[Ro's POV]
I sit on my bed until SOMEONE walks in. "What are you doing just sitting there?! Go eat something, your as skinny as a twig!" She yells. I shake my head. "What the heck is wrong with you?!" She yells.

I look down. "I met my father." I whisper. "What?! You met your father?!" She asks, loudly. "Yes. He was the worst man I have ever met." I cry. "Ugh, big baby." She says.

Then she stomps out of my room and slams the door behind her. She's a better parent than The Shredder at least. I can't believe he's my father.

I look up at the clock. It's 8:00. I haven't stepped one foot out of my room all of today. I haven't eaten anything, either. I am hungry, but I don't want to eat.

Just then I hear a knock on my window. I look over and sigh. It's Leo. I get up and walk over to the window. I shake my head. Then he gets a sad look on his face. "Please." He asks, muffled through the window.

"Nah, I'm not feeling it." I say. "Oh come on! I brought you ice cream!" He says. I sigh and unlock the window. He lets himself in. "Listen, I know this is a lot to let in at one time." He says.

I take the ice cream and spoon from him and start to eat it. Vanilla, my favorite. "But, it's gonna be alright." He says. He hugs me but I don't care. Anything he does or says isn't gonna make me feel better.

"Yeah, sure, whatever." I roll my eyes. He releases the hug and frowns. Then he smashes his lips into mine. I push him away. "Leo.." I smile. He blushes and looks away.

I pull him back in and kiss him. When we pull away we both smile like idiots. Okay, maybe THAT can make me feel better.