You and I both…

Disclaimer : I don't own Power Rangers or the song.

: In the story they're just normal high school teenagers with no extraordinary powers.
: This is my second story and I hope you like it. Enjoy:)

Chapter One : And so it begins

" Damn, damn, I'll be really late, really really late," Tommy swore under his breath while he jumped out of his jeep. He grabbed his file from the passenger seat and his bag with his other hand. Today was his third day being the new student in Angel Grove high and he didn't dare to say that he had done a very good job on those three days.

Let's see. Two days ago he was late because he was so caught up with the documentary of the the Lost Martial Arts in the National Geographic channel that he didn't go to sleep until about four in the morning, which meant he only got two and a half hour of sleep. And for Tommy Oliver, that'd never be enough. On top all that, he wasn't a morning person as well. Put two and two together, he showed up late at his very first day in his brand new school.

You were wrong if you're thinking the next day would be better. He did wake up two hours before the school started. He woke up, showered, ate breakfast, grabbed his key and went off to school. Everything was alright until abruptly his old jeep began rattling like his uncle who smoked too much cigar before stopping dead in the middle of the street. In his all-panic-mode he saw that the fuel tank was empty. He mentally made note to kick David's butt when he got home later. Being a good brother, Tommy'd actually let him to take the jeep the night before, with a guarantee that David would refill the gasoline. And look what happened. Day two and guess what? Late again.

And now, after being late for two days in a row, he simply couldn't repeat that again. He's pretty sure that his name had been added to the blacklist of Mrs. Applebee's. Definitely not a good impression.

It's a shame that he seemed to have all the bad luck in the world that he actually, no surprise here, forgot to set the alarm last night. A quick shower was in order and he flew right away. He didn't even have the time to pull his hair back into his usual ponytail. The first period for today was history and Mr. Poleman had told all students to hand in the paper on time, which in this case was ten minutes ago.

" Come on, come on," he run through the now empty hallway. Tommy was about to make a turn when a flash of bright pink bumped into him, or did he bump into it? He lost his balance and tumbled backwards, his bag slide from his arm and his blue file dropped to the floor.

" Gosh! What's your problem?" he opened his eyes and figured that the flash of pink he saw was actually a girl wearing a pink T-shirt. She was also sitting on the floor, her hand's rubbing a spot on her forehead.

" Oh, I really don't have time for this," Tommy groaned, bringing himself off the floor. He took the blue file and began running, his mind occupied by the fact that Mr. Poleman wouldn't accept his assignment. The full day research at the library almost drove him crazy and sitting in front of the computer for four glorious hours almost made him blind. He must accept it.

" Hey! Don't you know that there is to be no running in the corridor?" he heard the girl shouting and he spared a few seconds to turn his head. She frowned and got on her feet. Tommy would happily respond if only he wasn't so late. Thus he just ignored her and continued his sprint, silently praying that Mr. Poleman was also late. Yeah Tommy, as if.

Finally he made it to his class in one piece. It's a great relief that he didn't meet with his other teachers on his way there or he would get into another trouble. Tommy stood in front of the door, swallowing hard. He tried to calm his breaths. Mr. Poleman's whispery voice could be heard faintly and Tommy realized that the mid-aged teacher had started teaching. Taking a deep breath of air, he knocked and waited until Mr. Poleman replied. When he did, Tommy quitely turned the handle open.

" My, my, my," Jac Poleman shook his head, his hazel eyes pierced Tommy's very soul. " look what we got here,"

Tommy tried to smile, taking a step inside the class. He closed the door and turned back to the displeased history teacher. The class was quiet and from the corner of his eyes he could see that Jason and Zack were laughing mutely at him. " I'm sorry, Mr. Poleman, I was-," the gesture of Mr. Poleman's hand stopped his sentence.

" I don't want to hear any excuses from you, Mr. Oliver," his gaze moved down from Tommy's head to his toe. He put his textbook on the table and said, " it's a beautiful morning and I won't let a tardy student," Tommy's face turned red. " ruin my wonderful day. I hope this will not happen again in the future,"

" It won't," Tommy quickly answered. He felt a weight lifted from his shoulders.

