Your POV :

" Ape? That you? "

" OH my gosh (y/n)! It's been too long! "

" We saw each other yesterday April. "

" OH right. "

I roll my eyes and the red-headed, babbling girl I call friend. Sometimes l wonder if this girl has mental issues. I close my locker, fully prepared to walk the other way to avoid a possible fangirling session , but she drags me the way she's going

" Come on. We got (worst subject)"

Yes! (w/s)!

Note the sarcasm will you? 😑

" Sooooooo......... Why'de you change your regular clothes? "

What the fudge muffin is this nut case talking about?!?!

She sees my confusion and explains herself.

" Well, you're wearing a red shirt, purple jegings, orange convers, a blue head band and green earnings. It's different from your normal outfit. "

I look myself up and down.

Fuck. It's true.

I'm probably blushing reder than Raphael's mask.

" YOU KNOW RAPH?!?!?! "

Did I say that out loud?

" Do you? "

" Yah I do! You've met them before? "

" They helped me when I was beating the snot out'a some purple dragons "

She, being her melodramatic self, puts her hand to her chest and gasps.

" The grate (y/n)! Needing help! I feel faint....... "

" Well don't faint on me you blockhead " I say rolling my eyes. ( who can guess the reference hear?)

" Let's just get to class. "

I reluctantly walk into the classroom, knowing I'm gonna get an ear-full for Mr. Morton. Why you ask?

Because last night, I was too bizsy thinking of four serten terapins I had met many eons ago.......................................

Dun Dun Dunnnnnnnn!! 😹 Sorry, I'm high on sugar........ again. 😂