It was Saturday. Two days since my father had become human "again". Two days since the two new girls had arrive: Abigal Adams and Jennyfier. Time for basketball!
"Mickey! Oh I swear, I'm gonna tare you apart if you don't leave my comic books alone! " Ralph yelled. "Ahhhhh!" Father sighed. This was not gonna be easy.
Two on two. 2 secs left till half courter . Zeke shot. We all watched, breathless, as the buzzer buzzed. The ball went in! The crowd cheered. Zeke walked up to the stands to see us. "Great job making the basketball go in the, um, basket?" Father asked. "The net." I rolled my eyes with playfulness. Two days and he still didn't understand. "I'll be right back," Zeke said after we all pated him on the back in the stands. April nodded and continued to watch Abigal and Jennyfier. Something was off about them two. "Man, this is alsome!" Mickey yelled. "But, Miwa I thought you said you play," Father whispered into my ear. "When someone gets ." Father nodded. I sighed. Hopefully, no one got the great idea to get badly hurt.
"Hey Zeke!" Scooterbill said as I walked by. "Hey!" "Nice game!" "Yea!" Scooterbill was one of my older pals. He was in the same grade{ and class for that matter} but I had known him a lot longer than April nor Miwa. I was walking towards the boy's restroom when suddenly something grabbed me and pulled me into the girl's! "Hello," Abigal Adams, no longer wearing her diguse. I gulped.
Zeke came back right as Jennyfier got to make a free throw. The boy's game was now over. "What took you so long?" Ralph asked. "Popcorn stand too long." I looked at April. Thankfully, she had the same confused exprisson on her face. Zeke was not known to give up on a basketball game nor{ eat popcorn in that matter}. We all rose and shouted as the buzzer buzzed yet again with Jennyfier making the same shot like Zeke. That's when it happened. My father started to shrink. Nearby watchers turned their attention onto him. His black hair got shaggyer and his face got younger. Way younger. Now he looked like a sixteen-year-old boy with rather long shaggy black hair, blue eyes, and clothes ten thousand times too big for him. Everyone around him and us stared or gaped. Splinter turned to them. "What?" Leo stood up. "Well folks, I hope you liked your little half courter magic trick." Yanking Splinter he wispered," Let's get out of here!" I nodded in agreement.
"What is going on?! Where am I?!" mini Father asked as we pulled him out of the gym. "Don't you remember us?" Donnie asked. Splinter forced Leo to stop, and then he turned and got a good look at us all. "Nope." April and I looked at each other nervously. Zeke, however, seemed pleased. He then got mad at something in the distance. "It's them!" he said to Leo and Ralph, pointing at Abigal and Jennyfier. "The more I stare at them, the more I see Heasea!" "Heasea?! But she's dead!" "Om, duh, she's a witch stupid! What am I supposed to do spell it out to you?!" "Zeke?" April asked. "You're really not acting like yourself."
Uncle. I couldn't believe it. That had to be the lamest lie I had ever heard. Yet, Splinter bought it. We decided, thanks to Zeke's help, not to tell him the truth. After all, this might be the past him. We could destroy history!
So here's the lie: Hamoto's parents sent him away to his uncle Benson to keep him safe from the Feeto clan. We all wanted to kill Mickey for suggesting that in front of him, so we couldn't change it.