Erin's Story

A/N: This is my first attempt at writing fanfiction so please be nice when you review. I thought of this idea from my own head so I decided to write it down.

Summary: Erin Finnigan lived a normal life with her sister until tragedy struck. Now, the two are alone until some friends come along to help out.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Turtles. They are owned by Mirage Studios Inc. I would love to own Leo, but I don't. He's my favorite Turtle ever. He rules. On with the story.

Chapter 1

Best Friends

It was a sunny day in New York City. The sky was blue, and everywhere you looked people were going somewhere. Four girls were walking home from dance practice, talking about the announcement that their teacher had made at school that day.

"So, what should we do for the variety show?" Erin Finnigan asked her three best friends.

"Why don't we do a scene from a famous play?" Kelly Lynch suggested.

"No way," Lindsay O'Malley said. "I don't like doing that stuff. We should do something unique."

"Why don't we do Irish dancing?" Sara Tanner suggested. "No one's seen us do that. Plus, everyone else will be reciting lines from a play."

"Not everybody," Erin contradicted. "Some people will be doing dance routines to famous singers, or being comedians. We need to offset those people, especially Jeanie Kramer and her friends."

"So, what do you suggest we do?" asked Kelly.

"I think we should do what Sara suggests," answered Erin. "No one at school has seen us do that, and it will give everyone a chance to see what we can do. They'll see that we are talented instead of a bunch of nobodies."

"And you want to beat Jeanie also," said Kelly, rolling her eyes. "I swear, I don't know why you let her get to you."

"Because she insulted our heritage," said Erin. Jeanie hated the Irish and said that they were evil. She often tried to get Erin and her friends in trouble by spreading lies about them.

"But, we just have Irish last names," pointed out Lindsay. "We aren't from Ireland."

"Our ancestors came from there," said Sara matter-of-factly.

"Exactly," added Erin. "I want to show her that the Irish are good people and that our culture is very much appreciated here."

"So, what dance do you want to do?" Kelly asked.

"You're all for this?" Lindsay asked.

"Yes, I am," Kelly said. "Are you?"

"Of course I am," Lindsay said cheerfully.

"Good," Kelly said. Then she turned to Erin.

"We'll figure out what dance to do when we get to my house," Erin replied. "Right now, we have to pick up Maureen from her school." Maureen was Erin's little sister.

"Why couldn't your mom pick her up?" Lindsay asked.

"She had a meeting with her book club today," Erin explained. "She asked me if I would pick her up, and I said I would."

"I thought you hated Maureen," Kelly said.

"I don't hate her," Erin contradicted, "I just dislike her. She can be such a pain in the butt sometimes."

"Well, I envy you," Lindsay said. "I wish I had a sister or a brother."

"You're joking!" exclaimed Kelly. "I wish I didn't have a big brother. He's always lecturing me about how to set a good example for the family."

"Well, my older sister's always getting in trouble," said Sara. "Yesterday she got three detentions."

"What for?" asked Erin.

"Passing a note in class, talking back to a teacher, and failing to do her homework," answered Sara. "My mom suspects that she's hanging out with a gang."

"That's not cool," said Lindsay. "I hope things get better for you, Sara."

"Me too," said Sara with a sigh.

"Oh, Erin, look!" said Kelly, pointing up the street. "David Ellis is coming this way!"

"Really?" gasped Erin. "How's my hair? Is it all messed up?"

"You might have a few bangs out of place," said Lindsay with a grin.

"Are you serious?" asked Erin frantically. "Please tell me you're just kidding!"

"I am," laughed Lindsay. "You look great, Erin."

David walked by the girls without saying a word. He smiled and waved at them before heading down the street with his little brother.

"Erin, he waved to you!" squealed Kelly.

"He waved at all of us, not just me," pointed out Erin. "He'll never notice me."

"Who won't?" asked a voice near her. Erin's little sister, Maureen, was standing beside her.

"David," replied Erin dreamily.

"Who's David?" asked Maureen. "Is he your boyfriend?"

