Prologue: Meet Mikey
Mikey stared up at his father, his large, sky blue eyes pleading. "Please, dad! I'll be good for a month! I'll get good grades, just don't take my video games!"
"Son, this is the third D in two weeks. If you don't get your grades up soon, it will really start to affect your college choices and possible scholarship funds. Video games are just a distraction. We run a large business and you are my heir. I want you to focus on the future, but still have fun. I'm not trying to be mean, I just want what's best." His father said, laying a hand on his blonde- haired son's shoulder.
Mikey just shrugged it off. "What if I don't want to work at this place? What if I want to do something else with my life? You said you wanted me to be happy and I can't be happy when my life's already rolled out in front of me!"
"Well, what do you want to do, then?" His father lowered his voice in a comforting tone. He led the fifteen year old boy to the white plushy couch and sat down.
"I don't know yet, okay? I just know that I don't want to work with this boring company," Mikey whispered.
"Well, you could take a class outside of school, one that doesn't interfere with your part time job at the fast food place."
I always wanted to take a Martial Arts class. I took gymnastics and
liked it, Martial Arts could be sort of like that, except more manly."
Mikey smiled, flexing his 'muscles.'
"I'll look into it... only if you get those grades up to A's and B's." Mikey's father smiled at the disgruntled look on his son's face.
"Fine." Mikey sighed and went back to playing video games as his father shook his head and walked over to his office.
The next day at school, Mikey sat in Geometry as the teacher handed back the test that would determine if he would pass or fail the class.
When the teacher set the paper face down, Mikey's heart began to beat out of his chest. He moved his sweaty hand to grab the paper and shakily turned it over.
There, in bright red marker was his grade. It made his heart stop and sweat form on his brow... C-. Below it was a small scribbled letter:
See me after class.
Mikey looked around the room. There were mixed emotions,some where happy, some relieved, some confused but satisfied. Mikey looked to be the only one who didn't get a good grade.
Then again, some people were unreadable. The guy in the back of the class, Raph, only showed anger at school. Never let anything show on his face when he got a test back. Then there was the guy who stared out the window, Leo. The guy was just plain emotionless and shy. No one really knew much about him. Then the guy in the front, Don. He never let anyone in on his grade but everyone knew it was pretty good.
Mikey knew his dad was going to kill him when he got home. C- would let him pass the class, but he may as well forget about possible scholarships.
dragged his feet through the hallway and made his way to his locker. It
was full of trash and rotten food. He didn't care. He stopped once he realized that Mrs. Shmidt had wanted to speak to him.
"You wanted me to come, Mrs. Schmidt?" He asked as he walked into the class.
"You're failing geometry. I don't want you to fail because its my job to teach you."
Mikey had to hold in a 'no duh' at the teacher's remark. "So, why'd you call me here?"
going to give you some extra credit. It would be just enough for you to get your grade up to a B . You have one week to do it." Mrs. Schmidt said sternly, before she excused Mikey to leave.
Mikey practically danced out of the room.
Mikey walked through the hallway after the final bell rang.
"Mikey!" A voice called out from behind him. He spun around to see Don coming towards him. His brown hair was short and neat. His book bag bumped against his side.
"Um... hi." Mikey said, confused. "Not that I mind or anything, but why are you suddenly talking to me?"
"I heard you were failing geometry and I figured you might want some help." Don shrugged.
"Yes!" Mikey replied, sounding a little more desperate than he would have wanted.
"Then I'd be happy to tutor you on it." Don smiled.
"That's great, except... how did you know I had a bad grade, we're opposite sides of the class." Mikey got suspicious the minute the thought crossed his mind.
"I looked around and saw your facial expression. I could tell by the way your eyes went from blue to sort of grey." Don smirked.
"Oh... it was that obvious?" Mikey blushed a deep shade of pink.
"No, I'm just observant." Don laughed as he and Mikey exited the high school building.
Mikey hopped off the bus and was surprised to see Don get off too. "I've never seen you get off at this stop."
"I just moved." Don replied.
"Oh! So you're the new neighbors my dad told me about!" Mikey exclaimed as they turned the corner onto their street.
"Yeah, I've seen you skateboard. You're really good." Don complimented.
"Thanks, I've been working at it. I'm thinking of taking a Martial Arts class too... not sure what though."
"Cool! I'm going to take ninjutsu at the nearby dojo. You should try that, we'd be together because I am starting next week." Don said, happily.
"That sounds cool, dude. So... when do you want to tutor me?" Mikey shifted uncomfortably at his awkwardly worded question.
"Will Wednesday work for you?" Don asked as they came closer to their houses.
"Yeah." Mikey smiled before ran up to his house. "See ya tomorrow, dude!"
"Bye," Don chuckled as he walked into his own house.
"MICHEALANGELO!" Mikey heard his father scream the moment he walked in.
"Uh, yeah?" Mikey prepared himself for the ongoing lecture.
"You are failing your geometry class. I remember-" his father began.
"I'm getting tutored by the smartest kid in class and I got extra credit." Mikey cut off quickly.
"That still doesn't excuse anything." His father's face was a mask of anger and annoyance and a hint of disappointment.
"Dad, really, I'm going to do so much better! I promise!" Mikey began to get worried.
"No more video games, no more comics, no more phone except for emergencies." His father said in a firm voice that said 'that's final.'
"What about Martial Arts? Because a kid in class is taking ninjutsu nearby." Mikey hoped his father wouldn't take that away too.
"You can still take Martial Arts, only because of the increased gang activity nearby." His father sighed.
"Thanks." Mikey muttered. Mikey sagged down on the couch and reached for the remote.
"And no more TV!" His father called.
"Dad! Really?!" Mikey cried.
"Get your grades up and you'll get all those things back." Mikey dragged his feet to his room, put in earbuds and listened to his iPod.