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    after getting off the last bus it was still raining and we still had 3 miles until we got to my house. I was still using Donnie's bow as a walking stick. we were walking in the rain with Mikey complaining. "why can't the bus take us to her house? Tiffany, is there any buses that can?"
    "well, there is one." I answered. "but its for senior citizens and church. but considering its not Wednesday, the elderly bus is the only one running today."
    "I'm sure we can pretend to old and have them buy it. your using a walking stick." Mikey hunched over, held his back with one hand, and bit his lips hiding his teeth. he picked up a near by stick and used it as cane. "come on, Dearies." he said in a ridiculous old lady voice "someone pick up a line and call for that bus. my little boney legs cant handle another mile! oh, I think I threw my back out! cant wait to see my grandson. little Splintie poo better be saving a big kiss for his nana!" I was the only one laughing.
    "why would he want to kiss a turtle with dementia?" asked Donnie. it hurt my side but I couldn't stop laughing.
    Mikey continued his old lady rant. "your just jealous because my movie tickets are cheaper!"
    "wow Mikey, I've heard snappier comebacks from a bowl of rice crispies." Raph said.
    Mikey took the stick and hit Raph on the head. "respect you're elders young man!"
    "that's it!"
    "wait! you wouldn't hit a little old lady....would you?" Raph broke Mikey's stick in to two.
    "your next, knucklehead." he punched his palm in the other hand.
    "shouldn't we stop him?" I asked Leo and Donnie. they didn't answer but just watched them smiling. "guys? hello.... guys?" they were just watching. "your enjoying, aren't you?" they nodded.
    "aww come on, Raphiecicle. cant you take a joke?" Mikey asked as he held his hands defensibly in the air.
    "I would if ya had any. how old are ya tryin' to act anyway...wait! don't botha. ya can't count that high anyway, shell for brains!"
    "isn't this considered elder abuse?" now using his old lady voice. "when I was a boy-"
    "if your a boy, how come you sound like a lady?" Donnie asked.
    "when I was a boy we didn't interrupt people!"
    "didn't you call yourself Nana?" Leo asked.
    ".....yes...."
    "and you also called yourself a little old lady. so why are you calling yourself a boy now?" I asked him.
    ".....well...."
    "come, Nana. answer the little pretty lady." Raph said. pretty?
    ".......DAMN IT!" Mikey shrieked in his normal voice. I think I heard his voice crack.
    everyone started laughing except Mikey. it hurt so much I fell to the ground laughing. "Tiffany! everyone stop!" Leo shouted. he knelt down beside me. "are you okay?"
    "yeah. I was laughing so much my side hurt. I haven't laughed like that in years!" he helped me stand up. "don't worry, Nana. we're almost there. then you can give little Splintie poo that kiss of death." for the rest of the walk Leo and Raph helped me walk. finally we reached the entrance of my neighborhood. the entrance has a line of big stones on each side for a few feet. when we walked in. the turtles looked over to the rocks and noticed the 'art work' on them.
    "someone has too much free time." Raph said.
    "about every rock has a big-" i covered Mikey's mouth.
    "we know!" I told him.
    "too much detail!" Donnie covered his eyes.
    we walked up a few streets while the turtles were looking around. we went slow so they could see everything. "wow, Tiff. snazzy place." Raph said.
    "yeah, it looks great!" Donnie added.
    "well, looks can be deceiving. here we got kids trying to act like gangsters. they hurt people, steal things, and destroy property like at the entrance. then we have little girls acting and dressing like complete sluts. its hard to trust anyone here. there are only a few decent people."
    "and everyone says the country is a good place." Donnie snorted.
    "this isn't the country. this is farmland trying to act ghetto."
    "what about you? you don't act like it."
    "well, I do come from the ghetto. my family moved here awhile ago to save our very lives. funny, all of us fled here to do so and we're still at risk because of the residents. I don't act ghetto though. I see no reason for it. its kind of pointless, no one thinks any higher of you."
    "you carry scissors in your boots!" Leo protested.
    "I like scissors. whats wrong with that? I also like surgical tools. in fact, I have used tools. there clean but to know they were inside someone... makes a girl feel...sadistic." I smiled. we were at the front porch. we all just stood there for a second. they seemed unsure of something. "well, are you ready to see your father?"
    "its all I've wanted since we left. what if he changed?" Leo whispered.
    "trust me. he hasn't." I assured him.
    "alright." Leo lifted me and took each step slowly like his brothers. one....two......three. now at the door "should we knock?"
   I told him, "I'm right here. just go in." Donnie stepped forward and twisted the nob. then we all took a step inside.

