Sam's thoughts
A.n. I have no idea why I'm writing this... Just am I guess...
Disclaimer: I never ever ever own Power Rangers... Wish I did...
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I don't know why they don't just abandon me at once. I tried to destroy them- indirectly at least. But now it's all over.
Z was telling the truth. No one calls me a freak around here. They think it's cool. The teleportation thing I can do. They don't think I'm a freak, they don't think I'm different, they don't think that I should be shunned. No, they think it's cool, they think it's awesome. They wished they could have powers like that.
"But you guys are kinda old," I said, smiling. I gripped my new bike tightly. The Rangers gave it to me. I knew Z had suggested, and she chipped in the most. Z is awesome. And she was kinda from the streets so she didn't need to spend extra money on some person who who against them a few days before.
"Old?" echoed the Rangers.
"And weird," I said. Then added, "Just kidding." Bridge was looking at my bike, tracing its frame. "When I grow up, I want to be just like you. I want to be a Power Ranger!" I proclaimed, doing a salute as I said it.
"Hey Sam!" said Amanda, she and the rest of my friends were asking me to join them. For training or chilling probably.
"I gotta go, my peeps are calling," I told the Rangers. They laughed. A few days ago, I said 'I didn't have any friends' now I do. And I loved it.
"Cool bike man," said Amanda, eying my bike.
"I know, the Rangers gave it to me," I answered, proudly.
"Awesome," said Aaron.
I thank Z for this. For showing me that not every one calls people like me a freak. I smiled, as I wheeled my bike along with us, heading towards the Rec room.
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Blackie Frogz