Me: Hello again guys! This time, we have another message-ish thing from a guest reviewer named Lydia (forgive me if I messed up the name, I'm too lazy to check :) )!

Raph: It's for me, right? Cause I'm so awesome.

Me: **smirks** It's about you, but you're not allowed to hear it.

Raph: What?

Leo, Donnie, Mikey: Can we hear it?

Me: Uh huh. **leans toward Leo first and whispers something in his ear**

Leo: Really? Seriously? Why can't I have people say that to me?

Donnie: What? What?

Me: **whispers into Donnie's ear**

Donnie: Ha, ha Raph.

Raph: **growls in frustration** What?

Mikey: I wanna hear!

Me: Ok. **whispers into Mikey's ear**

Mikey: Ha, ha, Raphie's CUTE!

Me: SHHHHH!

Raph: **Turns slightly pink**

Me: Awww, Raphie's bluuuushinggggg!

Raph: **scowls** Am not! **storms off to his room**

Me: Oh, well. Let's get onto the story!

Leo: Is it my POV again?

Mikey: No, I think it's mine.

Me: It's ANDI'S! Seriously, guys.

Donnie: Who's she?

Me: If you let me start the story, maybe you'll find out.

Donnie: Fine.

Andi's POV (Duh)

I sigh and step out of the hot shower. I wrap a soft towel around myself, which the last apartment renter had left behind, along with a hair dryer. I take a deep breath of humid air. I don't know how long I'd been taking a shower, but I had apparently steamed up the room in the process.

Jaz meowed at me to hurry up, she was hungry. She smelled like cherries. Yum. I'm glad I picked the scented soap. It smelled really nice.

I had washed Jaz first, because she was the one with an open cut. It was small, but it was still possible for it to get infected. Now, her black fur shone in the dim light.

I wiped off the mirror after I finished getting dressed. My face, now free of dirt and grime, felt really light. My skin tone was much lighter, probably because of all the dust and gross stuff that came off. I wasn't exactly pale, but I wasn't tan either.

I plugged the hair dryer into the wall and flipped the red switch. The dryer made my hair fan out to the side, and I winced as it smacked into my cheek. I'd never used one of these before.

I tried a new technique. I bent over until I was looking between my legs and my hair was underneath me. ( A/N: I hope you can picture this, it's kinda hard to describe...)

This way, my hair dried easily, in only a few minutes. I stood back up straight and unplugged the dryer. My hair was kinda straight, now that I had heat-dried it, and it smelled like yummy vanilla. I ran my fingers through it, reminding myself to grab a brush the next time I broke into a store. I slipped on my new fingerless gloves, and swept my hair up into tight braid.

I slipped the shiny shruikens into their usual place in my braid, and wrapped the katana belt around my waist. I found some metal-polisher in the cupboard under the sink, and had polished both the shruikens and the katana. They were now sparkling clean and shiny.

I tied on my old combat boots, which I wiped most of the dirt off of with the slightly damp towel. I felt like a new person. I grabbed my new designer duffel bag, and scooped cherry-scented Jaz into it. Within minutes, I was outside and back to our little cardboard home.

**LINE BREAK** (a few days later)

I hummed a song as I pulled myself over the side of the roof. I was out to steal some food. Before I left, I had given Jaz the last of our food. I was starving, and needed to eat soon. I'd skipped lunch and breakfast today, so I felt weak and shaky.

I peered over the side of the building that I was on. I didn't normally like traveling over the rooftops, but it was a good way of avoiding street gangs or bystanders.

I backed up a few steps, and took a running leap. I made it over, but just barely. I took a deep breath and continued over several rooftops, until I arrived at the general store. This one wasn't a main store, but I chose it because I didn't think that they would have much security or alarms.

I climbed down the old, rusty fire escape, and hopped off. Then, I snapped the lock with my katana, and stepped inside.

This small store didn't have any security cameras that I could see, so I was all good. I walked over to the refrigerated drink selection, and picked a few bottles of water, and some Mountain Dew. This was good for keeping me energized and awake during my night trips. I went to the dry goods section, and picked a loaf of healthy, whole-grain bread. I normally don't like being healthy, but I needed protein to stay alive.

I chose some cheddar cheese, salami, and ham from the deli. I also took some broccoli – blech, but it's a veggie – and some apples and carrots. No, I am not a rabbit.

I managed to squeeze all of the food into two plastic grocery bags, and I quietly slipped out of the door. Suddenly, I froze.

"Mikey, quit fooling around and get over here," a voice said. I recognized the voices from the guys who chased me a few days ago. My heart rate sped up, and I began looking for places where I could escape quickly if I had to.

"I'm not fooling around," said another voice. I could just go back into the store and hide, but then if they came looking for me, it would be a dead end with nowhere to run.

