TMNT: There's Another Turtle?!

Venus' P.O.V

I was once human with everyday life, routine teenage problems. Now being a teenage mutant turtle adds more questions to my already crazy life. My name is Venus De Milo. I'm 17 years-old with unusually emerald green-colored eyes, long black hair always braided, and wearing a green headband, wearing a traditional Japanese evergreen colored dress with green waist ribbon and green Mary Janes. I moved to Chinatown, Manhattan, New York, to live with my uncle and aunt, who helped me finish my training in Ninjitsu. When I was 12 years old, but I'm getting ahead of myself, let's start at the beginning. Before my new life in New York, I originally grew up in Tokyo, Japan, with my parents. My father's family taught ninjitsu by the father's and to their son's.

Since I was an only child and a girl, my father decided to teach me when I was four years old. My father was impressed by my practicing every move he would teach me. There wasn't a time of day he would walk into his dojo and find me training. When I was seven years old, my mother died from a viral infection in the heart; before she died, she gave me her golden heart-shaped locket. Ever since that day I've never taken it off. When I was 12-year-old, my father taught me more advanced skills of hearing the silence and listening for his movements. It was fun to learn; it was almost like play "Marco Polo". It wasn't easy, but I had never given up on trying to do it. My father would get tired before I would but was only because my mother would be watching as train together.

I think my father took it a lot harder than me because he knew her a lot better than me. He was never good at hiding how he felt when he was around me. I'm good at reading one's emotions because my father would know the look I would give him when he said he was fine when I knew he wasn't. Like the ancient Japanese spiritual tribunal, my father nicknamed Shinobi because they could connect with the spiritual world. My father told me I had the same connection. My father called my uncle, who had been trained into being a Shinobi; when my father to him about my relationship, he came to Japanese to start my training in becoming a Shinobi. Day and night, my uncle and I mediated to get any sign of my spiritual aura.

My uncles were a light green aura surrounding him; he would tell me to put the happiest memory I had and use it as a trigger to connect; I sat down on the bamboo tilted floor meditating. I did what I was told, thinking about my mother and me sitting in the park talking about school about how she and my father met each other. Upon this transaction, both my father and uncle saw an aquamarine aura admitting around me. The light kept growing stronger and stronger; my father and uncle had to shield their eyes but could see me hover off the ground slightly. The aura went out when I opened my eyes to see them both glare at me wide-eyed. Not sure why though they explained the situation to me, and I could not believe it myself.

My uncle told my father and me that I had inherited the same thing he had not discovered until he was 16 years old. For me to develop this at such a young age was amazing. Both my father and uncle continued to train me in both ninjitsu and Shinobi. My uncle had revised a critical phone call from my aunt, and he had to go back to New York. Before he left, he promised me he would finish my training. I was disappointed about my uncle leaving us, but the two months spent with us were more than I could ever ask for.

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Few weeks after my uncle had left for New York, I walked home from school excited about what new ninjitsu skills we were going to learn today. I heard sirens from fire trucks and police cars were rushing past me. The vehicles were turning onto my street; I rushed over to the scene to discover in horror my home was in a blazing fire. I looked around the shocked crowd of people hoping to find my father among them and not inside the house. Unfortunately, my worst nightmare had come true, for the dead man was my father. I held my father crying, not leaving his side with the police, finally pulling me away from her father's motionless body. The police officers were asking me if I have any living relatives who can take me in.

I nodded to them; still, in shock, they took me to the police station to find out where my relatives lived. I told them my uncle and aunt live in Chinatown, Manhattan, New York. The police helped me get a visa for my new life in New York; I went onto the early morning flight at the airport to Manhattan, New York, where my uncle was waiting for me to take me to the new home. My uncle and aunt owned a China shop with their apartment upstairs in a four bedroom apartment.

My uncle showed me my new room; the walls painted in grayish jade green, the ceiling painted a light jade green. My room had two windows; her bed was right next to the window, which happened to be the window you would see as you walked into the room. The other window in front of the fire escape in front of the cherry wood desk and cherry wood bookshelf. The closet doors were mirrors opening one of the entrances to find the closet floor up against the wall, an empty aquarium thinking to myself, 'they must've had fish at one time. I placed the aquarium on the first shelf, thinking about what pet I wanted. Knowing cats, dogs, and birds were off-limits, I thought long and hard about the pet I could have to keep. I thought my new companion for my decision would be final, and I could not get another one. I smiled when I figured it out, walking out of my room, walking into the kitchen, my uncle, who is cooking dinner.

"Uncle, I found an empty aquarium in my closet, and I know we can't have any cats, dogs, and birds in the apartment. I wondered if I could have a turtle for a pet," I asked him.

"You may have a turtle as a pet Venus, we'll get you one tomorrow, plus we have to buy you some clothes too," answered my uncle.

"Thanks, uncle," I said, hugged him.

"You're welcome, Venus," said my uncle smiling at me.

