6. Chapter 6 (1/2)
i'm sorry, readers, i've been busy with school and have forgotten to post for a while. it's also pretty short compared (and possibly a few grammatical errors) to my previous posts so i apologize and hope i don't disappoint you all too badly. sophomore year
ings on a whole new level of stress and work to toss on top of the rest of the miserable crap in my life right now. i've got a belt test curtsy of sensei, a drivers test, and i already have a 50% as a finally grade in spanish and need to get that fixed before my mom gets my report. okay, now i'm just stalling to make this post seem longer...so...i'm gonna stop the excuses and get to work on my next chappie.
as i always say: "put your big girl panties on and deal with it"
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the morning sun shone from the top of the lair's living room. the mood was relaxing, it could calm even the wildest of someone's stressed nerves. the hallways were still and quiet, only lit by a few lights, making it seem darker then the rest of the world it hid from. most of the doors in the lair were closed and locked, leaving one to only wonder what was on the other side. the sounds of the city filled the morning's silence faintly, with the rumbling sounds of cars roaring over, through the concrete, and into the lair. the, sudden, loud footfalls, and the slamming of a door drowned out the honking horns, and disturbed the peaceful feelings.
"ahhh!" mikey ran out into the living room, running from his grumpy, drowsy eyed
other.
"mikey!" his
other roared, tackling him and pinning him to the ground with on powerful leap, "how many times have i told you not to wake me up!" he put just enough emphasis on the not, ramming his fist between his
other's shoulder blades and leaving it there, pressing harder as the second ticked by.
"i don't know!" mikey shrieked, starting to understand his
other's anger when he felt the uncomfortable pressure his
other put between his shoulder blades with his knuckles, "leo, leo, tell raph to get off me!" he panicked, and called out for his oldest
other, waiting to be saved.