A New Hero (TMNT X Reader)

A Familiar Feeling and a New Friend

   Staring at the photo I'd taken last night I couldn't focus on school. I hadn't slept at all and now I had a million questions that needed answering.

   There were mutants in New York. Mutants who were trained in the art of nijitzu like me. Mutants with names.

   Leo. Raph. Donnie. Mikey.

   But who named them? Who trained them?Where did they come from? What made them? And why did they wear the Homato clan symbol? Were they weapons? Government experiments? Did they have anything to do with the rumors of aliens on the streets? Or were they connected to all the scientists that were mysteriously disappearing?

   My underground contacts were looking into what they could for me. But it'd take awhile until they could deliever any information, if there was any to give. So far my picture and the ninja star that had been found was all anyone really knew about those mutants and the rumor of aliens. Or it was all people were willing to tell.

  As the bell rang it echoed in my head but I didn't care about school. My thoughts were jumbled and my senses dull from all the questions and worries I had. Slowly closing my locker and walking to my next class I stuffed my phone in my pocket, trying to ignore the picture. My mind was still reeling from the experience. I didn't even know which turtle was which.

   I'd never felt more lost or confused in my life and I was heading to Trig.

  Stepping through the door and looking at the board my blood runs cold. The Friday homework was due. Cursing it hits me that on my quest to find the ninjas I hadn't actually finsihed my homework, only started it and the teacher wouldn't let me turn it in after class.

  "... I'm majorally screwed." One more missing assignment could take me from a B to a C or D. The teacher or principal might call my mom or worse I might get forced to take a tutor and with everything going on I did not have time for another commitment. I was busy keeping the streets safe at night why did a letter grade matter so much?

   Sitting down in a random spot I shift trying to find a comfortable position in the chair. I try not to panic as I take my homework out. Wishing today would just end, I pause as someone slides into the seat next to me. As the teacher begins writing down things on the board I watched the clock tik away on the wall. Tapping my foot nervously staring at my math problems I watch as they become a different language. Numbers and symbols blurring on the page.

  Hearing a small thud I snap out of it. The redhead had taken out her homework. I stare at my mostly empty worksheet and her neatly finsihed one before glancing at her face. Blinking I tilt my head confused. Did... did I know her? Glancing back at my paper I look away.

   Don't be that person. Don't be that person. Don't be that person...

  Sometimes being a ninja meant swallowing your pride. "... Hey I had an emergency this weekend but the teacher doesn't exactly want to hear any of my excuses. Could I maybe..." Looking away ashamed the girl glanced me over. I wasn't exactly a talker at school or very popular. Honestly I mainly kept to myself and I had no idea if she was the kind of person to help someone out but she seemed like she would. I could swear I knew her from somewhere as she seemed familiar but I don't think I'd ever talked to her.

   She looked unamused as she glanced at her finsihed sheet but sighing her eyes meet mine curious. Her blue eyes study my (e/c) ones before she slides her paper over.

   "It happens to everyone." She hums softly smiling sympathtically. Bowing my head in thanks I quickly write everything down that she has on her paper making sure to make some mistakes so the teacher wouldn't know what I'd done.