" You can put your paper in the table and you may go to your seat," he finished and picked up his book. " now where were we?"

Tommy shot Jason a smirk and took his file out. He pulled out the paper inside and the grin on his face diminished in a fraction of seconds. This is so not happening…

He looked down at the paper with confusion. It's supposed to be the five thousand words essay, his first assignment in his new school, but what he found was…

Down the road,

We'll never know

What life may have on store

Winds of change,

will rearrange Our lives more than-

What the hell?

He quickly reached for the file that lay on the table and looked at the label attached on the cover. Instead of the name Thomas Oliver he found the name Kimberly Hart printed in an irritating flowery font.

" Tommy, any problem?" he was so caught up with the matter in his hand that he didn't notice Mr. Poleman had once again stopped teaching.

Kimberly Hart…

" Damn that guy!" Kim rubbed her forehead, trying to rub out the soreness that lingered. He almost knocked her out and he just went without even apologizing, just a glance. A stupid glance to make sure she's still alive. He didn't even help her to get up. Jerk.

Kim was on her way to Ms. Monique's office when all of the sudden an unknown boy bumped into her, sending her straight to the floor. She was pretty sure she never saw him before. Just by thinking of him and her tender forehead, she felt her temper rising again. Just wait until she met him again!

" Come in," the gentle voice of her music teacher replied to her knock and Kim opened the door. The young teacher was sitting behind her desk and there's a man with glasses sat across her. Kim smiled nervously and bolted the door behind her.

" Good morning, Kimberly," Ms. Monique greeted her sweetly, her lips forming a smile.

" Good morning," Kim nodded her head and shook the man's hand.

" Now, why don't you take a seat," once Kim was settled, the teacher began to speak. " Kim is one of the best students we have. She was last year's school president and also a great gymnast,"

Kim couldn't help but blushing. The redhead teacher noted her change of expression and smiled delicately.

" She's also a talented musician and we have decided to send her song to the Sound and Music competition," she looked back at Kim and introduced the man. " Kim, this is Mr. Brightman. Jerry Brightman. He used to be my teacher back in the university and when I told him about you, he really interested to meet you and of course, listen to your song,"

" Hi Kimberly," Mr. Brightman's voice kinda reminded Kim of her father's. Deep and comforting. Kim nearly laughed at the situation. Just like his name, his smile was surely so 'bright'. He had a set of very nice teeth for an old man. Her dentist would give him a standing ovation.

" Nice to meet you, Mr. Brightman,"

" So, I believe that is your work," he pointed the file on her hand. " may I?"

" Oh, of course," Kim quickly gave the file to the grey haired man. Her heart thumped on her chest. Ms. Monique secretly winked at her and Kim stiffled her laugh. She liked Ms. Monique. In fact, it'd be hard to find a student who didn't adore the young teacher. She's in her mid twenties, had a slighty funky attitude and she could communicate with the teenagers easily. In addition, she's an easy going person who never gave much homework. The last one was more likely the reason why every student loved her dearly.

Ms. Monique was the one who told Kim about the competition and had encouranged her to participate. And now she's introducing her to her teacher. Kim knew that Mr. Brightman was the man in his time. He's a famous conductor about a decade ago and-

" Excuse me, Kimberly," Mr. Brightman cut her trail of thoughts. " your name is Kimberly right?"

" Yes," Kim's eyebrows furrowed together and she chewed her lower lips. An old habit she found hard to kill when she was nervous.

His eyes sparkled with mirth. " Are you sure you're not Thomas Oliver?"

" Who?" Kim nearly shouted. What did he say?

" See for yourself," he kindly handed her the papers and she could feel her hand trembling when she received them. Her eyes scanned the page fast and what she saw nearly make her faint.

The Critique of Pure Reason and Its Impact in History

An Assessment

By Thomas Oliver

What? How? Why? All thoughts swirled around in her head before the fact struck her mercilessly. That guy! The guy from earlier. The irresponsible jerk.

Oh damnit, Thomas Oliver!

: Thank you for reading! So what do you think, should I continue? Please review, let me know what you think. No flame!

- Yuuri