Witch Sister Three and TMNT *EDITING*

3- Talk About Experiences (Kylee)

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What the hell...

That's all I can't say right now...

So apparently me and my sisters and I find ourselves in yet another predicament.

Let's rewind for my sake. It's Mo's birthday today. She was annoyed that she wasted half of it in school (not the only one-school is a waste of my time), so she made us all go down to the old subway tunnels because we hadn't been there in years...in fact we stopped going when Grandma died. Then we heard a noise. Like one of those creepy horror movie noises that should send you running. Of course, Mo wanted to investigate saying what could go wrong (you'd think she'd know by now that by saying that-YOU GET FREAKING JINXED), a giant croc in a lab coat attacked us, then his friends came to investigate...ends up that his pals are mutated turtles in masks and carrying weapons. We go home, my lil sis Kit Kat orbs to go get our family heirloom, she comes back, Mo and I tease her for liking the blue dude, Leoanrdo? Yeah, him. His brother, the red one, irks me for some reason and I barely know the guy.

It's now midnight. My parents and sisters are all asleep like sane people. But of course I'm too busy thinking to sleep. As the oldest sister in my family, it's my job to protect everyone. Mom and Dad are never around long enough to really notice what their teenage daughters are doing, I don't blame them of course, they've got to put bread on the table. So I'm left to think until I'm satisfied with my thought-then I can sleep peacefully. I swear if Mo or Kat wake me up later- I.will.kill.them. I'm betting it will be Mo after the episode this morning.

I've got Linkin Park booming into my ears through my head phones. Why is this? Because Linkin Park is my thinking music.

So giant weapon wielding turtles. Are they safe? Are they dangerous?...Will the blue one take advantage of Caitlyn? I dunno. I never know this stuff. Damn it. Why do I hafta be the thinker when I'm better at being the brute muscle of my sisters. It's my job to protect them...I'd wake up Becca but she's impossible to wake up once she's asleep. I should know, we used to share a room and a bed when we were little, before Morgan and Caitlyn were born and the house was smaller. Becca's better at thinking then I am. Always was.

I can't stand lying around still anymore. I've got to move, got to punch something and think here! I leap off my bed and go to my in room punching bag and start at it.

I trust these...guys...as far as I can throw them without magic. And Caitlyn having a possible crush on their leader makes me even more distrusting. Hey, it's my job to be over protective ain't it?

"Damn. Damn. Damn!" I say between punches

Of all the times I need someone to help me work through my own thick head, now's the time. I wish Grandma were here.

I stop punching and do some jumping jacks, then some pushups, then sit ups. Through all this I'm thinking as if I were trying to escape hell or a demon or something.

The red mask turtle's face comes to mind. I hate him. That grumpy brooding look and all. He reminds me too much of me! And I can hardly handle myself at times. Let alone my powers. But whatever.

"Hey." I hear a groggy voice say. I refuse to show that I jumped so I kept my body in control. I look over to my door and there's Kit Kat, almost seeming like she's sleep walking. "What are you doing in here?" She asks me.

"Go back to sleep Caitlyn. Or I'll pummel ya." I reply.

"Then stop with the noise. You woke me up from an awesome dream about-" Then she suddenly opened her eyes and covered her mouth. Now I know how'da get rid of her. I smile evilly and sauntered over to her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. Damn, why is she so cold?!