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It’s evening 5:52 PM (Who doesn’t know, PM is evening = A/N This was an actual note in the story.). I’m currently walking home from the school club.
“Heeeeeeeelp” Please, someone helpt me!” I hear a female voice screaming.
“No one will hear you so don’t yell!” Was the last thing I heard, and then I heard only a scream and a gunshot.
When I got to the place I hid behind the corner of a house and I looked behind the corner (This is such a weird sentence… = A/N This was also a note in the story.). Two men were standing there.
“Alexander, look, we have a witness!” the short one pointed a finger at me.
“Mark catch her!” said probably Alexander.
But at that point I was running. Before I had time to look behind, short Mark was holding me around the torso. ‘I’m in trouble! What now?’ I thought.
When I had a feeling this was my last moment, I hear a screm “Booyakasha!”. I looked around and saw… Wait, What?! (For those who don’t know what it means, here’s translation: Wait, What?! = A/N I’m ashamed. I have no words.) Those are turtles!
I had no idea how to react… I couldn’t yell and nothing else came to mind…
“Let her go!” said the turtle in blue mask.
“Else what?!” asked the short Mark with laughter and grabbed me even stronger.
“Else we will kick your butt!” said the turtle in red.
“We don’t want problems Mark, let her go and come!” said fat Alexander.
At that point, Mark was already running away from and together with Alexander they disappeared. I looked around and a turtle in red mask said: “We will find you!”
“Just don’t scream, we will explain it to you,” said the turtle in blue mask.
“Do I look like I want to scream?!” I asked ironically.
I was scare, but I was more curious. The turtle in orange mask shook my hand with the words: “Hey, I’m Michelangelo, but call me Mikey.”
The turtle in blue mask said: “I’m Leonardo but everyone calls me Leo.”
“Donatello, but call me Donnie!” the turtle in purple mask smiled at me.
“Raphael, but call me Raph…” said the turtle in red mask.
“Glad to meet you! I’m (Y/N)!” I said and smiled.
A/N So, my obsession with using different words as to not repeat myself probably comes from the fact that back then, I used to write the same thing 50 times in a row. What the hell. I also had no idea what paragraphs are, my Enter button had to look like it survived war. Overall, I need bleach before I continue.