Me: Hey guys wazup… I really don't have much to say this time, actually… soo…

Mikey: Well then, I'll just fill up this awkward silence.

Me: No you will not, I need to write this please! BTW, shoutout again to Caitlin! And Jessie too! And also, I think Napoleon Bonafrog from the new episode is AWESOME!

Napoleon: Y thank you. Anyways, why do I have to be on this- uhm, whatever you call it?

Mikey: And I'm not awesome.

ME: Ugh, never mind you two.

Andi POV:

My eyes open suddenly, early in the morning. I sit up straight in the bed and look around, my eyes slowly adjusting to the pitch black room. I pause, thinking for a moment, trying to remember what my subconscious is was telling me a few seconds ago. All I remember is that I needed to get out and walk around the city.

I quietly slip out of my cozy bed, shivering as the underground air swooshes past my bare arms. I rub them as I pull on a borrowed sweatshirt from a girl, April. I haven't met her yet, but Mikey assured that she was completely human. I bend over to tie my combat boots, my fingers, still half asleep, fumbling with the laces. I finish and pull on my fingerless gloves, and redo my braid, which has become tangled and loose because of my tossing and turning during the night. I stand up and stretch, and then tiptoe to the door. I open it as quietly as I can, trying not to wake anyone.

I slip out into the hallway and pause to listen for anyone coming. After a moment, I remember which way the main door was, near the couch and TV. I walk quietly over that way, and spot the door. Once outside of the house, the air is much colder. I look down one tunnel and give myself mental notes as I head over that way, trying to keep myself from getting lost. Finally, I spot a ladder going up. I sigh in relief and then begin to climb. My fingers burn against the freezing cold metal. There are only six rungs, but the space in between them is pretty large. When I reach the man hole covering at the top, I stop to think. What if this one is right in the middle of a road and I'm gonna get run over? I press my ear to the icy iron, and hear nothing.

I slowly push it up with my back, trying not to lose my grip on the ladder. It shifted only a little. I try again, this time harder. It raises up an inch or two. Frustrated, I shove upward with all my strength. It pops off and clatters to the side. I peer up out of the sewer, breathing in early morning air. I hesitantly climb out, and then look around. I find myself in an alley cluttered with boxes and trash, much like the one I lived in. I turn around and recognize a stretch of graffiti on one wall, depicting a firey lion.

"I'm not far from home," I tell myself happily. After walking through the alleys for a few moments, I find myself in my own alley. I hurry over to the box I lived in, and pick up my duffel bag of clothes. I see a few ebony black cat hairs on the clothes.

"Jaz…" I whisper. I'm going to kill you self, I tell myself. You forgot about Jaz! "Jaz! Where are you?"

I am greeted by an early dawn-ish silence.

"Jaz!" I scream. Jaz has been my best friend ever since I left my home. How could I have let her be alone for even a single night?

"Your cat is okay, don't worry," a soft voice assures me.

I spin around, almost falling backwards. When I regain my balance, I see a girl about my height, though much more skinny than me. She wore her soft, brown hair loose. She wore black leggings and a furry, light brown jacket, with a knit white beanie atop her head. Her golden-green eyes glimmer in the early light, and although I had never seen the girl before, her eyes seemed very familiar.

"Who are you? And how do you know I have a cat?" I ask, wary of the way her eyes darted around.

She smiles slightly as she answers, "I have my ways, and like I said before, your cat is safe."

Then, she turns and sprints away, more quickly than I have ever seen anyone run. Her legs move almost inhumanly fast. The last glimpse I see of her is the long brown hair of hers flying around the corner. I stand still, facing the direction she disappeared for a moment before shrugging and turning back to my old stuff.

I debate whether or not to continue searching for Jaz, but I surprised myself by deciding to trust the strange girl. Heaving my duffel bag over my shoulder, I find my way back to the manhole and climb down the ladder.

Suddenly, I feel a piercing in my left shoulder blade.

"Ow," I gasp as I drop my bag on the ground and attempt to rub my back. After a few moments, the feeling fades to a dull throb. Then, I feel the same pain in my right shoulder blade. This time, I successfully reach my hand to my back and place it over my shoulder blade. My fingers don't feel anything odd or out of place...

I sigh and start back toward the lair, the sharp pain in my shoulders now just emitting a sore feeling.

…...

When I finally get back to the lair, everyone is awake and in the kitchen, including a girl with reddish brown hair pulled into a low ponytail.

"Andi! Where were you?" Mikey exclaimed, running over to me, arms outstretched as if coming in for a hug.

"We thought you were still asleep." said Raph from the table, resting his chin on his folded arms.

"Were you up on the surface? Ugh, you are so much like Raph," glared Leo. I roll my eyes at that guy.

"Is that supposed to be an insult?" asked Raph threateningly. Leo opened his mouth to reply, but I cut them off.

"Guys, is that April?" I ask. The girl stands up and smiles widely.

"That's me!"

I give a little wave.

"I'm Andrea, but you can call me Andi. Please." I tell her, and she nods. "So anyways, I went to the surface, and guess what?"

I tell them about the mysterious disappearance of Jaz, and the strange girl. Mikey gazed at me excitedly.

"Why didn't you tell me that you have a cat?"

"Had; I have no idea where she is now, and if we do trust that girl, we should be sure that she's safe." I reply. Then, I drop my duffel bag on the counter as my shoulders start to feel strangely sore again.

"Girl, these are your clothes?" April asks and she picks through the bag. Two pairs of slightly muddy jeans are laid out on the counter, along with a torn, long-sleeved shirt and a faded blue tee.

"These are, too," I add, pointing to the clothes that I'm currently wearing.

"We are going shopping for some new clothes today. And you living here, with the turtles? When's the last time you've taken a shower?" she rants. I shrug.

She begins a lecture on how I was going to live in her apartment, get enrolled in her school, and get a new sense of fashion...

Me: Well, whoever thinks that was a decent chapter, review! Also, I'm adding a couple more shoutouts: to my sister who keeps coming over every five minutes to ask if I updated yet (no, I don't let her read it until I've posted, I'm a mean sister HAHA no -_-)

Mikey: You have a sister?

Me: Ya, but she doesn't have an account. Also, I don't know your username, but the person that read this story that is in Lithuania (whether you actually do live in Lithuania or not) thank you because I just discovered a new European country xD!

Donnie: You didn't know Lithuania existed?

Me: NOPE! R&R!