing him), Tooks backed off slowly from Prida, evil eyes on Raph. He was thinking . . . and Raph didn't like the way he was staring. Tooks had seen those things - weapons - somewhere, and he knew where. But the possibility that where he had seen them, was the place Raph had got them from had to be impossible . . . or was it . . . Took disappeared to his class, which happened to be their next one.
"C'mon you two," Donnie called. He, Mikey and Leo were waiting for them. Matt behind with Tyson who had joined. "We've got R.E."
Raph and Prida caught up with them, and ran upstairs, already late for their next class, which turned out to be every boring today. Though, Leo and Raph admitted that it was much better since Donnie and Mikey were back with them in classes. Last week, at the end, they hadn't been in a few classes, so it was Leo and Raph on their own.
The class dragged on, and nothing remotely interesting came up. Tooks, who was sat at the back, only two rows behind them (the first row behind them was empty) with his gang, kept sniggering at something.
Mikey, bored to death, glanced at what the teacher was doing. She was busy dealing with someone who had been flicking paper bits, and the noise in the classroom was working to Mikey's advantage as well. He pulled out his gameboy, and started to play, hiding it under the desk, and looking as though he was grinning triumphantly at his crotch to anyone who couldn't see what he was really doing.
Prida leant over to him, ignoring the whistles from Tooks to her. He was directly behind her and Mikey, but two rows back he couldn't see what Mikey was playing, but could see the gameboy.
"Whatcha playing?" She asked, glancing at the teacher then back at the game.
"Rayman!" Mikey declared, and whooped as he finished another level.
Tooks, having listened to it, sat back in his chair. 'Rayman'. This Mikey was obsessed with this character. He played the games, he drew pictures . . . pictures . . . Tooks thought of something, ignoring his friends laughing at something . . . 'Mikey' . . . that name had to be short for something, Tooks thought. And he had an idea what.
R.E finished a slow half an hour later, and for Mikey, two levels later. As they were coming out, Tooks, who seemed to have a fascination with putting his hand on Prida, put it again on her shoulder. She shook it off, and watched him smile eerily, disappearing into the crowd of people. She shuddered slightly. She hated it when he touched her.
"Prida?"
She snapped out of her stare, eyes still on where Tooks had disappeared. Mikey had called her name, remaining behind for her as his brother walked away, talking about things with Matt Hill, unaware she wasn't following.
"Oh, sorry, coming," she said, and trotted up to him.
()()()()
After that class, which was Physics, and a very boring but complicated physics at that, they headed to the canteen quickly before all the tables were taken.
The canteen was big inside, and the chairs were two colours, blue and bluey-green.
Leo, Donnie, Matt and Prida grabbed trays, while Raph and Mikey grabbed a large table for all of them. Tyson had asked if they could save him a seat, as he had nipped off to the toilet.
"I want PIZZA!" Mikey yelled to his brothers across the noise-growing canteen, deafening Raph who he bellowed past to Leo, who was asking what they wanted, even though they couldn't hear him.
"Mikey!" Raph growled, rubbing his ears. "Do ya wanna shout any louder?"
Mikey grinned. "I'm just hungry. A guy can get loud when he's 'ungry!"
"I'm surprised you ain't loud twenty-four seven!"
A few minutes later, Leo, Donnie, Matt and Prida (who was sharing a tray with Matt and Tyson) sat down at the table with the food. Leo handed Mikey two steaming pizzas, and a packet of chips, along with a slab of flapjack; handed Raph a pizza slice and a flapjack, and himself and Donnie the same as Raph.
"Wow, you must be hungry," Prida laughed as Mikey scoffed down his food.
"Nah, he's always like that," Donnie said, smiling, and tucking into his own.
Tyson came back and sat down on the chair Mikey had reserved for him, next to Donnie. He grabbed his food that Prida pointed to, and started to eat, much like Mikey.
Matt and Tyson started a conversation about family, and the funny things that happen in them. Everyone else joined in, except Mikey who was eating to fast to talk, and Prida who just listened with a saddened look upon her face, trying to smile when they all laughed at something funny said by either Tyson or Matt, who had full families. Occasionally Donnie would say something about his brothers to Tyson, but Leo and Raph only laughed. Prida was wishing they could change the subject. Mention of good times in families made her upset, she wished she could crush her feelings down, but if they asked her, she would probably get a tight throat, and watery eyes. It always happened when she was talking to her sister about their parents. She could manage to not cry, but it was obvious she would be trying to stop it by her red eyes, and how her lip trembled as she bit it to stop herself crying.
Unfortunately, Tyson saw her blinking furiously, and was about to ask her what was wrong when Raph also noticed, knew what was wrong and quickly changed the subject.
"Hey Tyson, didn't you say you work somewhere?" He asked, his brothers still staring at Prida, but Matt and Tyson's attention on Raph. "Where?"
While Tyson blabbed on, not looking at anyone while he talked, and laughing and sharing jokes with Matt, Raph and his brothers turned to Prida, who was still blinking back her watery eyes, but her lip had stopped trembling and she couldn't feel any more tears brewing.
"You okay?" Raph asked softly.
She managed a grateful smile. "Yeah, thanks Raph." She got up. "I'll be right back." She walked towards the toilets.
Matt and Tyson were still talking, patting Donnie on the arm to get him in the conversation, and looked up briefly as Prida left the table, but carried on.
"What was wrong with her?" Leo asked in a low voice.
Raph shook his head. "I dunno if I'm ta say, but lets just say 'family' is an upsetting topic in her household . . . also, hint her sister being the one who looks after her . . ."
Leo, Mikey and Donnie realised what he was saying, and all looked pretty bad for her, muttering their 'sorries' for her, even though she wasn't there. But Mikey told them that she was like him, and would get over it in a short time.
Lunch soon went, and Tyson said he had to go do something just before afternoon registration. He disappeared, while the rest got up and cleared their table. Mikey quickly went back to see if there was any more pizza, and kept saying that there would be nothing wrong with the school pizza. Who would poison them? His brothers answered 'the teachers!'. They walked out of the canteen, and stopped.
"Prida's been a while," Leo said, reading his brother's minds.
"Should we go check?" Donnie asked, looking at his brothers.
"What? Walk into the Girl's Room!?" Mikey said. "No thanks!"
"We'll just walk there, see if she's not anywhere near it and walk back again," Leo said. "It's nearly time for the bell, so it won't hurt."
They agreed, and started to walk, rather slowly, towards the Boy's Room, which is sure to be near the Girl's room. The corridors were deserted, so they would hear or see her.
But just as they got to the corner in the corridor, they heard something, and slowed down, frowning slightly. It was a voice, but it was drawn out so smoothly, and beautifully that they didn't realise that it was someone singing. It was a beautiful voice, singing a mystical, sad-like song. They rounded the corner and saw the girl stood there, back to them, brushing her long, red hair in front of the mirror on the wall just outside of the Girl's Room. She had her eyes closed at that second, so didn't see them in the mirror. She continued her song, and opened her eyes. They darted to the guys' reflection in the mirror, and she snapped her head up and turned around, her face already red.
"Guys," Prida said. "I didn't see you . . . er, sorry -"
"Was that you singing?" Mikey asked in awe.
Prida's cheek went even redder, if possible. She nodded and shoved her hairbrush in her bag.
"That was beautiful," Donnie said, smiling at her.
The bell rang at that second, and Prida walked past them.
"C'mon, we'll be late," she said, and walked past the guys with their eyebrows raised. They shut their mouths and followed her.
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