April actually made it on time to school the next day. She was exhausted, but hey, she was on time! Stupid Raph and Mikey - they teased her all night long about her "talk" with Leo.

"Of course it was just a talk," Raph crooned. "A talk. A long, private talk."

"What did you guys talk about? I bet it was gooood," Mikey laughed and high-fived Raph. And that was a pretty good summation of her entire night.

April yawned at her desk. Right now she had to finish her homework. She pulled out her math textbook and dutifully began writing down problems, wishing she'd asked Donnie for help earlier. The classroom door flew open and hit the wall with a bang. April glanced up, only to see it was Karai with a sour look on her face as she made her way to her desk.

Crap, April cursed mentally. She's here today. April moved her binders out of Karai's spot, and Karai nodded, setting her own stuff down in its place. What if she feels bad about what she said? After all, she doesn't have any other friends. I'll keep being nice to her. She'll come around. Satisfied with her plan, April flashed a grin at Karai.

Karai frowned. Ugh, can't this girl take a hint?

"So," April said, and Karai mentally groaned. "Since you're new and all, I decided I'll give you tips on how to survive this torture called high school."

"This isn't torture," Karai said bitterly. "Sure, it sucks, but it isn't torture."

April looked surprised, and blinked a couple of times rapidly. "Uh, oh-kayy," she said, giving her a look that said she thought she was crazy. "Moving on. Welcome again to this... apparently non-torturous place. First thing you gotta know is Ms. Hoffman might be the worst teacher on the planet. She doesn't even teach, and instead she just snoops in everyone's business. I hate her."

Karai looked a little amused at that. "So, she'll be trying to learn about my tragic backstory then?"

April nodded solemnly. "You bet. I've managed to hold it off so far, though. Anyway, next tip: lunchroom food sucks! Except for, you know, the crinkle fries, tater tots, and anything not made in the kitchen." April shuddered. "Never get steak nuggets."

"Why not?" Karai asked, a little curious.

April turned green. "You don't even want to know. But next, don't rig your locker. Some kids-"

"Should I be writing this down? Or crocheting it onto a pillow?" Karai interrupted sarcastically, raising an eyebrow.

April narrowed her eyes. "Go crochet it. It'll last a lot longer, and I think you need all the help you can get." April replied just as sarcastically, and Karai scowled.

"What is your problem?" Karai asked.

"I don't have a problem," April retorted. "It's yours. You see, just because I can be nice to people doesn't mean I have a problem." Karai's glare deepened, and April smiled sweetly. "So I'm going to be nice to you."

Karai rolled her eyes. "That's your prerogative, I guess. Do whatever; I don't care."

April's smirk grew. "I know." Karai sank into her seat, knowing April had gotten the upper hand this time.

The rest of the morning passed fairly easily. April chattered to Karai all about the school, tips, and everything even remotely related. Karai acted bored the entire time, but she was actually interested.

Maybe this April girl isn't so bad after all, she thought grudgingly to herself, trying not to smile as April beamed at her, blue eyes wide.


I know it's short, but please R&R! I haven't gotten much feedback on this fic, either :(