!!CURRENTLY ON HOLD!!Bitter End - A Donatello and Reader love story.

Le ça, Le moi et Le surmoi.

On her way back home, our protagonist realized she never got the results of her genetic heritage.

She was now in quite the troublesome situation because, surely her mother would ask her about was she was told at school. If she had been told.

But she hadn't been told anything.

But not to worry, she thought of a perfect lie on the spot way before she got back home.

It's not that our protagonist was a liar. Far from it.

It's just that she thought there was no way in hell, or even heaven, she could tell her mother, or even her family for that matter, what had truly happened at school.

They would think her a child making up a fantasy story.

Then again, who would believe such story. The idea of human-like turtles? That's obviously impossible even with the present worldwide-known science.

It down-right sounds like a very bad joke.

That's exactly why our protagonist told her family instead :

(Y/n) PoV

"So, the reason they all made us go a Sunday, is so we wouldn't miss any class during the week and also because they wanted to do it in small groups of students who had a similar genetic heritage. You know, like, so we could 'meet each other' and ,like, become friends or something.

So yeah, their organisation would have taken a whole day and we would have missed some class.

But, yeah,it was very cool in the end."

"And what did they say about your heritage?"

"Well, they said that all us who were present were part latino mixed with some other origin. And like, when they presented the more precise percentages, I was one of the few with triple citizenship. Because they also had us some questions when sending back the DNA kit, like 'where do you come from / where were you born'."

'God, it's a terrible how hard I want to tell them what really happened.

Oh God wait. I swore I wouldn't.

Fuck.'

From a psychological point of view,  that was your most inner part of the brain, 'Le ça', who wanted to let go of all thoughts and just TELL what truly happened.

However, the social rules and constructs wouldn't let you because people would think you are a child. That was 'Le surmoi' stopping you.

But that didn't change the fact that you, 'Le moi', was conscious of this feeling of wanting to speak up.

Ultimately, you made a promise not to tell. So even if you chose to willingly ignore 'Le surmoi' you'd have to remain silent. To keep your word.

Later that evening, our protagonist was on her phone. Checking, once again, if any of her close friends, Darya; Mae or July, had sent her a message during their late evenings.

That's when she saw it.

The class group chat.

April's phone contact.

'Should I send her a message? Do I want to know if she's okay?'

-hey April, how's it going? Are you okay?- you hit the send button.

Five minutes later. Ten minutes later.

No response from the girl.

Our protagonist had completely forgotten about the girl when she suddenly remembered the message she sent.

'Shit, did something happen to her??

Oh my god, what if she got attacked again?

Fuck.

Oh my god.'

Then, the sound of a notification rung.

-(y/n), I'm okay. Thanks for worrying!-

She had finally texted you back.

-Geez, you kinda took some time to respond. I got scared you were attacked again and hurt.-

-Sorry, sorry  °^° I didn't mean to scare you. I was just busy.-

-Well I hope you're all good. And guess I'll see you tomorrow at school?-

-Yes! Don't worry I'll be there!-

-Okay.-

- See you there!-

And so, as it was now late in the night, our heroine went to bed, only to be swallowed by the drowsiness caused by today's event.

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