"No," answered Erin. "He's just a friend of mine."

"But you just said that he'll never notice you," pointed out Maureen. "That means you have a boyfriend."

"No, I don't!" protested Erin. "I just have a crush on him."

"Does he know you like him?" Maureen asked.

"No, he doesn't," Erin replied. "And don't you dare say anything to him, Maureen!"

"I won't," Maureen promised. "I don't like boys anyway. I think they're icky."

"You'll change your mind about that when you reach my age," Erin said with a smile.

The girls walked down the street towards Erin's apartment complex. When they reached it, they hurried inside and up to the elevator. They rode it to the seventh floor and stopped at the second apartment on the right.

"Mom, we're home!" Erin called out. "My friends are here, too!"

Mrs. Finnigan was in the kitchen baking cookies. "Hello, girls," she said. "How was your day at school?"

"It was good, Mom," Erin replied. "Mrs. Addison talked about the school's variety show. We're going to decide what dance we're going to do for it."

"That's wonderful," said Mrs. Finnigan. "And how was your day, Maureen?"

"It was good," answered Maureen. "I got an A on the spelling test."

"That's good, sweetie," said Mrs. Finnigan, hugging her daughter. "I'm baking cookies for my meeting tomorrow."

"You have another meeting with the book club?" asked Erin.

"No, I'm just meeting with a few of my friends tomorrow," said Mrs. Finnigan. "I'll need all the help I can get."

"Can I help with the cookies, Mom?" asked Maureen.

"Sure," said Mrs. Finnigan. "I could use a little help."

Erin and her friends went to Erin and Maureen's room. They had shared a room since they were little. Erin often wished that she had a room of her own, but the apartment just wasn't big enough for that.

"So, what dance are we doing?" asked Lindsay, sitting on the floor. Sara sat beside her while Kelly sat on Erin's bed.

Erin sat in her butterfly chair. "We'll find out in a minute," she said, looking at her CD case.

Kelly was looking at one of Erin's yearbooks from sixth grade. "Hey, guys, look at this!" she exclaimed. "We did Irish dancing at the sixth grade talent show!" The others came over for a look.

"I completely forgot about that," Erin said. "Now we have to think of something else to do."

"We can still do the play," Lindsay said.

"I mean that we'll have to think of another dance to do," Erin explained.

"Let's dance to Play," Kelly suggested. "They have good music that we can dance to."

"Good idea," Erin said. "I have their new CD right here." She held it up. "I also have their other two CDs. Let's listen to this one to see what we like. Then, we can listen to the other two for ideas."

"Sounds good to me," Lindsay said. Sara and Kelly nodded in agreement.

Erin put the CD in her stereo and they listened to it. There seemed to be quite a few different songs that the girls liked.

"I say we do 'Girls Can Too' for our group number," Kelly said "That's got a good beat to dance to."

"Great idea," Sara said. "Are we doing any other routines in pairs?"

"I was thinking that Kelly and I could dance to 'Us Against The World'" Erin said. "I love that song."

"Sounds good to me," Kelly said.

"Sara and I could dance to 'Disco Hippie'" Lindsay said. "That song's fun."

"That's cool," Sara said. "We could even dress up like people did in the 70's for that song."

"Good," Erin said. "I say that we practice on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays in Central Park. It's quiet there and we'll have a lot of dance space to work with."

"That works," Kelly said. "What do you guys think?" she asked Sara and Lindsay.

"I think it's a great idea," Sara replied. "We won't have to worry about bumping into furniture."

"Yeah, I think it's cool," Lindsay added.

"Great," Erin said. "We'll start tomorrow." The others thought that was fine. They said good-bye to Erin and left to go home.

That night, Erin lay in bed and thought about tomorrow's practice. She had a feeling that they were going to get a lot done that day. What Erin didn't know was that tomorrow would change her life forever.

A/N: Well, that's it for this chapter. Please be nice when you review. In case you didn't know, Play is a pop group that I love. Please read and review!