When I was seven I snuck out of the Lair a lot to go exploring on my own. It was summer and I was peeking out of a storm drain when I saw her. She had to be at least a couple years older than me, with a big smile on her face and a pink bow in her hair. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. She looked amazing. 
Just like that, I had my first crush on the first human girl I saw. Before her, the only girls I’d seen were the ones in the old picture books Master Splinter read to us. 
I kept going back to that storm drain, even if it was farther away than my usual spots. She wasn’t always there and that sucked, but somehow it made the times she was better. Sometimes she was playing with her friends or walking her dog with her dad. Those times were nice, but my favorites were when she was drawing on her stoop. She couldn’t do it often, ‘cause people kept coming in or out of her building, but she looked so happy when she could. She always worked so hard on her drawings too. I never really saw them, but I could tell from the look on her face. 
I always felt bad when her mom washed them away, and it didn’t help that water ended up going my way. 
The last time I saw her was six months after I met her. I just came to the storm drain for the first time in about a week when I saw the moving truck. It was full and her dad was just closing the back when she came out of the building for the last time. She was holding her dog and was still wearing that big smile I loved. She was excited to leave. 
I didn’t exactly feel the same. 
She then climbed into the truck with her parents and drove away. 
I didn’t know how to feel after that. It hurt, but I didn’t want to cry or anything. I just turned around and went back home. I never went back to that storm drain. 
No, I don’t think about her much, but I won’t forget her. 
Her name?
It was Mona.