Me: Hello again, everyone. Right now I'm doing my homework. UGGGHHH I hate MATH!
Donnie: Want me to help?
Me: Sure. **goes and sits over by Donnie**
Mikey: Do you wanna take a break and play video games with me?
Me: Really? Thanks, Mikey. **grabs some pizza and starts playing video games**
Leo: **comes over and sits next to Izzy on the couch and wraps his arm around her shoulder**
Me: **blushes slightly** Ummm, hey, Leo.
Leo: Hey. Want some pizza?
Me: **still blushing** Ummmmmmm...
Leo: **takes his arm away** What?
Me: **grabs his arm and puts it back around her shoulders and takes the pizza** Nothing.
Raph: Izzy, wanna practice sparring?
Me: **stands up** Okay, what's going on?
All turtles: What?
Me: Donnie, you never help me with homework, Mikey, you never let me win at videogames, Leo, ummmmmm. **blushes again** And Raph, you don't want me to practice with you because I'm apparently 'too weak'
Raph: **shrugs**
Mikey: Um, we heard that somebody told you to pick your favorite TMNT character...
Me: **Rolls eyes** I shoulda known. But... because you all were so nice to me I decided I would pick my favorite.
Leo: I bet it's me!
Mikey: No way, it's me.
Donnie: Are you kidding? I helped her with her homework!
Me: **smirks evilly** Well, my favorite is...
Raph: Well?
Me: SPLINTER!
Everyone except me: O_o
Me: Seriously!

Donnie POV
(the day after the next day)

(Mikey: NO!)

I sat in the main room watching Mikey play video games. I began wondering who the girl could be. The first time we saw her, she looked like a hobo, and I'm not kidding. Her clothes were all and snagged in some places, and her face and hair were all dirty.
The second time we saw her, she looked very clean and was wearing new clothes. Her mother would never let her look like a zombie, which she looked like the first time, so I assumed she was homeless. But then, she looked fresh and clean, with new clothes, which she couldn't have gotten unless... hmm.
Leo came into the room and sat down beside me on the couch.
"Leo, I've been thinking about the girl," I told him. He nodded.
"She did act quite suspicious," he replied.
"Guys, check this out," shouted Mikey, pointing towards the TV. I glanced at it, expecting to see a skateboarding tournament or something of Mikey's interest. Instead, a lady with blond highlights and too much makeup was blabbing about some break-in.
"Did we miss a robbery last night?" wondered Raph and he walked into the room.
The woman continued, and I tried to focus on her voice instead of the blue, striped backround that was making my eyes feel funny. Then, a video clip took the place of her face (A/N: It rhymes!).
It showed the empty setting of a store at night. Suddenly, there was some movement in the back room. Someone stepped into the room, after flicking on the lights. I gasped in unison with Leo. There, in the room, was the girl we had been chasing. What was she doing?
She was wearing a dark blue shirt, and black jeans. Her hands were protected by a pair of black fingerless gloves, and she had on some faded combat boots. From where the camera was, probably hidden in a surreptitious place, her ninja stars looked like silver hair flowers. Her dark-er blond hair was pulled into a tight braid, and she looked nice, even though her hazel-green eyes looked tired.
The girl glanced around after a little while, then grabbed some food and went out of the store after turning off the lights. I looked over at Leo when the screen returned to the loud lady.
"We're going out again tonight," he told me.

LINE BREAK

(Me: I'm changing the POV again XD
Mikey: Is it-
Me: NO.
Mikey: Aw, man!)

Andi POV

I sigh. I needed to go out again tonight for food. Jaz eats so much! Well, maybe I ate some of the food too... but definitely not as much as her!
I cautiously looked around before crossing the streets. Since the two attacks from those Purple Lizards, or whatever they call themselves, I've been more alert and aware of my surroundings at night. I also have been training a bit during the day.
As a result, I have been losing sleep. Which adds to the list of reasons I should try to be more alert.
I stop for a moment to rest in a doorway. I lean my head against the door and sigh. This is comfortable. I lay down on my side, trying to get even more comfy. After a few relaxing minutes, my eyelids start to feel heavy. I slump down on the doorstep, losing conciousness.

My vision is blurry from tears, why am I crying? I wipe my eyes and look around. I am in a pure white room, from the walls to the floor, ceiling and tables. There is one table on one side of the room, covered with vials of sorts. The table on the other side has two straps on it, as if someone were to be placed on top of it and strapped down. My breath caught in my throat as I saw what was in the center of the room: Two canisters, connected by a pipe. The canisters were each about seven feet tall, and opaque. The door opposite of me opened, and a man with black hair and eyes pushed a boy into the room. He had red hair and freckles. He spotted me, and looked extremely nervous.
The boy was shoved into the canister closest to me, and the door was sealed shut. I saw an outline of his fearful face as he peered through the slightly see-through glass. The man grabbed the cage and pushed it carelessly into the other canister. I could hear indignant hooting and feathers fluffing. An owl?
Another man, identical to the first, came through the door. He chose a vial filled with green liquid and slid it into a slot in the pipe that was connecting the canisters, and then pressed a button on the first canister. A whooshing noise could be heard for a few seconds, then it turned off. The man opened the door of the canister that the boy was in. I stood on tiptoe, trying to get a glimpse of the boy. What I saw, though, was not the boy I saw go into the canister. An owl, speckled with brown and white feathers, about as tall as me, stepped out of the canister. I clapped a hand to my mouth, and, horrified, pressed my back into the wall.
The first man shook his head, took out a tiny gun, and shot the owl with it. I gasped as the owl fell to the floor with a thump.

