Tmnt #mikey Novels & Stories

"Michael. But you can call me Mikey." "Mikey, how fitting," he said, his goofy grin still present. "Oh and this amazing person next to me is going to be the next Bill Gates, I'm sure of it!" "Shut up, you turd," his friend yelled, hitting him in the head. Then he looked at him and gave a small smile. "Eric." And from that moment, Mikey knew that Anton Emma was something. He would be the key to reaching his goal in football.

I picked one up, pictured Mikey’s face, and tossed it in, watching as it landed atop the others. “I’m sorry,” I whispered. “I’ll take care of them. I promise.” I looked up at the gravestones nearby, wondering what Mikey’s would be like when it arrived in a week or two. Penelope had wanted his picture on it, the same one we’d used on the program. I pulled the rippled paper out of my pocket and looked at it for the first time, reading his name, seeing his blue eyes sparking up at me, so full of life. Mikey Cattaneo.

Man, what a happy past . "Mirchan? What are you thinking?" Mikey asked me. "Nothing. Just a happy memory of mine." I answer him. He eats taiyaki here at the shrine. "You? What are you thinking?" "Hm? Oh .. I'm thinking about her." Mikey replied. "Man, who? Which of the two?" I asked him. "Her." he replied. I gasped. Jeez, can't believe he's not yet over with Yen.