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"New Turtle On The Block"
by : Robert Rumery
Angus woke up from his slumber he was know in his black shorts and his black shirt that he had been wearing earlier his jacket was on a hook beside of his door. His couch wasn't really that comfortable but his bed kinda broke because of how big he was. And what he was. A Normal sized but isn't made to fit a huge green turtle a bed like that wasn't made to support a mutant freak. No one in the building knew what he was they just thought he was a normal guy no one has ever seen him without his trenchcoat or the backpack that he kept on his back to hide his shell. He was living in seclusion he rarely went out with the exception for today. He needed food and hes lazy thats why he had to goto the Johnny's Pizzeria it was on 110th street.
But he rememberd seeing Rachael he meet her when she was younger when he was human she was his bestfriend through out high school but when that tragedy happened when his human body was destroyed and He was turned into this creature thats when everything went down hill. Rachael was a pretty girl she still is. She had long golden brown-blonde hair, blue eyes, and she was thin she had long legs and meduim sized breasts its not like he looked or anything hes not a pervert. But he missed her, he missed her greatly it was always a miracle to see her a blessing.
Angust sat up and than got onto his feet and walked over to the kitchen and than through the kitchen pushed a white door open it was a jar to begin with and enterd his room he pulled off his shorts and threw them on the ground and walked over to his brown berau draw and pulled the bottom drower out and picked out a pair of faded blue jeans and slipped those over his legs and pulled them on and zipped them up. He sat down on the edge of his broken bed and one his night stand was a picture of his family his mother Jean Marie Duvan and his father Jason Charles Duvan and there was his little sister she was 13 in the picture it was taken a month before the murder happened and she was smiling.
Angust ran his green fingers over the picture touching every curve of it every detail that he could soak in the remembering of his family that was the only thing that was keeping him alive in this world and the hatred for what happened to his family what really shouldn't of happened to his family it wasn't there fault they got killed but Angust blammed himself, he blammed himself alot. They we're in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Angust could feel his anger boiling up inside of him as he kept on looking at the picture his anger has way of taking over. His eyes they started to fill tears they were tears of sadness and tears of rage he couldn't take it anymore the pain of not having them here any more and the sorrow of lost. But what good could come of this? His family was gone and he was all alone. He was rejected from the world because of what he had become so what was he supposed to do live in a secluded place for the rest of his life? He wanted to feel what everyone else has felt, love, acceptance, and not being labelled a ' Freak' but he couldn't lead a normal life, could he?
Out of anger he picked up his berau and chucked it acrossed the room it landed on a wall and you could hear a mighty crash as it hit and it shatterd into pieaces the wood it hit the floor and his clothes they fell out of it he just stared at the wall for a minute as if he was studying it or looking for something he blinked and shook his head.
"I'll clean this up later." Angust said to himself as he walked out of the room shutting the door well actually slaming it shut and than he walked over to the couch he was resting on and sat down and than put his hands out palms up towards the sky and than put his face in his hands and just started to cry as hard as he could.