This is totally my interpretation of PRDT. Made for a friend of mine, yeah he's in here too. He's the blue ranger, so he's the only one I own. Otherwise, it's all owned by disney ~

Alot of it is different, though. Im a C/K fan, so that's how it will be. other changes will occur too, hope you like

espically you duuuude =]

A man was struggling to get out of the building he was in. Explosions of every size sounded as he ran around a corner first, then another. He faltered a moment before he ran though a door, surrounded with metal barrels. The very moment he makes it though the door another explosion of light erupts from behind him.

All the while a monster, yep it's deffinatly a monster runs down darkend stairs and lands on a steamy vent. His head and armor, if you so call it that, are ebbed in spikes. And his voice looms thoughout the dark room. "find him, whatever it takes" He tells several of his mini-monsters.

The man continues to run, faster than before, as he rounds yet another corner. Suddenly a monster appears before him, turns and chases after him. The man somehow gets blown outside and is forced to fight more monsters. Once there were two, there are now dozens. Instantly he takes a fighting stance and starts to defeat these goons. "Yaaah." he grunts as she throws several to the ground. "Eaaah." HE yells again, kicking several in the chest. Another eruption forces him to the gound and fight several more. So he decides that it's best to run, so he does. Running to the edge of a large cliff he realizes its jump or fight. But then yet another gigantic blast makes his choice, so he jumps, unwilling to be ashes, into the crystal blue waters below.

Few years later

Achool starts at Reefside High school, the same man- dressed in a light tan science jacket and maroon shirt walks the halls. He absently fixes at his glasses. Students of every shape, size, and color surround him...making him grow nervous each second.

"Dr Oliver. I'm principal Randall." A woman says as she walks next to him. He takes a second to gather his thoughts and then exends his hand. She seems unintrested.

"Oh, nice to meet you." While his hand still out-stretched towards her, she just glances at it, and continues walking along with him. "It's your first day too isn't it?" Dr. Oliver asked friendly.

"Yes. But im still trying to figure out why a doctor of paleontology would come all the way to Reefside to teach teenagers..." She trailed off, opening her dark brown folder.

"Guess im looking for some peace and quiet." He said shrugging. Principa Radall's eyebrows quirked.

"So you became a high school teacher? That doesn't make a whole lotta sense does it Dr. Oliver?" She asked, effectively making him nervous.

He sighed and looked to the left. "Yah know I was thinking, maybe we should get together... this way you can fill me in on what you expect." She smirked.

"I expect you to make it hard for them, painfull if possible." She smirked again. "If they smile you know your doing something wrong. Now im off to find my first crook." She too looked to the left and the right. "We'll talk later." With that Principal Randall walked off in search of the unfortunate teenager to receive her punishment.

In the Science Room

Dr. Oliver walked into a room full of chaos. Teenagers were yelling and smirking, throwing paper planes... and paper balls. He barely doged a ball that hurtled towards his face. Two students stood out to him. A shy girl, clad in yellow writing in a notebook, and a boy messing with a computer. He decided that enough was enough. "Guys! Settle down, take your seats please..." As he waited for the students to find their seats and settle down he continued to speak. "I'm a, Dr. Oliver and this is first period science. Before we start, are there any questions?" Dr. Oliver looked around untill her spotted a girl in the front row, hand raised. "Yes?"

"Cassidy, Cassidy Cornell..." She had beach blonde hair, that was pulled into a neat pony tail. No strands stuck out, unlike some students... She dressed as though she went to a prepschool. White and pink showed throught her outfit. Probably her favorite color. He though to himself. Groans erupted from every student. "Dr. Oliver, as you may know I'm the anchor and field reporter for our tv newstation..." More groans, and a few eyerolls this time. She put her hands on her hips and 'tched. "Anyway... a few of our viewers were wondering, you don't look old enough to be a teacher." She turned around to yell at the boy with the enormous camera. "Devin are you getting this?" Her voice laced with annoyance.

"Cassidy. I promise you I'm old enough, so let's put the camera up. For now let's talk about you guys...and what you expect from yourselves in this class." He took a pause for a breath, or a dramatic effect...no one knows. "Because that's whats really important." He looked around again and found that a student was missing. "Is, a, someone missing?"

On the soccer field

Two boys- dressed in soccer gear were getting ready to play. Well, one to shoot and the other to act as a goalie, although he was scared out of his wits. A handsome boy with deep brown hair and brown eyes fixed with a red soccer uniform, and a red soccer ball, waited for his buddy to get ready. His face was angular, a square jaw... a nose that was not large, nor small. His lips, too were perfect. Well, everything about him was perfect, or so he was thinking. He kicked the ball up in the aira couple of times, looking around, just incase...someone would see them. No one would see us though. He thought confidently.

The boy, so dubbed as the goalie, was shaking underneath all his padding...hockey padding no less, as the boy with the soccer ball kicked the ball a little higher each time. The goalie whimpered when he saw that he was getting ready to kick it, knowing that the ball would come flying at him. The boy dressed in the soccer uniform kicked the ball up as high as he could, and then spun and kicked it right into the goal. The goalie, however was cowering in the bottom of the next. The boy sighed in frustration.

"Dude...you're supposed to try and stop it." The other boy held up his arms.

"Are you sure we're not going to get intouble for this? I mean the bell rang and it's the first day..." The other boy sighed again.

