Forewarning you on this one, this isn't a multichapter story so much as a place for me to dump off my writing exercises that turn into cute snapshots of the turtle's childhoods. They won't be in chronological order (I don't think) and they won't be always stories so much as drabbles. Kinda like I said, they're writing exercises that I liked and decided to share. They're snippets!

TMNT, Leonardo, Raphael, Michelangelo, Donatello, Splinter, and the Foot © Mirage Studios
story © Turtlefreak121

Snippets
On the Same Page

2 Years Old

It was not entirely uncommon for the three to ban together, fed up with their brother's antics, and refuse to share with him during their playtime. I had discouraged the lot from this behavior on several occasions, assuring them that as brothers with only each other in the world that they should enjoy one another for what they were worth.

Even I, however, could understand why the three would leave Michelangelo to himself after he had decided, as a game, to place glue under all their pillows the night before.

His pranks had cost him his brothers' trust for the day and, of course, the ability to play with them as well. Still, no matter what angle I saw from, it hurt my heart to see one of my sons alone in the corner with his shell to us all.

I came to Michelangelo and sat by him, gently massaging his shoulders as he sniffed and looked down to his bare, toyless lap.

He suddenly moved his hand in a jerking fashion. "Nobody likes Mikey," he said somberly in the slow, drawn out way I read their bedtime stores to them. He then jerked his hand again in the same peculiar manner and once more 'read.' "Nobody likes Mikey."

"What are you reading, my child?" I asked sweetly as I pulled my young turtle into my lap. "Is this a new book?"

Sniffling, the child nodded.

"What is it called, my Michelangelo?" I pressed further.

"Nobody Likes Mikey," he declared and sniffed again.

"Oh, how sad," I countered before running my fingers over the invisible pages. "And what is this story about?"

"Mikey," he said. "He has no friends and nobody likes him."

"Ah, but what's this?" I say, playing along as I turned the 'page.' "On this page it says 'And then Mikey made many friends.'"

Turning abruptly, Michelangelo gave me a soured, angry look and then turned to the book in his lap before letting out a small utterance, 'shutting' the invisible book and then turning to me again with a pouting lip.

"Daddy!" he cried. "You on the wrong page!"

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A/N: Thanks to Jami and Maizie for the story behind this one!