A/N: Deleted the first chapter author's note. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own anything Power Rangers.
Kim Hart put the last of her belongings into her last suitcase and zipped it up. She looked around the now empty room that she had lived in for the past several months. The Pan Global Games were now over, and she was heading back to Angel Grove for her senior year of high school. She glanced around one last time to make sure everything was gone, and pushed her suitcases out into the hallway. Some of her floormates, Haley, Pamela, and Jessica, ran over to her.
"Do you really have to go?" Pamela asked with a sad look on her face.
"Yeah, can't you stay and try-out for the Pan Globals again?" Jessica asked.
Kim smiled slightly. "You know I'd love to, but I really want to finish my senior year, and my mother insisted that I fly back to Angel Grove."
At that moment, Kim's mom walked down the hall. "Kimberly, it's time to go. The cab's waiting."
"We'll miss you, Kimmy," Haley said.
"I'll miss you guys too! I'll stay in touch." She hugged the three girls, then grabbed one of her suitcases and threw her duffel bag over her shoulder. Her mom grabbed the other suitcase, and the two made their way down the hallway to the elevators. As they waited for the elevator to reach their floor, Kim turned around to glance at her friends. As the elevator "dinged," they waved at her. Kim waved back, and then walked into the elevator.
Once they were outside, the cab driver hopped out of the car and helped load Kim's belongings into the trunk. The two climbed into the back of the car and the driver started driving to the airport.
The ride was silent, and Kim could tell that the silence was killing her mom. "Are you excited to go back home?" her mom asked, hoping for some conversation. Kim shrugged, refusing to speak. Her mom sighed. "Your room is all ready for you."
"Great."
"Did I do something wrong?"
"You're making me go back to a place where I'm hated."
"Oh, Kimberly, not this again."
"What do you mean 'not again'? I broke up with my boyfriend through a letter! We'd been dating for two years, and I couldn't even call him! I'm a coward, and everyone back home knows it. They probably all hate me."
"Wasn't there another boy you were dating for a while? Oh, what was his nameā¦Seth? Simon? Sergio?"
"Steven, Mother. And I don't want to talk about it."
"Why not? Last I heard, he was 'The One' you were madly in love."
"I said I don't want to talk about it, Mom."
"What ever happened to him?"
"I said, I DON'T WANT TO FREAKING TALK ABOUT IT!"
The rest of the ride to the airport was silent. The tension was so thick, you could cut it with a knife. Kim just stared out the window, trying to ignore her mother. Once they were at the airport, Kim still refused to say a word. Through checking the bags, security, and even the wait before the plane arrived, it was pure silence. By the time they were settling into their seats on the plane, Kim's mom had had enough. "Kimberly Ann Hart, I don't know what this boy did to you, but I don't think I deserve a three hour long silent treatment because of it!"
Kim just looked at her mother, then pulled her walkman out of her bag and put the headphones on. She didn't turn the music on, but her mother knew that when the walkman was out, Kim really didn't want to be bothered.
A few hours and one boring in-flight movie later, the plane landed in LAX. Kim still hadn't spoken a word to her mother since they had boarded the plane, and she wasn't planning on doing that for quite a while. After they had gotten all of their suitcases out of baggage claim and loaded up Kim's mom's car, Kim hopped into the passenger's seat, headphones still in her ears. After they had unloaded and moved Kim back into her old room, Kim finally spoke one word to her mother.
"Night."
With that, she closed her bedroom door behind her and locked it. She could hear her mother sigh in defeat on the other side of the door before the sound of her footsteps made their way to the other end of the hall.
Kim started going through her suitcases, unpacking, hanging clothes up in her closet, putting random pictures from Florida up on her wall. She went about this for a while, then once the clock struck 10:00pm, she felt so incredibly tired that she flopped down on her bed, still in the sweats she had been wearing all day. Her internal clock was still telling her that it was Florida time, which meant 1:00am. She had to be up for school in eight hours, and she needed her rest, especially for the day she knew she would have tomorrow.
