I redid this story because the information I had was wrong. I also took out the language, mainly because I can't have it in another site and I just didn't feel like putting it back into this one.

"Watch out, Crystal!" The cry came too late as Michelangelo went off a jump on his skate board and plowed right into Crystal.

"Mikey, if you don't get off me in the next five seconds, I swear to God, I will hurt you!" she shouted.

"I would, but I can't feel my legs."

"Uhhh," Crystal started to stand up and Mikey slid off her back.

"Ow! Hey, watch the shell!"

"Why I oughta..."

"Crystal. Michelangelo. Come here at once," a stern voice said from behind.

"Yes, Master Splinter," they said in unison.

They went over to Master Splinter, knowing that they were in a lot of trouble. With their heads bowed, they waited for their master to speak. Fear swelled in the hearts of the young brother and sister. From the back of the room, snickering could be heard from their older brothers. They were quickly shut up with one stern look from Master Splinter.

"Now, tell me what happened," probed Splinter.

"Well, I was just sitting on the couch reading a book when all of a sudden Mikey comes flying at me on his freaking skateboard. The next thing I know I'm on the freaking ground with him on top of me!" Crystal explained. "Naturally, I got pissed. So, technically, this is all Mikey's fault."

"Thank you, Crystal, but next time watch the language," was all Splinter said in response.

"Yes, Crystal, thank you," Mikey said in a mocking tone. "Now, I'll tell you what really happened, Master Splinter. You see, I was trying to land my latest trick, which I call the Mikey Extreme! I kinda need to work on it some more. When I was trying to do my flip-kick in mid-air, I went off the ramp. Then I saw Little-Miss-Book-Worm over here reading on the couch. I started to think..."

"You started to think! Someone call an ambulance. His brain is probably gonna exploded any second now!" said a voice from the background.

"Raphael, ten flips, now!" Master Splinter's stern voice said.

"Aww, man. Do I have to?"


"Alright." Then Raph started spring back onto his hands.

"Well, as I was saying, before Raph interrupted me, I started to think, 'Why would anyone want to read for fun? I mean you have to sit still and think.' By the time I realized that I was going to hit Crystal, it was too late. I crashed into her and she got all mad."

"I see," said Master Splinter.

Then he left without another word. "So, what were you reading, anyway, Crystal? A Fashion Magazine? Were you trying to find ways to make yourself beautiful?" teased Mikey.

Crystal pulled out her ninjato and got into an offensive pose. "Shut up, Mikey! Before I gut you!" Crystal screamed.

"Hey, hey. Do you want Master Splinter to come back out here!?!" exclaimed another of the brothers, Donatello.

"I don't have to sit here and take this. If you guys need me, I'll be on the roof tops," and with that, she grabbed her journal from off her desk and went into the sewers.

"You see what you do, Mikey!" exclaimed Raph.

"I didn't mean it. Aww, man, she hates me now, don't she?"

"Well, I would if I were her."

"Quit fighting, you two, before I bust both of your heads," said the last of the brothers, Leonardo. He crossed his arms over the front of his shell.

"Yeah, whatever. I'm gonna go find her," Raph said before going into the sewer after her.

Up on the roof tops of New York, Crystal meditated on the roof until she was calmed down. Then she opened up her journal and took a pencil out of her pocket.

Wednesday, August 6, 2009

My name is Crystal Howlett and I'm a mutant. I'm leaving this journal just incase I get myself into trouble or locked up it the "loony bin". Everything I write in this journal is 100% true. This is the story of my life. I was born on December 8th 1993. My mother was Mariko Howlett and my father, James Howlett. I never really knew my father. He was always off with his friends. I never knew where he went, but sometimes he would be gone for months on end. My mom would tell me he didn't want to go, but he had to. I never understood that and I still don't. When I was three, a mutant who went by the name of Sabortooth came to my house, insisting that I was his child. Things got out of hand, to say the least, and he killed my mother. But, fortunately, my mother had already sent me to a friend who could take care of me. Unfortunately, the friend was gone on vacation for the week. I was lucky enough to be noticed by a mutated rat named Master Splinter. He knew I wasn't going to survive on my own, so he read the letter my mother sent with me and took me in. I have never seen this letter because Master Splinter insists that it is not my time. I don't argue with him, but I do wish I could see the letter. At the time he was raising four baby turtles that were also mutated. He had named them Leonardo, Donatello, Raphael, and Michelangelo, all listed in order of age. They could all walk and talk and were four years old. Master Splinter was training them to become ninjas. I already knew how to walk and talk, so he started to teach me, too. When I turned seven and they turned eight, he had already started to train us to use weapons. The main weapons we trained with were dual katanas, bow staffs, Sais, nun-chucks, and ninjatos. Then he tested us in the use of those five weapons and the one we were best weapons and the one we were best at was our chosen weapon. Leo was given the katanas, Donni, the bow staff, Raph, the Sais, Mikey, the nun-chucks, and me the ninjato. I am now fifteen and they are sixteen and we all have different interests and personalities. Leo is the leader. He is honorable, noble, strong, smart, kind, stern, and one of the best fighters I've ever seen. Donni is a genius. He can create almost anything and knows a lot about things people don't usually care about, but it's nice to hear, sometimes. Raph likes to fight, is stubborn, has a bad temper, and we get along the best. He can be kind of overprotective, caring, and the best older brother a person cask for. Don't get me wrong; I get along great with my other brothers, but just not as much as Raph. But I'm getting off track. Mikey is the wild one. He's a giant prankster, likes to have fun, picks on Raph a lot, and LOVES pizza. He almost never takes training seriously. Then, there's me. I'm like all of them thrown together in girl form. I'm the second best fighter and pretty smart. I like to play pranks on Leo with Mikey. I also have a temper and can be caring. Leonardo, Donatello, Raphael, Michelangelo, and Master Splinter are my family. If you find this and I'm gone, see if you can find my family and give them this. And for my father, Master Splinter, and my brothers, Leo, Donni, Raph, and Mikey, I love you all. Well, that's all I have to tell you.

Crystal closed her journal and looked out over the city. She looked at the manhole she had come out of and saw some dark figures removing the lid and going down into it. She immediately jumped down from the roof and followed the group silently down the manhole.