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‘A fight. Yelling. Blue. Blue? Running… from what? Tears. Calling. Calling me? Who? Footsteps. More, calling. Who? Who is calling? Remember… blue. Warm air. Nothing. This isn’t getting me anywhere. Why am I remembering this? Do I know them? All I know from these (memories? I don’t remember anything, so maybe) is fighting, running, orange, red, blue, definitely blue. Is blue important to me?’
Anyway, I need to get food after a good rest, it's midnight. On the hard floor, I think about what needs to be done at home. I continue to think, hoping I’ll be able to sleep, but as more memories(?) continue to swirl around my head, it becomes impossible.
Do I even remember who I am? Suddenly, I’m hit by a memory, who I am, what I am, and a little of my family. I am Donatello, a turtle. I have a brother(s?) and a sister. Are they also turtles? Bits of yellow and grey come into my mind as I have another sleepless night.
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“This warehouse is older than I am! What could be so valuable in here?”
The air blows as I spot a sign: Nakamura Warehouse. Going inside, there were many crates, and… ew, cobwebs. While scanning the surroundings, I spotted a light that was not functioning.
Grabbing my phone, I turn it to flashlight mode, then start looking into the crates. ‘I need to find the Dragon’s Tooth. Where is-‘ 𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐝. I discovered a knocked-over crate when I directed my phone's light towards the noise.
“Is someone there?”
𝐓𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐩. Looking behind me, I see a turtle(?) with glasses. “Hi.” I say, staring at it. ‘Why did I even talk to it? It can’t sp-’
“Hello.” I stare at it, startled.
“Wh- what?”
“Hello.” It(?) repeats as it continues starring at me.
“What are you?” I muttered to myself, leaning closer to it(?).
“A tuwtle.” It continues to stare.
“Do you, uhhh, have a name?” I ask.
“Donatello. You?” It, no Donatello, then looks around, then walks off to a crate. When he(is it a he?) gets to a crate, he then hops onto it and sits down.
Then continues to stare at me. ‘Is there nothing more important for him to do?’ Well.
“I’m Kendra. What are you doing here?”
“I live hewe.” He answers
”Oh.” He then tilts his head as to look curious and motions to me.
“Well, I’m trying to find the Dragon’s Tooth. A small green device in a glass capsule.” ‘Why am I explaining it to him? He doesn’t even know wha-’
”This?” I look over to see him holding something. And there it was, the Dragon’s Tooth.
“Yes! Can I have it?”
“I will give you it fow food.”
He then looked at my bag. I look at the bag and him for a while until I understand what he wants, then, pull out a pb&j sandwich from my bag.
“You want this?” I ask.
He nods, and I give him half of the sandwich. I look at him while I eat, and see him devour the sandwich.
When I’m done he asks, “Mowe?” While staring at me with hopeful eyes. ‘How much has he eaten? As far as I can see he looks skinny? Well, not if I can help it.’
“No, I don’t.” He gives me this sad/disappointed pout, then hands me the Dragon’s Tooth.
Looking at my phone, 5:04 pm. I’ve been here for an hour! “I’ll be back tomorrow.” I say while waving and leaving.
“Bye.” I hear him say behind my back.
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When I get home. I look around, to see my parents aren’t home. I put the Dragon’s Tooth on the table and head to my room.
“Jason, if you need me I’ll be in my room.” I call out.
I hear a muffled. “Ok.”
When I get into my room, I grab an empty notebook that was lying on my desk. It was purple with a smooth cover of a dragon, my (and my mom’s) favorite animal. ‘I open it to the first page. I didn’t see what kind of turtle it was. I shall name it Lóngguī until I get more information.’
I start writing all the information I found about it. About how it could talk. To all the details I saw. I also wrote how he love pb&j sandwiches.