My Life Turned Red

Angry Turtle in a Trashcan

Lillie's POV:
I was sitting in my aunt's spare room, my parents were finishing packing up the house back home in MN. I'm reading the classic Adventures and Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes, easily one of my favorite books.
My aunt and two brothers had left to go to Magnus' elementary school and Will's middle school orientation. My high school orientation wasn't until tomorrow so I had the apartment to myself.
       I herd a crash outside the window, I nearly jumped out of my skin. Putting my book down, I went to the window. Opening it, seeing nothing but hearing some cursing and shuffling, I carefully climbed down the fire escape.
       The sound of the "city that never sleeps" hit me, though the "city that smells of feet and sewage", hit me harder as I landed in the dirty alleyway. I crept further, in towards the still streaming of curse words and banging.
       Turning a corner I was met by a dark figure which seemed to be stuck in a garbage bin. "Hello?" I asked, the thing froze.
       "Do you need help?" I ask, "Getting out of the trash can that is?" The thing didn't say anything, so I took a few steps forward. All of a sudden it started thrashing harder, trying to get out desperately.
       "Hold still." I say and take a hand, wait what? This wasn't a hand, it had three fingers and seemed more corse then a normal human hand. I grabbed my phone and turned on the flashlight.
       In the trash was a giant turtle with a red bandanna around its face, it's shell was wedge inside the bin which was preventing it from escaping. "Your a turtle!" I exclaim.
       "No shit." He said spiting from the side of his mouth. I started laughing, I literally doubled over laughing my head off. "Sorry, it's just you look pissed and your stuck in a trash can." I say and watch his face go from confusion to anger.
        "Ha, ha, you've gotten your laugh, now go on and leave." He says an accent slightly different then the ones I have been hearing. What was it called? Oh Brooklyn, that it.
       "So you don't need help?" I asked crossing my arms and shifting my weight to one side, skeptically. "No, I don't need help." He said still struggling.
       I snorted and grab one of his flailing arms. I tugged until he popped out. "There ya go." I say, but as soon as he was out he ran and disappeared.
"Rude!" I shout behind him.
       "Well Lillie, you just helped a giant, angry turtle out of a trash bin. You have officially lost your mind." I say to myself and turn back to the fire escape.
       "We know you've lost your mind and talking to your self isn't helping your mental state." I say aloud, "well talking to yourself about not talking to your self isn't proving anything."
       I went to the bathroom and splashed water on my face, then I reopened my book. Though I found it hard to concentrate considering I just saw a giant, rude turtle.
       When my brothers and aunt got back I kept my mouth shut about the turtle, he would probably not be too happy about me telling people about him. Also I doubt it would reflect positively on myself.