Chapter 3: Angel
She often wondered where she'd gotten her name. It was a funny name, and a lot of times she was made fun of for it. Boys would ask her if she was going to sprout wings at any moment. Angel hated it. She hated her name. She wished she had a more normal sounding name like Teresa or even Claire. Why did she have to be called Angel? She wasn't even the embodiment of an angel.
Angels were classified as perfect beings, and Angel was far from that. She'd made plenty of mistakes in her life that made her no more of an angel than any other human.
One day, she decided to ask her grandma about it. "Grandma, why did my mom name me Angel?"
Grandma smiled at her tenderly. "Well, sweetheart, your mother named you Angel because when you were born, she said you were the cutest thing ever and that you had the aura of an angel," she replied.
"But I'm not an angel," Angel protested. "I've messed up a lot."
"Yes, you have, but you have learned from your mistakes," Grandma told her. "Don't be ashamed of your name, Angel. One day, you'll learn to appreciate your heritage and why your mother gave you that name. You're a special girl, and those friends you talk about see it all the time. If they didn't, they wouldn't be friends with you at all. Be proud of who you are, Angel, and don't let anyone bring you down. Promise?"
"Okay, I promise, Grandma," Angel replied.
"Good," Grandma said. "Now, run along. I'm sure you have homework to do."
Angel went to her room and looked in the mirror. No, she wasn't a true angel with wings and perfection, but she was still a special person. After all, how many people were friends with four mutant turtles, a mutant rat, and a vigilante in a hockey mask? Only she was, and that made her really special to have special friends like that.
A/N: Hit the 336 mark with this one. That may not be the best way to end it, but I figured it would be fitting as I didn't want it to get too long. Feel free to leave a review, and have a shelltastic day.