"Just come here," said a third voice. "I think I heard a noise back here." I could use the element of surprise, I would just have to run past as fast as I could. If it came down to it, I could even use my katana or shruikens.

"Fine," said the one I assumed to be named Mikey. I heard their footsteps come closer, and closer. I backed into the corner and tried to shield myself from their vision with a trash can.

"Did you hear something inside the store?" asked one.

"I dunno, I think it's locked, though," said the first.

"Look, it's unlocked," said someone.

"No, someone broke off the lock. See?"

Now was my chance. I stood up and ran as quickly and quietly as I could out into the street. I sprinted faster and faster, twisting and turning through the alleys of New York that I had grown to know so well over the past month or so. I didn't even know if they had seen me of if I was being followed. I just ran until I couldn't run anymore, and then I found a small spot in the doorway on the side of a building. I sat there and tried to catch my breath. In, out, in out, in, out.

I lifted up one of the grocery bags I brought, and pulled a bottle of water out of it. I took a few sips, and saved the rest for later. Now, I just needed to go home and take a good night's rest.

Lucky for me, home was just around a few corners.

"Jaz, I'm home," I called softly as I arrived at the alleyway. I walked over to the cardboard box and peered inside.

"Jaz?" I call again, a bit louder this time. I hear slight movement behind me, and suddenly, someone had a firm grip on my arms. I open my mouth to scream, but a dirty hand claps over it before I take a breath. I cough. My assaliant wraps a length of rope around my hands, and now they are no longer in use. Someone stuffs some dirty cloth into my mouth. I try to spit it out, but it's too big. They drag me, kicking and screaming through my gag, a few alleys away. Then, they throw me onto the ground.

I raise my eyes to the person, and I see I large man with matted black hair and messy stubble. He grins down at me, revealing several missing teeth.

"Well, well, well," he says. "Look what I caught."

Donnie POV

(Donnie: Yay!

Me: **rolls eyes**)

"Guys, come here," Leo says, motioning us over to the side of one rooftop. We look down into the alleyway below us. A figure is tied up on the ground, and a Purple Dragon is standing over her. Mikey starts to hop over the top, the eager turtle he is, but Raph grabs him from behind and tells him to wait.

The figure somehow freed her hands, and is now challenging the Purple Dragon, who is blocking the way out of the alley.

"Get out of the way," the figure says. I gasp, recognizing her voice. It's the girl from a few days ago! I glance over at Leo frantically, and he nods grimly, recognizing her, too.

"I don't think so," says the man. I see the girl tense up, and her hand starts drifting slowly toward her waist. In a flash of silver, she is brandishing a katana. The Purple Dragon laughs.

"Girly, I don't think you know how to use that correctly," chuckles the man harshly.

"Try me," she replied. He folded his arms and didn't move. She slowly advanced, and then when he reached out to grab the weapon out of her hand, she ducked and slipped behind him. She kicked him hard, square in the back. The man cursed and stumbled forward. He whipped around, his lip curling.

He walked forward, and was met with a swipe from the katana. He grunted in pain and clutched his bleeding forearm. He growled at her, and quickly grabbed the katana right out of her hand. Weaponless, she backed up slowly.

The girl rubbed her nose with the back of her hand, maybe a nervous habit. With her other hand, she reached for her hair, where two silver flowers were stuck in her braid. She slipped one into her hand.

Huh? I thought. She's going to use a hair flower as a weapon?

In one smooth motion, she dodged the Purple Dragon's attack and threw the flower. Not flower, I realized, ninja star. It hit the man right in the shoulder. He yelled in pain, and then was roundhouse-kicked into the side of the building. He fell to the ground unconscious.

"Whew," said the girl, wiping her forehead with the back of her hand. She walked over to the man and took the katana from him. She wiped the blood off on the man's shirt. She pulled the shruiken from his shoulder and did the same with the blood on it.

"Yuck," she grimaced. She then fit the shruiken back into her braid.

"She is so cool," said Mikey, out loud. "Uh, oh..."

The girl looked up for the source of the voice. She spotted us at the top of the roof.

"Not you creepy green ninjas again!" she shouted in frustration. She turned and sprinted down the street. We didn't bother to follow her.

"How did she get the shruiken? And the katana?" Leo wondered, fingering his own twin weapons that were strapped to his back. I shrug and lead the way back to the lair.

Mikey: I am not eager?

Donnie: Yes, you are.

Me: **facepalm**

Leo: Did you get the pizza yet, Izzy?

Me: **pretends to faint backwards onto the couch, into Donnie's lap**

Donnie: **pats my head**

Leo: Oh, no! Now we can't get pizza!

Me: R&R!

Leo: Hey, she didn't really faint!

Me: **eyes still closed** No you dummy, I'm talking in my sleep.

Leo: Oh.