Disclaimer: I don't own anything, but the title and how I will be portraying this. However, Power Rangers are owned by Saban International, now Disney (Jetix), so don't sue me.
Summary: Tommy relives his memories in a small short-story autobiography.
Author Notes: This is my first fic where I will be writing how the character feels and acts. Meaning, I will be speaking in first person throughout this fic. So, please be kind and review.
Prologue: So, today is moving day. I hate moving. Moving to me is like stupid, no wait – more like crazy. My parents James and Marie Oliver had got new jobs, so why are we moving again? Good question. We're moving to a new city. Should I be excited? I don't know.
"Tommy!" A voice shouted from the stairs. "Are you all packed?"
I groaned as I carried the last of the few boxes from my bedroom.
"Thomas," My father said as he helped me with my box. "You'll like Angel Grove. I enrolled you into a high school there."
I sighed to myself. I don't want to move. I really don't. I have my friends here as well as my karate club. No one can beat our team – we're undefeated. Now, without their captain, they'll lose this year's state championship.
"Angel Grove?" I questioned my father who was a highly acclaimed dojo instructor here. "And does the high school have a karate club?"
My father laughs to himself as he carried my box to the moving truck. Maybe this move will be worth it.
Later that night, I spent my last few hours with friends and reminiscing about the good ol' days.
"Yo Oliver," My teammate and co-captain Damien said as he patted my back. "Don't forget about us, huh?"
"I won't," I said with a reply as I gave him a man hug. "I'm sure Angel Grove won't be any better. After all, I have you all here."
My friends Damien, Jared, Richard, and Kevin nodded.
"Aw," Richard joked as he took another slice of pizza from the box. "Isn't that sweet?"
"You got to admit, O" Kevin said with a grin after drinking some Pepsi "That our team's better."
"Yes, Kevin," I said with a joking grin on my face. "We're ten times better."
"Oh, Oliver," Jared said as he pulled out a box. "This is from my sister – Amy. You remember you took her to homecoming?"
I laughed and opened the box.
"Who wouldn't forget Amy," I smirked as I looked at the picture. "She was fine as hell."
"Watch it!" Jared laughed as he nudged my arm. "She said that you better not find another pretty girl in Angel Grove."
"Haha," I laughed as I looked at her picture she put in a frame from our homecoming dance. "I'm single, she's single, and so what's the deal with the whole 'committed' thing."
Jared and I laughed as our friends looked us weirdly. He and I grew up together. As far as I could remember, he looked out for me. Since we were seven years old, he told me about his twin sister Amy who was a gymnast and a dancer, and man, was she cute. Then again, we're now teenagers, and I still think she's cute.
With pizzas stuffed in our pits of our stomach, we said our final goodbyes. I didn't want to leave the life I knew. Although, I guess I'll give Angel Grove a shot.