This is going to be rated a HIGH Teen. Bordering on the edge of M.

Disclaimer!GliTched! is mine but all charzacters you know are Mirage's.

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!GliTched!

Chapter One:

Harry Potter or Ninja Turtles?

...You know that feeling you get when you know something’s wrong but you can’t pinpoint it? That’s how I’m feeling right about now. I except, I know what’s going on. You’d think I would have figured out that something was wrong the instant I saw that Ninja Turtle vs. Harry Potter ad. For one, Harry Potter and Ninja Turtles don’t even mix! If I had known that it was glitched and clicking on that thing would have caused all this to happen, I would have logged out right then.

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Computer class at school. So fun! Yeah right. The teacher is in denial if he thinks that. Anyway, my computer is in the very back of the classroom in the corner and the teacher very rarely comes back this far. That’s why I was currently surfing the net. That, and I had finished the project that was due at the end of class. Another reason why the teacher doesn’t go hawk eye on me. I get my work in on time.

I was searching up stuff that deals with ninja turtles. You know that really old story about the four turtles and rat who where mutated by a glowing goo? That one.

I was looking at the personal websites that had been dedicated to my boy’s in green when I spotted an ad. Ads are normal but seeing one that asked you a question like “Harry potter or Ninja turtles?” it kind of catches your attention. Being the curious person I am, I clicked it.

A pop-up screen came up asking me a question I couldn’t help but blink at.

“If you had a choice, which world would you want to stay in: Harry Potter or Ninja Turtles?”

I thought about it for a second before clicking on Harry Potter. The screen changed and came up with a typing box. I typed in why I’d rather go to Harry Potter world then Ninja Turtles just like it asked me to.

“Harry Potter is more practical and less dangerous then Ninja Turtles. It’s also more interesting.”

I submitted it and was about to turn it off when another screen came up. “Congratulations!” flashed rapidly from red to yellow. “You’re the first to come up with a decent answer! As the dimension and timekeeper, I’ll grant your wish!”

I stared, blank faced, at the computer screen that had gone blank. “What in the heck was that?” I asked myself.

I swear I jumped five inches off my seat when the fire alarm went off. My head swiveled around to the front of the classroom where my teacher was ushering the students out of the room. Smoke filled the halls and seeped through the air vents in the ceiling. The realization that it wasn’t a drill hit the students and they broke out into a run.

I jumped up and started to run for the exit.

Suddenly, all sound stopped.

I grunted and tried to lift my foot but it felt like lead. With much effort and a lot of pain and twinging of muscles, I managed to crank my head around to look at my computer screen. Why I did I’m not sure but I did.

My eyes few open. The screen wasn’t there! Neither was the wall for that matter! Where my station had once been, now there was a gaping hole.

A black hole that started to pull me in!

I grunted even though I had been going for a scream.

You remember those type of action movies when something’s pulling the hero back and their feet are sliding across the floor? That’s how I looked except my whole body was bending backwards and my feet where refusing to follow. I felt like I was doing yoga without being flexible. My feet didn’t come off the ground but I was doing a full body arch while sliding. Let me tell you, I’ll never go into yoga.

Finally, my head went into the void hole thing. My feet still weren’t following. The whole freakishness of it had worn off by the time my hands could touch the floor because I was bending so far back. Now it was just painful. Painful and pissing me off.

The wind from the hole played tug-of-war with my body for a while. I could feel the heat from the fire licking my legs. Oh, I didn’t mention that time, sounds, and the fire had started moving again did I? Well now I did and it felt like the fire had found it’s way into the computer room.

By this time, I was feeling pretty pessimistic. I only had three options. Either I was going to be pulled into the black hole, ripped apart, or have half my body burned beyond use. Numero uno was sounding pretty good and less painful to me.

I relaxed my body and walla! I was on my way into the great beyond! …Aaand I came crashing back down in a trashcan.

I pulled myself out of the dumpster and flicked a banana peel off my shoulder.

I was at a loss of words. I had read in many fan fictions that the trip to another world would be filled with pretty flashes of light and sounds and other things. Not going Mr. Not-so-elastic and falling for two seconds then landing in a trashcan.

I shook my head and removed myself from the alley. I staggered a bit as my bones popped back into place with loud snaps and my muscles gave me quite a complaint. A few passerby’s stopped long enough to treat me like a side-show freak, making disgusted face’s as my legs gave a few particularly loud pop’s.

“Yeah, yeah keep stare’n people,” I muttered. I turned a corner and locked eyes with a large billboard.

“Come to Mr. Kapalli’s! New York’s finest pizza!”

My jaw went lax. New York? I rubbed my eyes and re-read it. It still said New York.

Hadn’t that thing told me that I’d go to Harry Potter world?

I laughed at myself. Now I was actually analyzing what a computer pop-up ad had told me and taking it as the truth! I was losing it. That is if I hadn’t lost it already.

