This is what I have to say/Disclaimer: I don't own the rights or know any of the members of the Power Rangers. They are the property of Saban. They don't belong to me! And if they did belong to me, I would be quite rich!
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Trent's Journal
June 27th,
Dear Journal,
Today, My younger twin sister, Isabella, & I just learned something that no one wants to hear in their life, especially as they are becoming young adults who are ready to go out into the world of responsibilities. Even for his or her actions-the death of the man who had took me into his home and gave me what anybody could ask for and that not a lot of people wouldn't have done: a home and a life.
The death of our father, Anton Frederick Mercer, who died in a car accident that was caused by a drunk driver, two days ago.
We don't know what to think anymore. The man who took my sister & I in, raised me like his own children, has died. Our heads and hearts are just achy and overwhelmed with mixed emotions and feelings as to what we are feeling after hearing about our father's sudden death. We just can't help but feel completely speechless. Our friends Conner, Ethan, Kira, even our first period science teacher, Dr. Oliver & Hayley, heard about his death and felt sorry for me.
The funeral and memorial is a few days away, but we don't know if we want to go. Conner, Ethan and Kira and even Dr. O & Hayley, are going. I do not know how to explain, so I just say it.
He helped us go though so much and…
I think… it would be best if I tell the story from the beginning. I remember it as if it was yesterday, but maybe I should tell you more about my sister & I before I go on with the story:
Our names are Trent Michael and Isabella Maria Fernandez-Mercer. We once lived in Chester Lakes, a small upper-middle class neighborhood of Los Angeles, California.
Our parents were Mario Santiago and Marisol Margarita Fernandez. We can remember their faces, the memories that we shared together as a family and everything about them.
We remember our mother's long dark chocolate hair, her perfect almond-shape eyes and honey color eyes, her natural beauty that shined from the inside to the outside, the way she would laugh, even as she was laughing and her white teeth shined. She had this warm and tenderness feeling and the sound of her voice, especially when she sang, even to sleep when we were little whenever we would have nightmares or we couldn't go back to sleep. It was like, heaven came to us and the angels were singing to us.
We remember our father's jet-black short hair, his dark brown eyes, his charismatic smile and his graciousness. When my father and I would have our 'Father-and-kids days.' where if he weren't working on that day, he would take my sister & I to the zoo, some baseball games, the movies, go down to the park and play soccer and at the end of the day, we would watch the sun set together.
We felt like the luckiest kids in the world. We had two parents who loved Is & endlessly and felt that nothing would come between us. We were their best friends and they were our best friends.
On second thought, I think I would be best if I continue some of this tomorrow, since my head is feel very overwhelming with what's going on me, now.
Sincerely, Trent.