Disclaimer: I don't own TMNT, or anything that has to do with them; all I own are my OCs

-Kayla's POV-

"It's that time of year again!" my mom's voice rang beside my ear. I groaned and rolled over.

"Five more minutes Mommy," I whined.

"Come on, it's Halloween, you're taking Cassandra's kids trick-or-treating," I looked at my mom, and cracked the biggest grin.

"Cool!" I jumped out of bed, and ran to the showers.

This is the one thing about Cyber School that I like…I don't have to leave the house until my lessons are done.

After taking a long relaxing shower, I went online and did my cyber classes, and then I got in some jeans, and a Justice Force T-shirt, and my blue converses.

"Honey, will you ever out grow comics," I looked at my mom, panic in my eyes.

"Who would ever out grow the Justice Force?" I asked. My mom only rolled her eyes.

"Just go and get the candy that I'm going to give after you go trick-or-treating, and come straight back here so I can get you in your costume," my mom said.

"Mom, I'm fifteen, I'm not a baby anymore," I crossed my arms over my chest.

"But you'll always be my baby," my mom cooed.

I rolled my eyes, and exited the house while slipping on my jean Justice Force jacket, and putting my wallet in my back jean pocket. The grocery store was only a few blocks away from my mom's art shop. Yeah, I live with an artist that thinks I should stop reading my Justice Force comics. The thing is I can read them over and over again.

There was this one hero that I read in one comic…what was his name again…the Turtle…the Turtle…I think it was the Turtle Titan. He was only in one comic, but he was my total favorite hero of all time.

What? I can't help it that I love heroes who are like Batman. To me it shows true strength.

I walked into the store, and saw one of my friends Stretch.

What? It beats his real name Harry.

"Yo, Kayla!" he said as I walked in, he was busy putting groceries inside a brown paper bag for his neighbor Mrs. Johnson.

"Hey, Stretch," I waved, and made my way to the candy aisle.

My mom said I could buy up to ten, I repeat, TEN bags of Halloween candy. She knows it makes me hyper. I know she loves it when I'm hyper because it gives her ideas for paintings.

I grabbed ten bags of candy and I rushed to Stretch's check out.

"So, you have to take the terrible trio trick-or-treating?" he asked.

"I do it every year, I don't mind," I smiled.

"Dang, those three are pure evil, how can you…"

"You just gotta know what they like," I stated, smiling. He sent me an WTF look, and started putting my candy in the bag. I tensed when I felt someone tap my on the shoulder.

"You like Justice Force, too," I looked at the guy in a trench coat and fedora. I grinned.

"Of coarse I do," I grinned, "The name's Kayla."

"Mikey," he nodded. I fell in love with his voice. There is a surfer dude in New York City, how lucky can you get.

Soon we started a conversation about the Justice Force; I told him my favorite character. He said he knew everything about the Turtle Titan. I almost squealed my head off, and kissed him.

But that would be wrong in so many ways; one was being we just met.

"Kayla, there's a line," Stretch said. I smiled at Mikey, and reached into my front jean pocket, pulling out a folded up sheet of paper, and snatched a pen from Stretch.

"Thanks Harry," I grinned. I wrote down my cell, home, and email and I handed it to Mikey.

I grabbed my bag of candy, and left a confused Stretch and Mikey in my dust.