I groaned but kept my eyes closed. It was just a dream. I rolled over and rubbed my sore back. I blindly sat up.
Then, I remembered where I was. My eyes flew open. It was still nighttime. I breathed out a sigh of relief. The crisp night air helped me feel more awake. It was nearing the end of summer, so it was a bit colder than what I was used to. As of now, I have no idea what I will do when winter comes, and it becomes unbearably cold.
I stand up slowly, stretching, and hurry on my way.

TIME SKIP/LINE BREAK

I slip into the shop easily, snapping the lock has become easier than ever for me. I scan the room for security cameras, like I usually do, and snatch up some food.
Just as I began to stuff my goods into a plastic bag, I thought I heard voices outside. I pause, becoming completely silent, straining my ears. I hear nothing.
Shaking my head, I step out into the street. My head snaps up as I spot two shapes on one side of the alleyway, slowly advancing. I turn and sprint as fast as I can toward the opposite end of the alleyway. I'm almost at the end when a figure jumps out in front of me. I slam into a hard, muscled form and fall to the ground.
I look up, dazed, as four figures surround me. Close up, I can now see that they have a human shape, yet they have several characteristics that keep them from being completely normal. First off, they're all green, second, they have shells, third, they have three fingers instead of five. Mutant turtles? I wonder.
Still slightly out of it from that knock to the floor, I absent-mindedly poke the green arm nearest to me. The mutant attached to it jumps.
"Uhm..." he says nervously, rubbing his arm. They each had a colored mask over their eyes, and a weapon, too. Orange-mask had a pair of nunchucks. He seemed to be the shortest of the four. Pair-of-sais had a red mask, and several battle scars down his plastron. Blue-mask had a twin katanas, like mine. He seemed to be the oldest, but Purple-mask, the one that I poked, was definitely the tallest. He had a bo staff.
"Why were you in that shop?" asks Blue-Mask. The question clears my mind and I jump up and out comes my katana.
"Let me go home," I say.
"You don't have a home," retorts Red-Mask, smirking. I scowl.
"You must like me or something, if you have so much of an interest in me that you stalk me," I shoot back at him. The smirk drops from his face.
"I'd like to know why you were in that shop," persists Blue-Mask. I was really starting to not like him. I glare at him, not responding.
"We're not moving unless you tell us," says Purple-mask.
"Fine! I was stealing," I burst after a few moments, throwing the bag of food at Blue-Mask. He looks through it.
"Now just let me go home! My sister needs me," I lie.
"You don't have a sister," says Orange-mask. "You live in a cardboard box with a cat named Jaz."
I stare, dumbfounded. How do they know so much about me?
"Hobo," mutters Red-mask. Jay – her father was homeless. I snap. With all my force, I jump onto him, swiping my blade at his arm.
"Don't ever-" I'm cut off by him aiming a stab of sai at my stomach. I dodge, only to run into Blue-Mask. I try and shove him aside to escape, but he snatches my katana out of my hands. I quickly slip one of my shruikens out of my hair and elbow him in the side. I wrestle my katana out of his grip and begin to run, only to have my feet knocked out from underneath of me by a bo staff. My shruiken snaps through the air behind me, and I pick myself up to keep going. I stop in front of Red-Mask.
I duck under his arm and he turns around quickly, catching me with one of his sais. I hiss as a stinging sensation spreads from my hip to the bottom of my rib cage.
I look down to see blood seeping through my clothing. Trying to breathe with control, I look up to see the four mutant-turtles standing in front of my. I give my most menacing look, and collapse on the ground. Orange-mask rushes up next to me, and I begin to hypervenilate. I pull myself to my feet, in the process ripping my wound open even more. I stumble forward, only to fall again. Purple-mask catches me, his expression laced with concern.
"Raph, what did you do?"
"I dunno, she... I... kinda caught her with my sai..." Red-Mask replies, embarrassed. I push Purple-mask away and lift myself up once more I take a few more steps until I start feeling dizzy. My vision becomes blurred, and I feel a sort of swooshy sensation, as if I were falling backwards. I then felt myself being lifted up by strong arms. I subconciously struggle a little, and the arms hold me tighter.
I see black spots, and then my vision fades altogether.

Mikey: Hah, Leo, you got elbowed by a giiiirrlll.
Leo: Well-
Me: **Elbows Mikey**
Raph: Hah, Mikey got elbowed by a girrrllll.
Me: How is that different than being elbowed by a boy?
Raph: Well, girls are much weaker than guys...
Me: Oh, really?
Donnie: **looks nervous** Uhm, hey, Izzy, want to... ummm...
Me: Well, Raphie, we'll just have to see about that then, huh?
Raph: Psh, what do you have that you can use against me?
Me: Well, I'll just tell You-Know-Who about your little secret...
Raph: **turns red** Ummm
Me: **smirks** thought so! BTW, R&R!