ShiningWingsOfTheDragon: Hi everyone. This is a new story based on TMNT! For those who have been told about it, I hope you enjoy.

I do not own TMNT, but I do own my Ocs

Chapter 1

Another busy day in New York city. Another adventure. But can you choose the direction. Or is this adventure already written. No one can tell for sure. All you can do is embrace the journey. For it could be the one that changes the world or just your world. Its also your choice to take the journey. So will you. If you do. Then I welcome you. You are now reading my story. Of my journeys through four years of New York. There will be hardships, betrayal, adventure, maybe even love. Who can tell. As you read. You are sure to find out. I welcome you to my story. The City Of Dreams.

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Ten years I lived in California. Four years I lived in New Hampshire. Now I live in an apartment. In New York. New York city to be exact. The city where dreams come true. So said my mother. But for a dream to come true you need a dream. I have none. What is the point of having dreams if they all just wash away.

When I moved away from California, my heart broke. I grew up there. My friends are there. My home is there. It took almost a year for me to get over the move. We lived in New Hampshire now. Small town by the name of Weare. Yeah. Funny name. I know. I started to open up again. Make friends. I made it through my first year of high school till my parents told me we are moving again. Not as far as last time, but still leaving. The hurt was not as bad as the first. I only had three friends that I was really close to. No boyfriend. It was during the summer, near the end. We currently live in New York city. It looks like any other city, especially if you travel a lot like I do. The city can be easily navigated, if you take the time to learn it. When we first arrived I had two weeks till school. During the first week I took the time to learn the city, exploring you could see. I had like five maps in my pocket though. I eventually learned it though. Now I travel knowing almost every spot in the city. I even found the school on my first day.

When I learned of the move, you could say my already dull personality became duller. The first move I refused to talk to anyone. When I finally did, my once shiny personality disappeared. I didn't really trust anyone, but I still gave them chances to get trust. When I got friends I became happy again but not as much as I used to. When we moved once again I didn't go into depression, I just shut everyone out. Even my parents. I never spoke unless needed. I didn't let anyone in. I said good bye to my last friends and that was the last time my parents heard me speak. My parents try to get me to open up, but I ignore them. I promised to never get any ties to anyone, in a way of protecting myself from getting hurt more. Or anyone else. People I do become close to get hurt. Thats why we keep moving so no other people get hurt. My parents still want me to live a normal life, I find no point in trying anymore. From now on my life is a place of solitude. My parents for there own protection no longer matter, although I still love them.

My parents still hope that my life will be normal. It won't. Some times I listen in on their conversations. They speak of hoping someone special will come into my life and break my shell. I just laugh to myself. False hopes that will be unanswered. I will never let another person into my life in hopes of protecting others, and myself.

Now, with 12 hours till school starts. I sit in my room, waiting for what tomorrow brings. Thanks to my father's job, we are wealthy. Not super rich, but wealthy. He is a high up business man. He travels a lot, but we seem him every week, for about four days. My Mom works or used to. Not anymore, for personal reasons.

Based on my personality, you would think I am goth. I'm not. My favorite color is blue. Light blues. Always have. Actually. It used to be pink. My parents always put me in pink when I was younger. Now I despise it. Well not completely. I like it every now and then. I dress in regular clothes. Dark blue jean skinny jeans. Sometimes black leather. I wear Regular fitting t- shirts and a red and black zip up hooded sweatshirt. My shoes or either black or red high-top converse. I have one pair that are black go to my knees. I also wear a pair of fingerless gloves that are dark blue or... black. Yeah a lot of black. That is only because it matches every color. My shirts are all different colors. Mostly light colors. My back pack is red. My room I won't describe. It is is big though.

I glance at the clock. 5:58 am. A sigh escapes my lips. I climb out of my bed. Like a normal person on a regular day, I take a shower, brush my teeth, get dressed, and do my hair. The school has a uniform, so no worries on people judging you on your clothes. The uniform is a white dress shirt with a green jacket, and if a girl, a choice between gray skinny dress pants. I chose the skinnys. The shoes are your choice. Since my clack converse go so well with them, I wore the low high tops. The ones that don't go to my knees. I also put on my gloves. For the style. There is no rule against it, only wear the uniform is required. I decided to leave the jacket unbuttoned. Ties are required for boys. He-he, lucky for us girls. I took a towel and defogged the mirror. My now dry blonde hair lay before me, ready to be tamed from its messiness. At first glance, you would think it was blonde, but look closer and you can see that I am dirty blonde. Slight traces of light brown hair are barely visible. My amber eyes follow the brush as it de-tangles my hair.

I settles my hair into a large very lose braid with my bangs still out. My hair when let down goes to my shoulder blades. It is straight with a slight curl to it. Not really noticeable. With my backpack packed the night before with all the new books and binders, school supplies in general.

I walk into the kitchen to find my parents already there. I glance at the clock. 7:10 am. I calculate the walk time to the school. 30 minutes. My parents give me their usual morning greetings that are still full of love. Once again ignored. On the counter my toast is already made. Buttered and cinnamon on it. Beside it is 20 bucks. Enough for lunch the howl week. As I munch on my toast I listen to my parents as they talk about my Dads next trip to Vermont and them giving a lecture about school, not once did I look at them. I glance at the clock again. 7:20 am. I finished my toast and put the plate in the sink. Grabbing the money I place it in my wallet. I but my bag on and head for the door. Before I reach it my Dad stops me and puts a hand on my shoulder. I turn to look at him. His warm green eyes seem to stare into my soul. He smiles at me warmly like he always has, even before New York. "Maybe it will be like last time." I know he is speaking about New Hampshire. "Try to open up again and make some friends." Inwardly I wish he was right but know its not possible. "I will be gone till thursday this time. Try to make some friends by then." He gives me a hug I do not return. He lets me go and I rush out the door. Not to escape them but because I am running a little late.

