~Third Person POV~
Melanie was the first to wake up the very next morning. She sat up and stretched, yawning. She fixes her blond hair with her fingers and went into the kitchen. She heard her stomach growl and thought of food. She brought out some eggs from the fridge and set them down on the counter.
'I wonder if I should just let Kat cook. She's awesome at scrambled eggs!'
She turned around at the sound of yawning and saw Becca come in, rubbing her eyes. She looks up to see Melanie and smirks.
"Sup Mel?"
"The ceiling, duh!" Mel said innocently.
Becca rolled her eyes and sat on the counter, noticing a slip of paper right next to her. She picks it up and looks at Melanie.
"Hey, is this yours?"
"No." Mel said without looking.
Becca looks back down at the slip of paper and begins to read.
'Dear turtles and friends,
I didn't really have the frickin guts to tell you this personally but I had to tell you some point. I'm sorry it had to end this way...but I'm leaving. But by the time you have read this, I have probably already have made it to the airport. I gotta go. Later.
~Megan'
Becca paled and then turned furious. "Oh HAIL NAH!!!"
"What?" Melanie turned from the stove.
"What the shell, Melanie?! You didn't SEE this before you came in?!"
"What is wrong with you?! What did I do?!" Mel screamed.
Becca runs out of the kitchen, holding the paper and running around the entire lair.
"GUYS! GUYS! GUYS! CODE RED! CODE RED! MEGAN'S GONE! SHE LEFT! WE HAVE TO FIND HER!"