Disclaimer: I don't anyone from Power Rangers, and Elizabeth Green owns herself. She's a tribute to her real life counter part without whom I'd have never survived high school! Rachel owns herself as well. Once again, I've forced a friend into my story. Thanks to the peeps that helped me past my writer's block. And to DigiExpert for betaing!
Chapter Two
Kimberly Hart sank into her pink and white beanbag chair with a huff after finally getting home from her gymnastics training. She closed her eyes and leaned her head back against the wall, trying to relax. After a few minutes, she briefly opened her eyes to stare at the phone beside her, which lay on the end table beside her. "I wonder if Tommy's home yet," she thought to herself. With a brief smile, she picked up the phone and dialed Tommy's number.
"Hello?" she heard Tommy's adoptive mother answer.
"Hey, Mrs. Oliver. It's Kimberly. Is Tommy there?" Kim asked.
"I'm so sorry, Kimberly. You just missed him. He left two minutes ago to meet up with Kat. They were planning on going horseback riding together," she answered.
"Oh, thanks anyway. Could you tell him I called?" Kim responded sadly.
"Sure thing, Kim. Goodbye, hon." Mrs. Oliver said hanging up. Kim sighed and hung up as well.
The next couple of weeks passed in the same such manner. Tommy was always out somewhere with Kat. Kim was beginning to wonder what was up; he had yet to return a single one of her phone calls. Her gymnastics training wasn't faring any better either, and the zit was getting bigger. Fortunately, neither Coach Schmidt nor Elizabeth seemed to notice.
"Kimberly, is something wrong? You seem to be slacking on your training," a concerned Coach Schmidt asked after she had finished for the day.
"I'm all right. I guess I'm more homesick than I thought. I'll be better tomorrow," Kimberly lied. The truth was she was always tired, depressed, and really starting to get worried about the zit. Her breasts were also still sore, even though her period had passed. The fact that Tommy seemed to be attached to the hip with Kat, the way she heard his mother talk, was also unnerving. Not that she could blame Tommy. Kat was tall and beautiful with blonde hair and gorgeous blue eyes. Kat's Australian accent didn't hurt any either. "Maybe, I should just face the facts. I'm here, and Tommy's all the way in Angel Grove," Kim thought to herself sadly.
"Maybe you should call some of your family or friends. You wouldn't believe what hearing the voice of loved ones can do to ease homesickness," the coach recommended.
"Well, I'd talk to Tommy if he wasn't always out with Kat," Kim thought sarcastically.
"Okay, Coach. I think I'll give Tommy a call as soon as I get home," Kim replied, packing the rest of her stuff. She passed a fellow competitor named Rachel Jones, who gave her a strange, yet somewhat sad look before going to talk to Coach Schmidt.
"I wonder what Rachel's problem is," Kim thought briefly before exiting through the heavy glass doors.