OK first chapter. AJust so you know Mona Lisa is human in my story, For a while anyway. I heard there was another TMNT live action movie coming out in 2013 (thats right, another one!) and it inspired me to write this. I you guys like it plz review! Oh yeah, I don't own the ninja turtles or this song. Mr. laird, Mr. Eastman, mirage studios and the kind men of Good Charlotte lent them to me (without their knowledge)
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8 am.
The alarm went off, as it had been doing every hour since 6am. She pulled her hand out from under the covers and fumbled to find the snooze button. Instead of hitting snooze, she ended up knocking the clock of the bedside table. There was a loud crash and the young girl sat up straight, now fully awake. Since her clock was now broken she grabbed her cell phone off the bedside table and checked the time. "crap" she said practically throwing herself out of bed.
It's a new day, but it all feels old
She rummaged through a pile of clothes at the end of her bed.
It's a good life, that's what I'm told
She pulled out a pair of black skinny jeans and smelt them. Deeming them clean and worthy enough to be worn she ran into the bathroom.
But everything, it all just feels the same
She brushed her teeth and splashed her face with water. She pulled don her jeans but since she didn't have enough time to find a shirt she left on the white singlet she slept in.
At my high school, it felt more to me
She grabbed her physics books off the desk and shoved them into her bag.
like a jail cell, a penitentiary
Grabbing the brush, she ran it quickly through her hair and slipped on her pink headband. She looked in the mirror and flicked her long brown hair over her shoulder.
My time spent there it only made me see
The girl threw on her favourite leather bomber jacket with dark pink lining.
That I don't ever wanna be like you
She grabbed a pair of biker gloves and pulled them on.
I don't wanna do the things you do
Pulling on her converse while standing up proved more difficult than it seemed. She was jumping around the room trying to pulling her left shoe when the phone started ringing.
I'm never gonna hear the words you say
She just started pulling on the right shoe when the call went to voicemail. "Hey hey you've reached Mona. Do your thing when you hear the beep." "Mona its coach Ryan just calling to remind you that we have practice this afternoon. Don't be late…again" the machine clicked.
"Crap" she moaned as she ran to get her gym bag. I don't ever wanna I don't ever wanna be you.
She ran out of the apartment building and jumped on her skateboard, inside cursing the school for forbidding her to ride her motorbike to school.
don't wanna be just like you
She rode down the street going as fast as she could. School was 10 blocks away and she had barely made 3.
What I'm saying is this is the anthem throw all your hands up
Swerving through the crowd, dodging angry new Yorkers while carrying 2 bags of outrageously heavy crap was difficult. There were 4 blocks left and the girl was already out of breath.
you. don't wanna be just like you
There were 2 blocks left.
what I'm saying is this is the anthem throw all your hands up
Finally she had reached the school.
Y'all gotta feel me, sing if you're with me
She jumped off the skate board and pushed through the school doors.
you. Don't wanna be just like you
She ran through the empty halls trying to find her classroom.
what I'm saying is this is the anthem throw all your hands up
She ran down the hall until her classroom was in sight.
Y'all gotta feel me, sing if you're with me
She sped up. She was late and being the fastest kid in school wouldn't help now.
Another loser anthem
She was almost to the door. Would this hallway never end?
Another loser anthem
She reached the door and barged into the classroom.
Another loser anthem
Both the students and her teacher looked up from their work. The teacher stood up and took off her reading glasses. " Miss Gherardini must you always enter my room in such an….enthusiastic manner?"Ms. Jackson asked sternly. "sorry Miss" Mona mumbled as she slid behind her desk. Ms. Jackson walked closer to Mona, zoning in on her. "Mona Lisa do you know why it is that the best student in the school has the worst permanent record?" "Because teachers don't like students that have independent thoughts?" She shrugged. "Oh really? Well if you're such an independent thinker maybe you could use some time to think in detention." Mona was shocked. "Miss please I have gymnastics practice this afternoon. I can't be late." "Detention." She repeated as she went back to her desk. Mona groaned and slumped onto the table.
It was going to be a long day.
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So what do you think? It's probably not that great but it will get better I promise. By the way, I didn't make up Mona's last name, it's the actual last name of the woman in the MonaLisa painting by Leonardo DaVinci. The turtles make a non-official appearance in the next chapter. Review my people, you have the power!
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