Winter { A TMNT Fan Fiction }

3. Night Run

"Stella, you will never believe who talked to me today!" I was so excited that Hunter had talked to me I forgot my sister was busy at work when I called her.

"Abs I'm sorry," her voice was hard to hear with all the talking in the back," I've got to go; it's rush hour."

"But-!" I was cut off by her voice coming through louder than before.

"I'll be home later tonight and you can tell me then, I promise, but I have to go." She sighed and I felt bad for messing with her.

"Okay," the excitement was slowly draining from my body," See you when you get home. Bye."

She replied with her own 'goodbye' and we hung up. It was times like these that I wish I had a friend to talk too. I know Stella means well, but she's just too busy for us to sit down and talk like we used to. There wasn't any time for a sister to sister chat anymore. I was starting to miss it.

I brushed my hair out of my face while I unraveled the red scarf from around my neck and hung it up on the clips hanging on the wall. Next I pulled my worn out black boots off my feet, but I left my jacket and gloves on. Our heating in the apartment kept shutting down so it was really cold in the room.

My bag was still slung over my shoulder as I walked into the kitchen and slung it in the chair next to me. I sat down with a huff and put my head down on my arms. I just wanted to sleep, but I knew I had to get my homework done. Stella would be so disappointed in me if I let my grades drop.

I worked hard through my Spanish and Literature homework until the sun went down and the moon began to rise. The growling of my stomach and the constant shivers racking through my body caused me to close my books. I was starving. It was only eight 'o' clock; Stella wouldn't be back until nine that night. Looks like I was eating alone, again.

The thick blue socks on my feet did little to nothing to help me fight off the cold sinking through the hard wood floors underneath me as I shuffled over to the small refrigerator in the corner next to the old rusty stove. My hand gripped the frostbitten handle and I pulled it open with ease. With a frown etched on my face, I scanned the almost empty shelves, only to find a bag of old carrots and a carton of expired milk. When was the last time we went grocery shopping?

I wasn't going to go to bed hungry, so I decided to go out. There was a pizza place about three blocks down that wouldn't take long to get too. Stella didn't like it when I'd go out like this; I knew she didn't but that didn't stop me from going anyway.

I didn't really like doing it either, but it felt like my stomach was eating my backbone by the time I got a ten dollar bill from the glass jar sitting in our cupboard. I dragged my socked feet on the ground, skidding over to the door once again and pulled the wool scarf off the hook and around my neck. My feet jammed into my almost too small boots as I shoved the dollar bill in my jacket pocket.

I left the apartment after I grabbed the key off the small stool in the hallway and put it gently in my pocket so I wouldn't loose it. Stella would kill me for sure if that happened.

Quietly, I walked down the silent hall of my apartment building to the stairs at the end of the passageway. The elevator was always broken so everyone in the building had to use the stairs. And guess who lived on the top floor? By the time I got to the bottom floor I was almost panting. Eight flights of stairs was pretty hard if you thought about it.

I didn't let it phase me though, and continued out the doors of the building after giving a weary glance at the sleeping man at the front desk. Hopefully the papers he was drooling on weren't very important.

The streets of New York were colder than they were this morning. Not many people were out because of that, I guess. But I passed a few burly looking men and women that paid no attention to me at all and for that, I was grateful.

Eventually I made it to the pizza place after slipping through a few more small crowds of people and walked up to the counter.

The man behind the marble counter was wrinkly and old but he spoke with a smile,"Hello there and welcome. What can I get you?"

I pulled out the ten and sat it on the counter,"Um... Can I have a small cheese pizza please?"

Soon I got my order, but he refused to take my money. I kept insisting but he shoved the box in my hand and almost as he was scared for me, he said,"Keep you're money, girl. You mustn't be out any longer. Get home before you get caught."

I was scared to question why he looked so fidgety, so I took the pizza with both hands and backed away from the man behind the counter,"Y-Yes Sir."

I barely heard his last words when I walked out of the door, but they sent shivers down my spine and questions in my mind:

"Good luck, little one."

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i don't like how the last part of this chapter played out buutttt here ya go lol.
SOMETHING HAPPENS SOOOOONNN
just sayin.
I want to double update today because I'm excited for thisss.
also it's a three day weekend so I'll update a lot hopefully ;-)
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