Burnt Ice


Chapter 8

Venus left to await the arrival of April and the man named Casey, I decided to stay in my room, I was still a bit embarrassed about the phone incident. Okay, I was WAY embarrassed by what happened, but the incident; but the more I thought the more I realized that my being startled was rather plausible, I was deep in thought, and already tense as it was, I was worried about my friends, Morgan and Dianne and what was their fates during my months the the turtles. I had still to figure out how we became what we are, or were, or how I got injured in the junk yard were Raph found me. I was scared, should I tell, them? Would they believe me? Even if they did, what could they do? This was my Mystery, I had to solve it, I had to save my friends. I decided that a nap would be the best thing for me, and so I slept and as I slept I dreamed.....

Lights, loud music, laughter, where was I? I know now, the party, where is Morgan? She is flirting with those seniors. Dianne? Dancing with Marco, a junior, what was i doing? Being a wall flower, a boy comes up to me. It’s Logan, a to be sophomore like me. What does he want? He wants to dance. I say yes, we dance, it is a slow dance. He is too close! I push away, I spot Morgan, she is by the pool, so is Dianne, what are they drinking? Beer! I go to talk with them, Logan grabs my arm. He is drunk. “Let me go, I don’t like you Logan!” The words come out of mouth with out me letting them. Logan pushes me to a wall and forces a kiss on me, I slap him. He throws me to the ground, grabs a beer and pours it on me. Carolyn will be mad. Time to leave, Dianne helps me up and hands me a towel, “I’m gett’n Morgan.” she announces to me, “And then can we go?” I nodded my head yes, I didn’t want to be there either, we only came because Morgan wanted us to.

We walk home in the dark, I can hear fire crackers in the distance. Morgan falls to her knees, she’s drunk, Dianne and I help her up. We take the ally way home, bad mistake, don’t go that way I try to say to them. The words don’t come out, I lead the way, Morgan and Dianne behind me. I hear a yelp behind be and then two thuds, I am afraid to turn around. I hear a cackling laugh, as a creaky old vioce cries “Get her!” I run, they corner me I hear the vioce again, but this time I see its owner. An old man, with a scar over his left eye extending from his chin to just above his eye brow. The rest of the man’s face was covered in wrinkled tanned skin, he wore thick black glasses and an lab over coat. The men with him were in black I could not make out their faces. One of the men come towards me club in hand, he swings it toward me.......

I wake up with a start, who was that man? What happened? I need to know. There was a scratch at the door, I open it, Magia scurries in, out side, I hear the others talking and laughing, I recognize April’s voice, she sounds different than on T.V. There is another vioce that I don’t recognize, male, must be the Casey, Mikie was talking about.

Magia began scratching on my ankle, something she did to show that she was hungry. I reply “Okay girl, I’ll get you your dinner.” I sluggishly leave my sanctuary to feed my furry companion. As I stepped out I heard Leo say, “The girl was daydreaming when you called, I guess she didn’t expect the phone to ring. When it did, she snapped out of dream and literally jumped high as the sky and slammed right into Raph’s lap.....” He couldn’t continue because of the uncontrollable laughter that consumed him. It must have been contagious because two milliseconds later everyone else joined in, except for Raph whom’s face turned as red as his bandanna. I myself felt heat rising into my face.

I quickly ran into the kitchen before anyone could see my beet red face, I then heard Leo behind me yelling out, “Hey Ave what’s your hurry?” I say in reply, “Oh don’t mind me, Leonerdo, I enjoy your version of my life story SO much, that I ran into the kitchen to get my copy, just so I could follow along!” There was sudden pin drop silence as I heard Leo say, “Oh…” Then the sweet sound of snickers as everyone suddenly realizing what I had said. “HEY! wait one cotton-picken minute! What did you call me?!?”

I chuckled as I pour the cat food into Magia’s bowl, “Oh, Leonerdo, my darling Leonerdo, what hath it matter? My dear friend? It hath been a true trade, an embarrassment for another of its kind!”

 

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