You had met the turtles about an year ago now, you got kinda used to those 4 mutant turtles being around now. You normally spent your afternoons with them but after you got in a “fight” at school and had a few visible bruises. You didn’t visit them not wanting them to find out you weren’t the most loved person in the school…

You were home tending the wounds on your face remembering how those punks beat you for no specific reason. You felt ashamed, angry and somehow hurt.