TMNT 2012: Mikey's Transformation (Mikey into human story)

Michael

Mikey's POV:

"What do you mean you don't remember?" Jamie asked me. "I don't know dude, I just don't remember. I don't remember anything." I said shaking my head. Jamie took a deep breath. "Well, don't you worry. I'm sure everything will be okay! Um, I guess you can stay here until there are reports of you. I'm sure some will come up!" Jamie said smiling at me. I smiled back at her. Everything will be okay! Someone will come looking for me right? "Can you stand up?" She asked. I stood up from the bed I was in. I felt fine, just that my head hurt. "Maybe if you tell me how you found me, I'll be able to remember." I told Jamie. "Maybe. Okay, so I was coming back from work late at night, and that's when I heard some noises like crashing and gunfire. Being the very curious person I am, I drive towards those noises and come across the TCRI building. I kept on driving when I saw you running across the street from TCRI, and I stopped as fast as I could but I um......tapped you with my car in the process. You were knocked out, I brought you here, you woke up and we're here now." Jamie told me. "Weird." I say. "Yeah no kidding." Jamie laughs.

I see a mirror on the wall and walk up to it. I gasp and stutter back when I see my reflection. Jamie catches me. "You okay kid?" She asks. "Y-yeah, It's just that, I wasn't expecting to look like that. In the mirror I saw me. I had shaggy blonde hair, bright blue eyes, lots of freckles, an orange shirt on and green cargo shorts. I looked short, and around 15 years old. Why was I so shocked? "What did you expect looking in the mirror kid, a supermodel?" Jamie laughed. I laughed too. I looked around the room and saw a bunch of paintings, and pictures of sculptures posted around her apartment. "Hmm, I gotta give you a name or nickname. I don't want to keep calling you kid or boy while you're here all the time." Jamie thought. I pointed at a group of paintings that I really liked. "Who did these? There totally awesome!" I said. Jamie walked over. "Oh that's Michelangelo. You like him huh? That's what I should call you! Well, a shorter version of it anyway. Ooh! I got it! Michael! I'll call you Michael!" Jamie said. I shrugged. "Sounds good to me I suppose." I told Jamie. It actually sounded familiar.....yet not the same.

"Why do you have so many paintings here anyway?" I asked. "Oh, I'm a artist, well, at least I'm trying to be one. These paintings are suppose to help give me inspiration!" Jamie pointed out. "Over here are my paintings." Jamie said pointing. I looked at them, and they were beautiful! They looked realistic. There was one of a meadow, another of clouds, and another of the Empire State Building. "These are awesome dudette!" I told Jamie. "Thanks, at least you think so.......anyway, it's getting late you should get some sleep!" Jamie told me. I nodded, went back to the bed. "Night Jamie. Thanks for letting me stay." I told her. "No problem Michael! Don't worry, I bet you'll be back home by tomorrow!" Jamie said with a smile. For some reason, I didn't feel so sure about that.......and yet I still drifted to sleep.