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    after getting off the last bus it was still raining and we still had 3 miles until we got to my house. I was still using Donnie's bow as a walking stick. we were walking in the rain with Mikey complaining. "why can't the bus take us to her house? Tiffany, is there any buses that can?"
    "well, there is one." I answered. "but its for senior citizens and church. but considering its not Wednesday, the elderly bus is the only one running today."
    "I'm sure we can pretend to old and have them buy it. your using a walking stick." Mikey hunched over, held his back with one hand, and bit his lips hiding his teeth. he picked up a near by stick and used it as cane. "come on, Dearies." he said in a ridiculous old lady voice "someone pick up a line and call for that bus. my little boney legs cant handle another mile! oh, I think I threw my back out! cant wait to see my grandson. little Splintie poo better be saving a big kiss for his nana!" I was the only one laughing.
    "why would he want to kiss a turtle with dementia?" asked Donnie. it hurt my side but I couldn't stop laughing.
    Mikey continued his old lady rant. "your just jealous because my movie tickets are cheaper!"
    "wow Mikey, I've heard snappier comebacks from a bowl of rice crispies." Raph said.
    Mikey took the stick and hit Raph on the head. "respect you're elders young man!"
    "that's it!"
    "wait! you wouldn't hit a little old lady....would you?" Raph broke Mikey's stick in to two.
    "your next, knucklehead." he punched his palm in the other hand.
    "shouldn't we stop him?" I asked Leo and Donnie. they didn't answer but just watched them smiling. "guys? hello.... guys?" they were just watching. "your enjoying, aren't you?" they nodded.
    "aww come on, Raphiecicle. cant you take a joke?" Mikey asked as he held his hands defensibly in the air.
    "I would if ya had any. how old are ya tryin' to act anyway...wait! don't botha. ya can't count that high anyway, shell for brains!"
    "isn't this considered elder abuse?" now using his old lady voice. "when I was a boy-"
    "if your a boy, how come you sound like a lady?" Donnie asked.
    "when I was a boy we didn't interrupt people!"
    "didn't you call yourself Nana?" Leo asked.
    ".....yes...."
    "and you also called yourself a little old lady. so why are you calling yourself a boy now?" I asked him.
    ".....well...."
    "come, Nana. answer the little pretty lady." Raph said. pretty?
    ".......DAMN IT!" Mikey shrieked in his normal voice. I think I heard his voice crack.
    everyone started laughing except Mikey. it hurt so much I fell to the ground laughing. "Tiffany! everyone stop!" Leo shouted. he knelt down beside me. "are you okay?"
    "yeah. I was laughing so much my side hurt. I haven't laughed like that in years!" he helped me stand up. "don't worry, Nana. we're almost there. then you can give little Splintie poo that kiss of death." for the rest of the walk Leo and Raph helped me walk. finally we reached the entrance of my neighborhood. the entrance has a line of big stones on each side for a few feet. when we walked in. the turtles looked over to the rocks and noticed the 'art work' on them.
    "someone has too much free time." Raph said.
    "about every rock has a big-" i covered Mikey's mouth.
    "we know!" I told him.
    "too much detail!" Donnie covered his eyes.
    we walked up a few streets while the turtles were looking around. we went slow so they could see everything. "wow, Tiff. snazzy place." Raph said.
    "yeah, it looks great!" Donnie added.
    "well, looks can be deceiving. here we got kids trying to act like gangsters. they hurt people, steal things, and destroy property like at the entrance. then we have little girls acting and dressing like complete sluts. its hard to trust anyone here. there are only a few decent people."
    "and everyone says the country is a good place." Donnie snorted.
    "this isn't the country. this is farmland trying to act ghetto."
    "what about you? you don't act like it."
    "well, I do come from the ghetto. my family moved here awhile ago to save our very lives. funny, all of us fled here to do so and we're still at risk because of the residents. I don't act ghetto though. I see no reason for it. its kind of pointless, no one thinks any higher of you."
    "you carry scissors in your boots!" Leo protested.
    "I like scissors. whats wrong with that? I also like surgical tools. in fact, I have used tools. there clean but to know they were inside someone... makes a girl feel...sadistic." I smiled. we were at the front porch. we all just stood there for a second. they seemed unsure of something. "well, are you ready to see your father?"
    "its all I've wanted since we left. what if he changed?" Leo whispered.
    "trust me. he hasn't." I assured him.
    "alright." Leo lifted me and took each step slowly like his brothers. one....two......three. now at the door "should we knock?"
   I told him, "I'm right here. just go in." Donnie stepped forward and twisted the nob. then we all took a step inside.