Notes: Alright, incase you're confused this is the second episode of my World Force fiction. As I have stated before, each episode will be a whole new story because each ep. has multiple chapters. To understand what's going on here you'll have to read the last episode called "Custom Colors." This episode is mainly about Mark and some problems he's dealing with at home. Please enjoy this episode, I have a lot in store for it so I think you'll like it.

Disclaimer: Yeah, I don't own Power Rangers, never have, never will. So don't come crying to me when you find that this is better then anything Saban or Disney ever came up with.

A New End

Mark rolled over in his bed, turning his head toward where his nightstand was. He peeked through squinted eye at his alarm clock that sat blaring "Sound of Settling" through its lone speaker. The bright green numbers flashed "6:03 am." He had almost an hour until school started, giving him enough time for breakfast.

He sighed and pulled himself into an upright position, letting the bunched up blanket fall to the floor. He slapped his hand against the clock, turning it off. Wearily he made his way to the closet and pulled the door open. In the nick of time he was able to dodge the mound of clothes and belongings that came poring out. He picked out an old pair of jeans and a t-shirt that probably hadn't been washed in some time and threw them on. He quickly sprayed on some axe and headed downstairs to see if his mom had finished making breakfast.

Mark's bare feet hit with a smack against the tile floor as he jumped the last three steps. He was about to walk around the corner that lead to the front room when he heard his mother and father talking on the other side. Confused, Mark put his back against the wall in leaned toward the living room as far as he dared. His dad was supposed to be away on another business trip, what was he doing home so early?

"Stephen we can't keep this from the kids any longer," Mark's mother spoke sternly, but in a slightly hushed tone. She obviously didn't want him or his brother Sammy to hear this conversation. "Sooner or later Mark is going to realize where you've been going." His mom continued. "He's a smart boy you can't keep this from him."

"I know, I know," Mark's father replied solemnly. "I just didn't think I would be leaving so soon. I wanted to give them more time to adjust to the idea."

"We should have told them from the beginning."

"You were the one that said we should hold off." Mark could hear the anger in his father's voice starting to rise.

Many times before Mark had listened in on his parents fights. He had only been 10 years old when he found out what the word 'divorce' meant. He was confused about why his father was only around on weekends, but now he knew completely. Though they were no longer married his parents remained some what of friends, even if it was only for their kid's sake. His dad lived only about 15 minutes away and would even occasionally stay the night. Despite the divorce Mark still considered them all to be a family.

"Well I'm not the one running off to New York to join a firm I've only been dealing with for two months!" Mark sat up when he heard his mother yell this as his father.

"This move is good for me!" His father yelled back.

"But what about what's good for you kids?! What, they don't play a role in your big plan so you just push them aside?"

"You know that's not true. I love Mark and Sammy but I've been working for this since I got out of collage. I can't pass this up!"

Unable to listen anymore, Mark turned and ran back up the stairs toward his bedroom. Filled with anger he slammed his door behind him, refusing to care if his parents heard. He couldn't believe this was happening. After everything they had been through, after years of always sticking together it was his father who threw it all away.

Incapable of holding his anger inside him any longer, Mark balled up his fist and thrust it against the wall. His hand came down against the wall and smashed through the first layer of dry wall. He pulled his hand back out and whipped the dust off. His hand was red and shook with pain but it was nothing compared to the pain he felt deep inside his heart.

Suddenly Mark heard a pounding on his door and the sound of his mother's voice. "Mark, are you alright in there? Come on out and talk to me."

"I'm fine!" Mark yelled at the brown door. "I don't wanna talk."

"Come on, I have breakfast ready. Come out please."

"I'll be there in a minute." Mark spoke through his clenched teeth, controlling the urge to put another hole in the wall.

He heard his mothers footsteps recede as she headed back downstairs. This finally gave Mark a chance to stop and relax. He laid down on his bed and stared up at the ceiling. After a while he looked over at his clock that now flashed "6:38 am." He pulled himself up and sat on the edge of the bed looking at the pile of belongings that had fallen out of his closet.

Moving quickly, Mark put on his shoes and dug out his backpack that had made its way to the bottom of the pile. He silently creped out of his room, down the stairs and toward the front door. He picked up the wallet and car keys that sat on the door side table and bolted out the door. He knew he wouldn't be able to run away from his family forever, but right now the only thing he wanted to do was get away.

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Amanda and Lisa stood in front of the Amanda's locker leafing through the fashion magazine Lisa had picked up earlier that morning. The annual homecoming dance was coming up and, of course, Lisa planned on being fully prepared weeks before everyone else.

"How about this one?" Amanda pointed to a bright pink and purple dress. The skirt flowed down past the models feet as the spaghetti straps hung snuggly over her bony shoulders.

Lisa wrinkled her nose and gave a disapproving "Nah…" The turned a few more pages before Lisa finally slapped her hand on one dress and practically yelled "That one!" It was a long, dark purple dress that had a Romanesque look to it. The one large strap pulled over the models left shoulder and tied together in the back to two other straps that came from under the left arm and around the right side. In front there was a large, silver diamond shaped piece that pinned up a piece of the dress on the right side.

