Disclaimer: Power Rangers are my muse. I only use the characters to borrow, not for profit or anything that requires money.
Author Note: Hi all, happy Easter! Well, here's another story written by me. Just a random drabble as always. This was inspired by one of the chapters I'm reading for class on perception of self. Read and review.
I am a gymnast, a shop-aholic, and a fun-loving girl. I grew up with a mother, a father, and of course with a little pesky brother. I was always perceived to be a materialistic girl since the beginning, but people perceived me as a stuck up snob growing up.
My parents have gotten a divorce and I have now accepted another man into my life, my stepfather. I know that no one can replace my father, but I still have to love them both as the men that protected me as a teenager.
I had a good life too. I had a supportive family as well as great friends. Many of which, I still consider my second family. One of them captured my heart that day, and he was a great friend through and through.
Growing up, I had many dreams of becoming a world class gymnast. Gymnastics was my muse and I loved every minute of it. It was my life long dream to train with the Pan Globals. However, I had to make some sacrifices as my life began to change.
Change shortly became a reality when I was offered to train in Florida. I was asked by a well-redound coach who coached there. It was an offer that I couldn't refuse. This chance was now.
As years went by, I continued with my craft. I was getting good and things likewise with the man I knew was becoming now a memory.
Now, I had new friends and a chance of being someone. Though, that life quickly became what it is now, a life long dream filled with memories and excitement.
The following months ahead, I wrote the man of my dreams a letter. It was heartbreaking, but my life was quickly changing. Things were quickly changing as did with me.
That following same year, I came home to surprise everyone, including him. I hope and pray that our friendship is still strong. Hopefully, it is.