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"HAH!"

Michelangelo slammed his tower's window open as his small pet chameleon camouflaged behind a flower pot, hoping the box turtle wouldn't find him. Michelangelo knew what he was doing and smirked.

"Hmm, Well, I guess Buddy's not hiding out here." Michelangelo slowly walked away, pretending to give up.

Buddy smiled triumphantly, quietly snickering. At least until a strand of blonde hair wrapped around his tail and pulled him up.

"Gotcha!" Mikey exclaimed as he hung upside down, looking at the chameleon who also hung upside down. Mikey jumped down, then lowered his pet down. "That's 22 for me. How about twenty three, out of forty five?"

Buddy shook his head no, not wanting to play anymore since the turtle kept on winning.

"Okay, well, what do you want to do?" Mikey asked, sitting down at the edge of the window, his feet dangling down the tower. Buddy perked up and lifted his tail down, pointing out, signaling he wants to go to the outside world. Mikey picked him up by the tail as he set him over his lap. "Yeah, I don't think so. I like it in here and so do you."

Buddy stared at him blankly, only blowing a raspberry at the obvious lie, and then proceeds to pout. "Oh, come on Buddy, it's not so bad in there."

Mikey went back inside, holding the chameleon in his hands, his long blonde hair dragging across the floor.

Mikey threw his hair over the roof, opening the blinds to let some light inside the place. He jumped down enthusiastically, looking over at the clock that Buddy stood on until Mikey held him in his hands.

"7a.m. the usual morning lineup, starting the chores I sweep 'til the floors all clean."

Mikey swept the floor, accidentally sweeping some of the dust onto Buddy's face who just opened his eyes, not really surprised. Mikey only kept on cleaning.

"Polish and wax, do laundry and mop and shine up. Sweep again, and by then it's like 7:15."

Mikey looked over at the clock, noticing it was still early and sighed. He walked over to his shelf, grabbing the only three books there were.

"So I'll read a book, or maybe two or three. I'll add a few new paintings to my gallery."

Mikey used his hair to help him up as he painted his walls. Buddy only held his paint pallet for him to use.

"I'll play guitar, and knit, and cook and basically; Wonder when will my life, begin?"

Mikey had just finished baking a pie before he looked over a wall that was yet to be painted, covered with two red curtains and a fake wooden door. He used his thumb to measure just how big it is. Buddy did the same as he stood on Mikey's shoulder, smiling to himself.

Soon, Mikey moved the wooden fake door and smiled as he saw how much space there was and immediately painted the wall with a dark shade of blue.

"Then after lunch, it's puzzles, and darts and baking. Paper-mache , a bit of ballet, and chess."

As Mikey danced ballet, he accidentally got tangled in his own hair and fell onto the floor with a shriek. He lifted his arm, moving his chess piece and won against Buddy to his surprise.

"Pottery, and ventriloquy, candle making."

"Then I'll stretch, maybe sketch. Take a climb, sew a dress."

Mikey smiled as he made a replica of his clothing and put it on Buddy who was unamused by this and stood still.

"And I'll re-read the books. If I have time to spare, I'll paint the walls some more, I'm sure there's room somewhere."

Mikey and Buddy looked around for some room to paint in the walls, but all of them were used up. Not only that, the box turtle was beginning to grow bored.

"And then I'll brush, and brush, and brush, and brush my hair. Stuck in the same place I've always been."

Mikey sighed tiredly as he finally finished brushing his hair, looking over to Buddy who was using a strand of Mikey's blond hair as a hammock to sleep in.

"And I'll keep wondering, and wondering, and wondering. Wondering, just when will my life begin?"

Mikey jogged over to the open window of the tower, looking up to the sky where the floating lights would appear.

"Tomorrow night, the lights will appear. Just like they do on my birthday, each year."

Mikey moved away from the window, looking back inside as he looked up towards his newest painting.

"What is it like out there, where they glow? Now that I'm older. Mother might just let me go."

Mikey drew himself on the painting, looking over to the glowing lights in the night sky of the painting. He sighed sadly, wondering.

When will his life begin?

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You slid down the castle roof swiftly with two others that were under the names of: Frida and Venus. You carefully walked and hopped from pillar to pillar.

As you all reached the roof of the castle. You looked over to the village, admiring the beautiful view.

"Wow, I could get used to a view like this!" You smiled.

"[FAKE NAME], Come here!" Venus, one of the criminals you worked with whispered to you, annoyed with you already.

"Hold on." You said, smirking to yourself and placed both your hands over your hips. "Yep, I'm used to it. Guys, I want a castle."

"We do this job, you can buy your own castle." Frida smirked, walking over to you and yanking on the collar of your shirt, pulling you back towards them to do your job.

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You were lowered slowly by Venus and Frida down, your eyes on the prince's crown that was guarded by a bunch of royal guards.

"Ah-choo!" One of the guards sneezed.

"Hay fever?" You questioned with a smirk, leaning against the pedestal, with the crown on your hands.

"Yeah." The guard nodded, despite not knowing who said that. The guard realized soon after, his eyes widened as he turned around to see the crown gone. He looked up to see a glimpse of you escaping through the roof. "Wait, what? Hey, wait!"

"Can't you picture me in a castle of my own? I mean, I certainly can." You ran beside Venus and Frida who both ignored you as they also ran across the bridge out of the village.

"Oh, the things we've seen and it's only eight in the morning. Gentlewomen, this is a very big day!" You exclaimed.

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