After the conversation, my aunt walked through the door laying her purse and keys on the oak table by the door. I greeted my aunt with a hug with us, smiling and talking to each other about what had happened to me before the death of a father. I explained I was training to be a ninja first because the sons on my father's side were taught in ninjitsu and shinobi. Since I'm the only child, my father to teach to train after my mother. My father noticed I inherited being a shinobi just like my uncle. My aunt knew about the rest of the story because my uncle explained everything to my aunt when he returned to New York and about going to be staying with them. The next morning, Venus and her aunt went to a fabric store though Venus wasn't sure why they were here.

"Aunt Margaret, why are we here in a fabric store," I asked.

"You want clothes to do, don't you? I'm going to make some clothes for you. Look around and pick out anything you want," answered Aunt Margaret.

I was looking around the store finding different colored fabrics for my clothes: red-violet with pink waist ribbon, light-blue with maroon waist ribbon, lavender with white waist ribbon, black with red waist ribbon, yellow with purple waist ribbon, red with orange waist ribbon, white with black waist ribbon, and blue with silver waist ribbon.

Along with the fabrics, she bought black, white, blue, red, lavender, red-violet, light-blue, and yellow Mary Janes with headbands and hair bands. Before we went, have to get started making my dresses, we went to the pet shop as promised to get my new pet. Entering the pet shop I asked the store clerk if they had any turtles. Walking over to the reptiles, I found the turtle. The store clerk told me the turtle was a female leaving the store back to the apartment. Walking into the apartment, Margaret (My aunt) placed her purse and keys onto the door's table.

"Venus, what are you going to call your new little friend there," asked Margaret, smiling at her.

"I think I'll call her Mimi," I answered, smiling at my little turtle friend.

I went over to the fridge to grab two lettuce leaves, walking into my room, placing Mimi on my pillow with the leaves in front of her, and holding one of my books off the bookshelf to sit down on my bed to read. Mimi finished eating her food, walked over to me, placed herself on my lap. I looked down, smiling at Mimi, and stroked her shell while reading the book until dinner while Mimi fell asleep. I felt terrible about placing Mimi in the aquarium. At least she had a place where she could be alone. On Fridays, my uncle's and aunt's store would be closed along with weekends and holidays.

My uncle would help me with my ninjitsu and shinobi training. I happened to be mastering in both skills very well, for uncle was impressed with his niece's detection of the roof's continuing activity. My uncle gave me the nickname Mei Pieh Chi because of my first name Venus the Rome and Greek goddess of love and beauty. Mei means peach in Japanese; Pieh means turtle in Japanese because of my love for my pet turtle Mimi, and Chi means Energy in Japanese because when it comes toward training. I thought it was the perfect nickname that fits my personality and feelings.

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When I turned 17 years old, I had gotten tattoo of my nickname on the back of my neck. It is written in black ink in calligraphy Mei on top and Beauty on the bottom, Pieh on top and Turtle on the bottom, and Chi on top and Energy on the bottom. The thing my uncle and aunt never wanted my to do for they never like the idea of someone getting a tattoo. For a while, I pulled my hair into a ponytail but my aunt and uncle, ended up finding out about my tattoo and were disappointed in me getting a tattoo. I, my nickname made up my personality; I should be able to wear it every day. My aunt and uncle disliked the idea of their niece having a tattoo, they were happy she embraced herself and were happy about it.

I happened to be a straight-A student on the yearbook, art club, and volleyball team. I'm a senior in high school and getting offers to different colleges and universities. I've always wanted to be a novelist, I've been writing mystery stories ever since I was in middle school. Career choice is to be a zoologist I never wanted to leave New York, and Long Island University had a program for the career. I'm a shy girl when meeting people though I ended up having a friend named Jordan. Jordan's on the volleyball team, art club, and senior like myself. We hang out at Central Park every Friday after school to do our homework and talk about what we were going to do after school.

Jordan told me, she would move to Albany to get business degree to own her antique store called 'Old Fashioned'. Venus to Jordan was going to the Long Island University to get her degree in zoology and continue my mystery novel writing. We always promised to hang out still when we got where we were going. Unfortunately, the promise would be broken because of what would happen to me on a rainy day in New York. I was practicing my ninjitsu skills on the roof as always after doing my homework, and my uncle told me, he was going to find me a weapon I would be using I would be taught in all the weapons for resourcefulness.

I was excellent in using the katana but better using the bow and arrows. My uncle had me practice with my new weapons, for there were two different ways to training now; I use the katana and the bow and arrows. I was still being trained as a Shinobi too. My aquamarine aura continued to grow stronger every time I thought about my parents and me back at our home in my father's dojo having a picnic because it was raining. Clearly, I was growing into a mature woman with power no one would ever understand. My Shinobi training, my uncle showed me how to channel it into a ball with the same green aura he would be covered in a while meditating and told me to do the same thing as he did.

I did as I was told, channel all my energy into a single ball of aquamarine light, then hit the target, which was a bull's eye. My uncle showed me how to channel enough energy into a blast of light and told to do the same thing. I did as I was told again to conduct all my life into a single explosion of light, hitting the target another bull's eye. My uncle and aunt were impressed with my abilities and school ever since I had come into their lives. It was all about to change when the rainy Friday would come around, for I would undergo changes no one should go through.