Without much else to do, I stuffed my hands into my gray Nightmare before Christmas jacket and started walking. I felt a few pieces f paper crinkle under my hand. Sighing in relief, I pulled out a roll of bills. I had stuffed about fifty bucks into there on my way out of the house because I was going shopping right after school. I slipped it into my back pants pocket and hummed to myself, feeling a little better. If worse came to worse, I’d at least have money to get me food.

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I found out something new. Mindless walking for hours on end makes one really tiered and cranky. And really hungry.

Swallowing the empty air in my mouth, I started on my quest for a Taco Bell. Or McDonalds. Or any fast food place that was cheap. Am hour later I stumbled upon Central Park. My stomach grumbled loudly and, with much difficulty, I ignored it.

The sun had long since set. I estimated I had been there for nearly ten hours or more. I hadn’t eaten breakfast, lunch or dinner.

“Where are all those hotdog vendors you see in movies?” I muttered to myself. I sighed deeply and collapsed under a large tree. I closed my eyes and pulled my knees to my chest.

I wondered why I wasn’t feeling something else besides hunger. After thinking about it, I summed it up as shock. I could see why. My mind wasn’t registering the fact that this was real. To it, this whole thing seemed like a dream. So I was still asleep in my bed and breakfast would be ready for me once I got up.

The only problem with my explanation was that I never dreamed like this. My mind was always all over the place, in random worlds doing random things. Nothing ever made sense in my dreams. That’s why I knew that this wasn’t one. Everything pretty much made sense.

A sudden shout brought me out of my thoughts. I checked my watch, which was still working. I gave out a low whistle. I had been lost in thought for over two hours!

More shouting caught my attention. It was getting closer. I stood and stretched before setting out to find out what was the cause of the noise.

Even though I had kind of expected it, nothing could describe my shock at seeing four mutant turtles kicking human butt. My eyes followed every one of their moves. From years of watching each of them fight and listening to their voices I could decipher who was who without seeing their bandana colors.

I watched Don whip his Bo through the air and connect with some punk’s midsection. The guy went down winded and the turtle spun into action along side Mikey who was twirling his Nunchuck’s around effortlessly. Leo split-kicked two guys that had been trying to surround him. I grinned as they went down, clutching their blood gushing noses. Raph was currently beating the snot out of a guy with Casey right alongside him. I shook my head. Of course Casey would be with them.

I watched as the fight kept dragging on. I stifled a yawn. Why was it that it was more exciting on screen then in real life?

I was in the middle of another yawn when I caught sight of something that made me choke on my own spit. A guy was coming up behind Donny with a gun! He was only a few feet from me. He cocked the weapon and raised it towards the turtle.

Without thinking, I dashed out and tackled the guy. The gun went off and I cried out and covered my ears. I hated loud noises! The guy tried to scramble to his feet, fumbling with the gun. The gun came at my face and I rolled, cussing in pain as the gun went off.

Now I didn’t have any type of special training but a girl can do a lot of damage when she’ angry. And at that point, I was really angry. I lashed out with my foot and hit they guy in the shin. He cussed but didn’t drop the gun. So I did the next best thing; I kicked him in the unmentionables. That got him to drop the gun.

I head dived for the stupid thing. I cocked it and pointed it at the ground between the guys legs (seeing as he had fallen there after I delivered the ‘killing blow’) and shot. The guy squeaked then his eyes rolled and he passed out. I shook my head as his coffee started to spill on the ground. Amazingly enough, I remembered the reason why I had jumped towards an armed man in the first place. I spun around and breathed a sigh of relief.

The bullet hadn’t hit anyone. In fact, the guys had finished fighting and where now making their way towards me. I looked back at the gun wondering if I should toss it away. I shrugged and, after a little fumbling, got the shell case thing open and dumped out the two bullets that where left and tossed the bullets away.

I looked up at the turtles who where now only a few feet from me. I held out the gun to them.

“Anyone want it?” Nobody answered. I shrugged and tossed it into a nearby trashcan. They all looked surprised. I laughed.

“I’m a bad shot anyway. That guy’s lucky I didn’t actually blow anything off. Even though I was aiming there,” I muttered the last part but I think they heard me because they all chuckled.

I felt my cheeks heat up and I ducked my head.

Everything after that started to blend together. I remember telling them that I was a homeless kid that had been tossed out (hey, might as well get them to be sympathetic right?) with only a hundred bucks to my name. I think I said that I’d been camping out in Central Park. I’m not sure how exactly I ended up at 2nd Time Around but I did. The boy’s told April my story and she agreed to take me in (seeing how I was sixteen and the guys where nineteen). Then I crashed on the couch after everyone else left.

I also remember wondering how I was going to get home. Even if I went back to boring computer class…