It definitely wasn’t the first school Sunset had in mind when she had requested a transfer, but this one the one that Principal Celestia had recommended. So, off she went to New York. She was certainly glad she had the funds to make the move, and thankful that the price of pure gold was so high, otherwise she’s still be stuck in that small stupid town.
She sighed to herself as she walked up the steps of the building, her headphones firmly on her head blaring a random Whitechapel song. She always used to tell herself that she wouldn’t listen to that kind of music, but after listening to it in the cab that took her to her new, tiny, cramped apartment… She found it oddly relatable. Some of them anyway.
Shaking her thoughts loose from her head, she noticed that the hallway of the school was empty, save for a a few lone people. Hopefully this day would go by quick.
Sometimes it was difficult juggling school life with her personal one, needing to decide which took more priority, her homework or mutated dad? Of course it was always her dad, not that it was something she could discuss with her teachers. The excuse of chasing her dad all around New York with her turtle friends wasn’t the most feasible to get deadline extensions.
The redhead sighed, rubbing the sleep from under one eye after another late training session with Master Splinter. Usually she’d just skip the first period but with her recent attendance she couldn’t afford to draw suspicion, especially with her dad not here.
April walked down the hallway, lost in thought and not paying attention to her surroundings. Despite the small number of students she accidentally bumps into an unfamiliar girl.
“Ah, sorry!”
She should’ve been paying more attention, but she supposed it was her own fault for not looking where she was going and having her music so loud.
She stumbled slightly as she felt another body hot here, and look up quickly to see another girl, a redhead, muttered something she couldn’t make out over Phil Bozeman’s mind setting to self destruct. Talking off her headphones and having the screaming vocals turned down slightly, she asked the girl, “I’m sorry about that. Should’ve been paying more attention. What did you say?”
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