Disclaimer: I do not own Power Rangers and/or anything relating to Stepford. This is my remix of Stepford. Power Rangers, after being own by Disney, is once again own by the original creator, Haim Saban. I do not own these original characters.
Anton was already done with his work for the day. Instead, he went to his office and read for the next hour, but later stops and thinks about Trent for a second and decides to go check up on him. He peeks inside one of the rooms and finds Trent and Is mindlessly watching movies while eating popcorn on the couch.
It's already been two days since they've been here and they're watching movies instead of being in the sun? He just about had enough. Secretly feeling furious with Trent and Is endlessly watching movies all day, he walks up to his television set and turns off his TV, trying to get their attention.
"Hey!" Trent exclaimed. "It was just getting to the good part."
"Put the movies away. It's been two days since we got here and you two are watching movies?"
"Yeah. So?" Is turns on the TV again, only to have it turned off.
"Don't you want to go outside? Meet some new people?"
"No."
"Don't you want to call your friends?"
"No."
"Well, don't you at least have some homework to do?"
"No."
"What teacher gives out homework during summer vacation?"
"And even if we wanted to, why should we, dad?" Trent turns on the TV again, only to have it turned off by his father.
"It's summertime. You shouldn't be in here watching movies and TV all day."
"And why should we care?"
"Because I'm going to do this."
He walks over to his nightstand and grabs Trent's Game Boy Color, his bag of video games, video game console and controller and Is' music player and CDs causing Trent and Is to be angry about it.
"Hey! Those are my video games!"
"And those are my CDs."
"Here's the deal: go outside for one hour and you'll get them back tomorrow."
"What happens if we don't stay outside for an hour?"
"If you don't stay for an hour, you don't get them back for a whole week."
Trent and Is was not interested in being or caring about being outside, despite the fact that it's summer vacation. However, Trent wanted to get his video games and Is wanted to get her CDs back…
Trent and Is creeks the door open, takes a peek out the door, looked at both ends of the hallway and walks down the stairs. His father notices him as they walked in.
"Now, was that so hard?"
"Now that you mention it, yes. Yes, it was hard."
They both heard a car honk from outside of the estate. Anton peeks through the ivory curtains and sees a black luxury Jaguar car park right out. Getting up from the chocolate brown and cream-color leather chenille and leather sofa with matching ottomans,
"There's your ride." He tries to push Trent and Is out of the house, but quickly realized what was happening to them.
"Wait a minute, dad. Did you…?"
"Remember, one hour! Or you can stay out as long as you want to, just as long as you're back before dark. Bye!" He slams the door in their faces.
"I really hate him right now." Is muttered to Trent.
"Same here, sis."
Turning around with absolute dread written all over their faces, they sees a tall person with poised brown hair and in a suit and a girl and boy their age, in matching tennis clothes, smiling as she was sitting in the back sit.
"Hello, Trent and Isabella. This is my daughter and son, Jane and James Prescott."
"Nice to meet you, Trent and Isabella."
"This is going to be a long day." He said to Is.
"You said it, bro."
After being forced out of the house by their father, Trent and Is, settling at the back of the seat with Jane and James as their father is pointing out of the local sights of Stepford as they're driving, talking about the history of Stepford, not that Trent or Is really cared or seemed interested.
"The town is over 200 years old. It was founded by Woodrow and Gloria Stepford, who decided to made it home. There's no crime, poverty or problems; which makes Stepford Connecticut's perfect utopia and summer vacation spot."
Passing by, Trent and Is sees a place that looks completely different from all of the other places in Stepford. It was a Victorian-style mansion with a touch of a gothic architecture, wooden frames and columns.
"What's that building up on the hills?" Isabella asked.
"That's the Stepford Country Club. It's mainly where the adults get together, take a break and relax, do activities and they even have their business meetings there any day, including weekends.
"Where do the kids go during the day?"
"To the Simply Stepford Kids' Club."
Walking to the kids' club, all Trent and Is could see were kids his age dressed in clean-cut and polished style clothing. They thought to themselves, 'Whatever happened to wearing T-shirts and sweats?' They all had quality workout clothes.
They were all playing preppy sports like tennis, golf, squash, fencing, horseback riding, indoor field hockey and volleyball. There was even a ballet studio, yoga room and bomb shelter.
Walking into a room with them, where he sees children his age, wearing pastel colors preppy-styled tennis clothes, like light blue, green, yellow, pink and in prints like stripes, plaid, argyle and tennis shoes. Trent and Is had to ask them,
"Is this what you guys do…?"
"And wear while doing it?"
"Of course, Trent and Isabella. To play these sports, like tennis, we must follow the uniform of our activity. Do you honestly think that we would be dressed in T-shirts, hoodies, sweats and tracksuits, messy hair and look like a sweaty slob all day? I don't think so."
Trent looks down at his own clothes: white sweatshirt, sweatpants, and black Converse sneakers as did Is: black, pink and white tracksuit, pink Converse sneakers and her hair in a messy ponytail. Isabella was asking herself, 'Was she calling me out for wearing this?'
Jane and James grabs a racquet by the bins and begins to practice their serving at one of the tennis cages that was set up, swinging each ball that came her way. Trent and Isabella just stood there to the side with their arms crossed, feeling as if they were the 'odd ones out.'
"I need some fresh air." Trent said.
"I'm coming with you."
Even though they've only been in here for more than five minutes, they couldn't take it. They was ready than ever to go home and it's been only half an hour; they only has thirty minutes left until they has to go back home, but at this moment, they didn't care if their father took away his stuff; they just couldn't relate to anybody in this town.
Mercer was in the living room and read for the next hour on the black lounge chair in the living room. He had a hot cup of orange Darjeeling tea on the coffee table as the fire was glowing in the white custom-made fireplace mantel that came with the house.
He hears the front door and immediately thinks that it was,
"Trent. Isabella. You're right on time. So, how was it?"
"Stupid." They said to him, storming upstairs to their room.