Heyheyhey! wassup peeplez? This was just a little plot bunny that i've had in my head for months, and just know decided to write! Any way, i have chapter two planned, should be up by next week. hopefully longer!

Leo P.O.V.

Leo P.O.V.

I wake up feeling surprisingly well rested, despite the fact that I could barely sleep at all last night. My ocean blue eyes open to face my ceiling, originally all white, but the center had been painted with a spiraling blue sky behind a turtle design. I've always liked the painting. Turtles are my brother and I's favorite animal, and seemed like a family thing, something we shared, as silly as it sounds.

My bedroom ceiling, as well as my younger brother's, which is an orange sunset with a sea turtle, were painted by our father in his free time. Our father is a Ninjutsu teacher and our Sensei, but he still always finds time to hang out with us, even as teenagers, and trust me, Mikey can get pretty dramatic, even on a good day. He has a pretty active imagination as well. But still, all in all, life is good. I don't think anything could make our lives better.

I take a deep breath, rolling out of bed to greet the new day. But not just any day- the first day of school! I know, I know, not very exciting to some people, but I, for one couldn't be more ready, having nearly slept in my clothes I was so excited. In the end I did, however, end up wearing normal pajamas.

I jump off my mattress, (Space Heroes, of course) and pull of my p.j shirt (also Space Heroes). I look around my spotless, Space Heroes themed room for my blue button up shirt before spotting it resting in a neat pile with my favorite pair of jeans. I grin and lift up the clothes, putting them on.

After getting dressed I walk down the hall to to bathroom, brushing my medium length straight black hair into an even part with my blue comb (we had to color code nearly everything in the bathroom because of what is known as the "lice incident"), and slipping on my new tennis shoes while brushing my teeth. I race to Mikey's room and wake him up, feeling slightly better about myself when I see that he, in fact, did sleep in his clothes, his green shorts and bright orange and green hoodie looking slightly big on his short body, even though it was the smallest the store had.

Mikey is, and always has been, the baby of our family. Even if he wasn't so small and a year younger than me, his pale, round face, dotted with freckles, that held those bright baby-blue orbs made him look like a child. A child that hates it when people assume he is younger that he is, unless of course, he can get something out of it.

I wait as he pulls on his rain boots (no, it is not raining, it's just Mikey), and we jump down the stairs together. Our house is somewhat old-fashioned, but we don't mind. It has a nice, homey feeling to it, and always smells like hot tea.

Our father, Hamato Yoshi, meets us at the bottom of the stairway, handing us our backpacks, lunches, and even a slice of pizza as breakfast, per usual.

"How are you this morning, my sons?" he asks gently as Mikey hugs him goodbye.

"Great Sensei. Can't wait for school. It's been too long." i laugh, hugging him as well.

He smiles before shoeing us out the door so he could meditate and watch some out onto the porch to walk to school. It's always easiest for us to walk because, well, we live almost right across the street from my, and now Mikey's, school, TMNT. Don't ask me what TMNT stands for, because I wouldn't know (i'm not sure anyone does, really). And DEFINITELY don't ask Mikey, because he will come up with the CRAZIEST names. On several occasions he has sworn it secretly stood for 'Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles'. Like I said, Mikey has a pretty active imagination.

We head across the street and walk up the grey marble steps to the highschool, briefly passing a very frightening looking man yelling at what are presumably his sons, one in a red muscle shirt, and the other hiding inside a large purple hoodie. Man, I sure wouldn't want to be those guys. They look new though, as i've never seen them around before. Maybe Mikey and I will have them for some of our classes. I am shaken out of my train of thought as the bell rings, and we both rush inside so not to be late. As we run in, I think I catch a glimpse of the two boys heading our way.

Edit (11/23/19): i edited and updated parts of all the chapters as i reread it, so its alot better now. shell, was i really that bad at writing?