"You're looking for a homecoming dress already?" Elizabeth said in disbelief as she looked over her two friends shoulders at the magazine.

"It's only a month away." Lisa replied.

"Lisa, it's homecoming, not prom." Liz explained hopelessly. "You don't even have a date yet."

"That's a small technicality." Lisa said, closing the magazine and stuffing it into her purse. "Easily solvable." She smirked devilishly.

"It's always better to be prepared." Amanda laughed.

"Well you won't find me at any school dance." Liz said in slight disgust.

"You know we should go as a group," Amanda suggested. "We haven't done that since freshman year. I'm sure the guys would be up for it."

"Up for what?" Jon said as he came up to the small group of girls.

"That sounds cool," Lisa said slowly. "But I'm still bringing a date." She added.

Amanda explained what they were talking about to Jon. "We were thinking about going as a group to the homecoming dance."

"Homecoming?" Jon replied, sounding surprised. "That festivity won't be coming up for another full celestial rotation."

"Um…" Lisa stared at the white ranger for a moment, trying to decipher what he had just said. "Right… but I want to be ready now." She looked at the other two girls to make sure that was the correct response. Amanda just stifled a laugh while Liz smiled in amusement.

All of a sudden there was a loud crash at the other end of the hall. The four teens turned to see Mark standing at his locker… or what was left of it. Right in the center of the metal door there was a large dent where Mark had just kicked his foot. The four friends exchanged worried looks before going up to him, however cautiously.

"You know there's an easier way to open it." Liz said frankly. Mark just gave her an irate glare before pulling out the books he would need for his morning classes.

"Are you feeling alright?" Amanda asked, worried that her friends temper might get him into trouble.

"Yeah," Mark closed the dented locker door and turned to his gang of friends. "I've just had a bad morning."

"Anything you wanna talk about?" Amanda probed delicately.

"Not really," Mark replied plainly.

They all turned and started walking in a group down the hall. Like most other kids they walked aimlessly through the hallways in the morning until the bell rang. Sometimes they would head to the cafeteria for breakfast, but for now they just walked.

"So, Mark," Lisa started, "we were just talking about homecoming and we thought we all might just go as a group."

"You bringing dates?" He asked, knowing he was the only one in the group who had a girlfriend.

"Lisa probably will," Amanda answered. "I might if someone asks me."

Liz laughed mildly, "Jon and I can go if no one asks us."

"Be conscientious, Liz," John warned his friend. "One can never predict a forthcoming experience."

"Why do you girls always think about these sort of things months in advanced?" Mark said, shaking his head.

"Well girls have a lot more to do then guys," Lisa explained. "We have to make sure we have a date, get the flower for the guy, make a hair appointment, go get our nails done, buy a dress, do our makeup, sometimes we have to buy new shoes-"

"Okay, I get it, I get it." Mark laughed, throwing his hands up in defense.

"High school dance are just so over rated." Liz said, wrinkling her nose. "We should just skip the whole thing and have a party of our own."

"Oh, I like that idea," Amanda said, turning her friends fooling into actuality.

"What about going as a group?" Lisa protested. She had never once missed a school dance and was almost offended at the thought of her friends wanting to skip it.

"Awe, common Lisa," Mark put his hand on her shoulder, "it wouldn't kill you to miss one dance. Besides, a party with just us is a lot better then being stuck in a hot gym, pretending to have fun while spending way too much on a date we'll never see again until our high school reunion."

"Well stated, Mark." Jon laughed. "A social gathering of our own sounds much more appealing." He said to the whole group.

"Well…" Lisa considered the options. "It would mean less to do."

"Yeah, let's do it." Amanda urged.

"I'm in." Mark said approvingly.

"I'll defiantly participate." Jon smiled.

"Alright fine," Lisa gave in. "I'm in too."

"We should do it at my place." Liz already started planning it out in her head. "We can stay up all night watching movies and playing those weird teen games."

"Oh!" Amanda jumped. "We should go bowling before hand. I guarantee the ally will be empty."

"No, lets go ice-skating instead." Lisa finally appeared to be joining in on the whole idea.

"Um…" Mark spoke. "How about rollerblading? Ice-skating is more of a girl thing."

"I'm up for rollerblading." Liz said happily.

"I think I'll just watch." Jon said uneasily.

"Oh, no you don't." Liz nudged him. "You're skating right along with the rest of us."

The bell finally rang, forcing them all to split up to head to their separate classes. Along the way Mark saw his girlfriend, Stacy, waiting for him at her locker.

"I have to tell you something." Stacy said seriously.

"If it's about homecoming I have a way better idea." Mark stopped her. "We're all going to the roller rink, then heading over to Liz's. Do you wanna go?"

"Um… I guess but I didn't want to talk to you about homecoming." Stacy replied.

They made it to their class but the bell rang just as they walked in so Stacy whispered, "I'll give you a note during class." They then both sat down in their regular seats right next to one another and waited for Mr. Vallerte to begin class.

Notes: Please, please, please review. They are what keep me going and if you want this story to continue you're going to have to review because otherwise you're going to have to wait months at a, like you have been. Just a short little note that let's me know you like the story and are reading gives me the motivation to post more often so please give me something. My muse is as much of a procrastinater as I am so please review... please?