All Of Me

3

Mikey's POV
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I sat up and groaned, realizing I had fallen asleep on my picture.

I rubbed my eyes and looked back at the picture. I didn't even realize it had brought tears to my face. I wiped them away and smacked the notebook off the table. I don't deserve to draw anymore.

I opened my bedroom door, lost in my thoughts, and headed towards the kitchen. At least I could try to make breakfast for my family. But what if they don't like it either?

I frowned and fired up the stove, promising myself not to fail them in food.

I tore open my pancake batter mix and poured it onto the pan, waiting a few moments before flipping it. I repeated this process about twenty times before organizing the pancakes just so on the plates.

I was so absorbed in perfecting the breakfast that I didn't hear Leo come in.

"Hey Mikey," he said, making me jump twenty feet in the air. "Aah!" I yelled, dropping my own plate of pancakes. The plate shattered on the ground, spreading out into a million pieces.

Just like my heart.

"Whoa!" Leo said, bending down to help me pick up the pieces. "You okay there, Mikey? You seem a bit jumpy."

No. I feel like someone just took my heart, shoved it in a blender, turned it to high, then poured that in volcano.

"I'm fine, dude," I said flatly. "You just scared me, that's all."

Leo studied me for a second before throwing the pieces in the trash. I followed with the rest of the pieces, not that hungry anyway.

If I can't draw, why should I supply my energy?

"Yesterday, April said that you asked her a weird question," Lek said as he sat down at the table, clearly noticing that I had nothing to eat. "But she wouldn't say what it was. Could you tell me?"

I dropped my chin in my hands, yawning. "I just asked her about a word I saw before," I replied sleepily.

Leo nodded, still watching me. "Would you like some of my breakfast? You don't have any," he said, smiling lightly at me. I shook my head. "Not that hungry, dude," I answered.

We heard the sound of feet shuffling and looked up, seeing a tired Donnie and Raph sit down at the table.

I rubbed my eyes, eager to hear what my brothers thought about the breakfast.

After a while, Raph began to look at me suspiciously.

"Why are ya watching us like that?" He asked me. "And where's your breakfast?"

I frowned. "I wanna know what I you guys think of the pancakes," I explained. My brothers exchanged a look, one I couldn't read.

"....They're good Mikey," Donnie finally said. I nodded and said, "Do you think they could be better? Like, have any of you had better ones? Ones I could learn to make for us?"

"I think they're perfect," Leo shrugged, "best ones I ever had." Raph and Donnie nodded slowly, agreeing with him.

My brothers turned back to their food, and I turned back to my thoughts.

Probably lying to get you to stop asking questions.

Yeah, did you see the looks they had?

"-key. Mikey," someone said, snapping their fingers in front of my face. It was Leo who was snapping. Donnie and Raph were still sitting down and giving me funny looks.

"Y- yeah?" I asked, looking up at my oldest brother. Concern pooled his eyes as he motioned towards the empty spot in front of me.

"Would you like me to get you some pancakes?" He asked. I shook my head and stood up, heading to my room. " I'm not hungry," I replied.

A hand latched around my wrist, pulling me back towards the table. "What do ya mean you're not hungry?" Raph asked me, not letting go of my arm. "You're always hungry!"

I shrugged. "Guess I had a lot to eat last night. Anyway, see you dudes later," I waved, freeing my arm and heading into the safe darkness of my room.

I closed the door and sighed, flopping onto the bed.

"Why can't I do anything right?" I moaned, rolling onto my back and looking up at the ceiling. "Why can't I be like everybody else?"

An idea flashed through my mind. "Ooh! I'll go ask Sensei! He's perfect at everything, so maybe he'll tell how to be like him!"

I pushed myself off the bed, a new goal in my imperfect life set, and all ready to change myself.