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Through His Eyes

I have one oldah bro. His name is Leonardo, but we all call him Leo. He is absolutely one of the biggest perfectionist I evah met. We can get into a fight faster than you can say "pizza." We both know how to push one another's buttons. Keeps us on our toes! Heh! I also have two younger brothers as well. Now the eldest of the two, Donatello, is a smart one. He can go into explanations like you would not believe on subjects I've nevah even heard about. Once you get him to start speaking English again, you have the answer to most of your problems especially in regards to machinery. Donnie and I don't have lots in common, but we are always there for one another. The three of us work, most of the time, like a smooth well oiled ninja team all except for my fourth bro. Last but not least is Michelangelo. Man! Baby brothers are one of the most annoying inventions god evah created. They are loud, obnoxious, rude, spying, tattling little brats. Mikey can't evah stay out of trouble and drives me up the wall with his dreaming. All he evah does is play pranks, goof off, and draw in that damn book of his. I mean the kid needs to get a grip! Sheesh.

Splinter, our Sensei, says that my bros and I need to have more patience with Mikey. He told me that I especially used to watch out for Mikey when we was toddlers. Splinter said I would call the brat "my baby." Me? Who's he kidding? Like I would call anything, let alone Mikey, "baby." Hah!

The other day my bros and I were all sitting in the den area of the lair minding our own businesses. Leo and Donnie were playing chess while I was watching one of God's best inventions. Wrestling. Not just any wrestling match mind ya, but the Super Heavy Weight Wrestling Championship of the Decade. I had been waiting months to see this. The Rock was performing one of his classic moves when who should block my view? Yes, you guessed it; a loud, obnoxious, rude, spying, tattling little brat named Mikey.

"Get outta my way!" I ordered him while leaning to see past his big fat shell.

"Dude! Look what I drew Raph!" he says to me shoving that damn sketch book in my face.

"No! Move it Mikey! I'm busy right now." I says.

I noticed Leo and Donnie looking up and rolling their eyes. Mikey had already interrupted their game twice before. Couldn't Mikey get the message? Leave us alone!

"But Dude…" he whined, "I've been working on this a month; I know you'll love it."

I stood up then to throttle him senseless when I noticed that the match was over. NOOOOOOOO! Who won? How did Who win? When did Who Win? WHO WON?!!!!!!! I saw red and I'm not speaking of the color of my bandanna. Then I saw Mikey smiling at me. I jumped up and grabbed Mikey by his plastrons while tossing his sketchbook across the room enjoying the fact that the smile was melting off his face. I shook him several times before throwing him on the couch all the while enjoying the new look on his face. Fear.

"Why can't you just leave me alone for a few damn minutes?!!!" I roared at him, " Do you have to ruin everything?! All I wanted to do was to watch my match and you have to run over and ruin it over a stupid picture. Grow up Mikey!!!!!!!!"

"But I was only…" he started.

"Only what Mikey?" Donnie interrupted, "Every time you get involved you mess up everything. Thanks to you Leo and I had to start our chess game over twice. This is a never ending pattern for you."

"Mikey perhaps you should spend your time a little more productively?" Leo added.

Mikey's face crumpled at this point. That is the only words for what happened. Now most people think that all turtles look alike, and I agree that we are very similar, but there are differences. Mikey has the biggest brownest eyes of all four of us and has perfected the puppy dog eyes to get his way in the past. But this time was different. He looked more like a puppy that had been kicked in the gut. Big crocodile tears rolled from his eyes. Movement too my left caused me to turn my head seeing my Sensei entering the room with concern on his face. Leo and Donnie looked shocked that they had helped make Mikey cry.

Mikey looked at all of us a second and was up and in his room in a whirl of motion tinged in orange. I reached his door just as the bolt slid in place locking out the outside world. The one thought that ran through my head was…What had I done?