(A/N: For those who don't get the wrong idea, an Anti-heroine is a female central character in a story, film, or drama who lacks conventional heroic attributes.)

At Roosevelt High School...

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I watched the high schoolers chatting, playing catch, and signing up for clubs while I sat underneath a large Oak Tree; Alone on a bench while listening to Skillet. I haven't gotten many friends since I first arrived in New York, nor when I transferred to this school. Already knew that there weren't such heroes here—until last night when I discovered a turtle mutant existed in these parts, which meant the Shredder was in the city.

Suddenly, the bell rang, and everyone rushed to class. As I followed, a group of jocks and their girlfriends pushed me against the wall. One grabbed my collar and started beating me up until I was sliding down to the ground. 

I was used to this bullying, so it didn't bother me in the slightest. 

"Any last words, Jennifer?" One taunted. 

I remained silent, which infuriated one of the girlfriends and before they could get a chance to harm me further; The Principal came out and shouted for them to leave me alone to which I smirked, "You're. In. Trouble." 

Those were my last words before revealing that I had the Principal's contact information to let him hear the entire beating and attend my class.

In a dull science class, I absentmindedly drew Leonardo, the blue turtle, in my notebook. Confusing emotions swirled inside me—I felt sick yet happy, awful yet wonderful. It was a strange mix of feelings, like butterflies fluttering in my stomach:

'Why am I thinking about this blue ninja turtle? I just met him last night, but I just can't stop thinking about him and why am I blushing like crazy?' 

I refused to feel it, so I decided to secretly meditate in class with my hands together. Following that, it was time for math class. On my first day there, I showed the professor the actual answer but assured him that he was close to getting it right, indicating his competence. It still surprises him that I excel in every class and consistently receive full A+'s.

Of course, this also means that I have advanced math homework due to not needing to attend class. I've already completed the test yesterday, so there's no need for me to study again. While the class was still engaged, I seized the opportunity to visit the restroom. Since it's seldom used, I carefully slipped in, removed my hoodie, and took off my black motorbike gloves. 

Exposing my pale white skin, along with my face donning white-pink lips, my jet-black hair styled in a grown-up pixie cut, dark bangs beneath my striking silver eyes where on my right is a scar over it.

Yes, I am the Dark Ninja but, my real name is Jennifer Knight. 

Anyway, I was slowly washing my hands and arms before I slowly stared at my reflection, I had bruises on my neck where Hun had harmed me last night, and my knuckles were covered in bandages after the bullies beat me up. After washing up, I put on my hoodie and motorbike gloves again before taking out a leftover sandwich, a small water bottle, and some painkillers to go with it. 

As soon as I finished eating, drinking, and taking my painkillers, I tiredly sighed since I was confused by these new feelings; Lost in thought, I didn't notice someone entering the restroom until I glanced at a girl through the mirror, who happened to be my age. She had red hair, in a ponytail with a yellow hairband, wore a yellow t-shirt with the number 5 on it and a black long-sleeve top underneath, along with denim shorts, black leggings, blue and white striped socks, and black ankle-length boots. 

She noticed me with a confused and concerned gaze: "Hello. Are you okay? Is something bothering you?"

I was confused about why a random girl would ask me something about how I felt. 

I grumbled: "I'm doing fine, thank you." I started walking away when she gently grabbed my arm, before I could even pull her away from me, she put the painkillers in my pocket and spoke, "I may know what you're going through, but know that you can have someone to talk to."

"I don't need anyone's pity, because I'm a freak and a lone wolf." I calmly snapped, "It's none of your business or anyone else's so don't waste your time feeling sorry for me!" 

I stormed off angrily, leaving the red-headed girl confused and stunned. 

Not regret my words at all, which was true on my part, no one needs to know that I am troubled of any sort because I did, I would get someone in danger so no emotions or that. With that, I left without giving her a chance to say sorry. 

No one's POV: After classes...

Once Jennifer Knight finished her classes, she immediately placed her finished assignments in her locker before she left for work at the library; Ms. Nicole was a disabled old lady who owned the library near the pizzeria. According to small info she got from her, she had a hard time reaching shelves after she got into a car accident in Chicago. 

Leaving her unable to walk. 

Jennifer entered and got to work. 

A couple of hours later, Jennifer had finished organizing and began playing Skillet again on her way home. When she got to her own apartment, she collapsed on the futon with a loud "Poof" sound, before she began crying in tears as pain shot right into her body, and saw that her skin was turning whiter than before.

She looked like a vampire except for the purple & blue bruises being decorated over her body and the fading scars on her back. Getting up, Jennifer took out the painkillers that April handed her and began swallowing them again with water before she crawled over to her small cabinet to take out her first-aid kit.

Where a couple of healing ointments were neatly placed inside the box, "I need some vitamins to heal me." she mumbled while eating her tangerine fruit and began thinking about when she had the perfect moment to get killed that same night when Leo's face appeared in her mind. Jennifer groaned in annoyance started to feel tired and headed to sleep on the soft futon.