My heart feels like it is going to break. I love my parents. I truly do and it breaks my heart to treat them this way. Secretly I believe they know I love them to but hide it. They know most of the reason I act like this, but they still try. Like what all parents should do.

The walk to my school is long, so take the subway. I then walk for about five more minutes before reaching the school.

The walk to sub way is quiet because of how early it is. I almost make to the subway when I begin to spot other students. I can tell because of the uniforms. Walking down into the subway I spot four boys wearing the school uniform. My attention leaves them when I pull out m school card. Students get cards from the school that are like free passes through the subway. They only work when you use them during the times of 6- 8 am and 3- 4 p.m. I quickly pass through and make my way towards the stations. Not surprising is that there are at least twenty other students down here. Among them the four boys. They stand to the side. Each one with a different exterior. What looks to be the youngest of the group has really light brown hair. His eyes are the same warm green as my fathers. He has some freckles but not many. He kinda has that goofy look. His jacket is unbuttoned and his shirt unbuttoned slightly showing his chest a little. His tie is orange and is just pulled-over his neck. Not even tied.

The next one is more serious. He is tall but not the tallest. His eyes are dark brown. He looks like he is the tough one and looking for trouble. Defiantly has gotten into plenty of fights. His tie it red and is like the others, not tied. His jacket is slung over his shoulder and sleeves rolled up. His shirt is untied but showing more chest then orange. His hair is red.

The next one is definitely the smart one. His uniform has been neatly placed. His tie is purple. And looks like there is and honors badge as well. Intelligence sticks to him like glue. He has really dark brown hair that can be called black at first sight.

The clearly oldest one wears a blue tie. His uniform is also on properly but not as neat as the last. He looks like the responsible or leader of the group. His hair is blonde. The strange thing about the group is that they all look nicely built. Muscles are visible under the uniforms, especially the blue and red.

I look away after taking in their details. A moment later the train pulls in. I sat in the same car as the four boys, I think I will call them the colors till I learn names. I stood in the middle holding a bar. The colors stood in a corner with the orange and red sitting. I just ignored them, but I could still hear them.

Out of the corner of my eye I spotted the red look at me. He looked me up and down before talking to his brothers. "Looks like we have a newbie this year." His voice has a thick New York accent. His brothers looked at him in surprise. He nodded towards me. I felt four pairs of eyes bare into my back.

Fifteen minutes later we reached our stop. I once again I hurried out of the subway and into the street. I could tell that the colors where close behind me. I can feel their stares as well. Whispering was going on between them. I have a clue on what. The streets are now crowded, meaning people are finally awake. I glance at my phone, 7:55 am. Class starts at 8:15. a quick glance behind me and I see the colors about ten feet back. I walk faster to see if I can loose them. 7:58. I look back and see that I have lost them. I sigh in relief and slow down. Little did I know at the tim that they had actually passed. Me.

I arrive at the school only to find that the colors are at the gates, waiting for little old me. I grumble as I make way towards the gates. The colors spot me and grin. Especially orange. His grin can put the Jokers to shame. I attempt to walk through the gates but orange blokes me. He is a few inches taller, maybe 5 foot 6. I am 5 foot 5. The others come up beside him. Red looks to be 5 foot 7, purple 5 foot 5, and blue 5 foot 7. Red and orange are both grinning like idiots while purple and blue look curious.

"Hey newbie." The orange leans forward a bit.

My face stays blank. I push past them and head towards the doors. The colors easily keep pace with me. "Saw you where in a hurry today. Any reason?" It was read. He was having a hard time holding in his laughter.

"Nock it off Raph!" It was blue who did this while hitting 'Raph' on the head. We reach the doors and I hurry in. The colors still keeping pace. I see a table that has our schedules are on tables and you have to find it. I quickly find mine, thank god they are alphabetical. I rush off hoping the colors would not follow or notice. Unfortunately they did. Once again they easily kept pace. This was getting on my nerves. Is this what it feels like to be stalked? I look at the paper to see what my locker number is and head in that direction. Before the colors can look at my paper I stuff it in my pocket.

"Locker 921," I think to my self. We reach the 900s.

"What is your name," Purple asks?

\ Of course I don't answer. "I'm Mikey," Orange says in excitement! "This is Donny," He points at purple, "Thats Raph," He points at Raph. "And that is Leo," he points at blue. I look back as he introduces them. When he is done I face forward again. I heard Raph growl something about me introducing myself. Only gaining another whack from Leo.

He has a point though, they just, or Mikey, just introduced them. It would be the right thing for me to do. "I'm Sarah." I was quiet about it, almost a whisper. I look back to see them all smiling.

"Its nice to meet you Sarah," Donny says.

I reach my locker and start to load my things in. The lockers are a pale blue. Defiantly need new paint jobs. Each about a foot wide and body length. I load my stuff inside accept a note book and some pencils. I put a lock on the door. And for the first time that day I turned around and face the colors.

"So where are you from Sarah," Mikey asks?

"New Hampshire, and California."

All of them have the dumbest faces on at that moment.

I sigh. "Originally I am from California." I quickly realize what is happening and rush away. I know that this time they are not following me. "That was close. Don't be that stupid again. You can't risk it." Knowing the risks, I make a mental note to never speak to the colors again.

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