"Look, if anyone says anything...just tell them that Connor McKnight gave you premission to be out here." His arms were on his waist and one hand waved towards the other boy.

The goalie kid looked to the left, "Yeah but I heard the new principal is crazy!" He slaped his gloves against his helmet. "She worked in a prison or something before she came here!" The other boy, named Connor, extrememly frustrated and upset that his buddy was keeping him from playing soccer sighed.

"Don't worry about Randall...She's a woman." Right about now Principal Randall was walking up behind Connor, hearing his whole speech, "And women are just...grown up girls." The other boy was sending signals, to cease Connor's talking, but being Connor...he wouldn't shut up. "Need I say more?"

"I think you said enough Mr. McKnight..." Connor's face made an 'o'.

Wiping the shock off his face and placing a typical get-out-of-trouble-smile on he turned towards her. "Principal Randall...I have heard such great things about you..." He said, buttering her up...hoping that she wouldn't get them introuble. She stood there, before him, looking scary.

"They're just rumors I can assure you. Go." Connor sighed and threw his head down. He walked off behind her. All the while the goalie sood staring at her. "What are you looking at?" She asked harshly, making Connor turn back, as she took two steps and blasted the ball right at the goalie, throwing him (an the ball) into the net. Connor only looked on with wide eyes, totally in suprise. "Now Get back to class!" She screamed. The poor goalie boy scrambled to get up, scared out of his pants. When she huffed and flattened out her suit jacket she turned around...making Connor jump and continue to walk.

Meanwhile in the school's shead

Two boys looked into a shead, no one was around. "Coast's clear..."The boy with the blue said smiling. He pulled off his blue backpack and pulled out his computer. "Check this out..." The other boy looked on in fascination. The boy in blue smirked and tugged on a white cord. "For the main program..." He hooked to wires together then licked his lips. The other boy kept looking over his shoulder. "To get the code, so the sprinklers go off at different times each day!" He began to type away at his computer keys. They both grinned, knowing that their prank would work efficantly.

On a bench in the middle of the courtyard

A girl sat stumming at her guittar, whilist students listened. She had dirty blonde hair, and too much makeup on. A rebellious musician, as her fellow students liked to call her. She wore a gray shirt over a bright yellow one, and capris, with socks that pulled up under them. On top of that, she had on black hightops. "I want to know, know where you're at... I'm at the front, but baby you're still at the back....oh, can you tell me where your at...Freak you out, freak you...o-out." When she finished everyone around her clapped, although Principal Randall, followed by Connor, did not. She took one moment before opening her folder and pushed at her glasses.

"Miss Ford. I'm afraid you need written premission to preform on school grounds. Let's go." She scribbled something in that folder and attemped to walk off.

"Did you know, kids that play an instrument are 50 precent higher chance of getting into college?" The girl asked, smartly. Connor smirked behind the two girls.

"Well, you're not really college material..." Principal Randall said pulling down at her glasses again, eyeing the girl. The girl sat there...mouth open in shock. I can't believe she just said that to me, of course I'm college material! the girl though. "Now come with me." She slammed her folder closed and stalked off. She hopped off the table and followed the principal through the courtyard...only to be sprayed with the sprinklers. Connor, the girl and Principal Randall and the rest of the kids got soaked! Everyone screamed and ran for dry land...Connor, being the smartie he is, tried to push the water away from him. The girl spun around, guittar in hand, and tired not to let it get wet.

"Just great." The girl muttered wiping water off her guittar. Connor stood there, soaking wet, while Principal Randall noticed Ethan James walking with an umbrella though the courtyard.

"Ethan James...I should have known." She said, if only to herself.

Front office

She pinted to a blue seat. "SIT!" Randall yelled. Each teen was wet, well except for Ethan, for he had his umbrella.

"Principal Randall, I'd just like to mention the fact that there is no hard evidence linking me to the unfortunate sprinkler incident." Ethan said, while the the girl and Connor stared at him in disbelief. His voice suddenly grew softer when Randall took another step towards him.

"Save it for Judge Judy, Mr. James...the three of you have detention." She said as each teens' eyes grew wider. "For one week starting today, Now if there are no questions..." Each teen, minus the soccer boy started mumbling and pointing to themselves.

"I've got computer club!" Ethan said holding his arms out.

"I DIDN'T THINK SO!" She stalked off into her office, leaving three stunned teens.

"Okay, somebody seriously needs a hug." The girl muttered.

Connor's mind, being elsewhere asked, "Dude...computer club?"

Somewhere else in the school

"Dr. Oliver... How was you're first day?" Randall asked suddenly.

"Ah, the kids were great...No problems." He smiled to her, while she kept walking up the stairs.

"Good, you're going to see alot more of them, in detention..." She murmured, gripping the railing after each stair.

"Uh...tell me what I did?" Dr. Oliver said.

"No, you're in charge of it today." Randall said sarcastically.

"Ah, actually I have plans to go to the museum outside of town-"

"Perfect... bring the little monsters with you, that should be sufficent torture them. You've all met I tust?" Randall asked the students and the teacher, as the rounded the stairway. The three teens, picked off earlier for doing various things, stood against the wall. "Well...Enjoy your little outting." She said smirking and walked off.

Dr. Oilver sighed and took off his glasses. "So, you guys like museums?"

YEEEAH, i'm ending it here :] for noww . lol hope you liked itt :]