She had ordered the others to gather whatever personal items they needed from their home worlds; they needed to cut off ties with their friends and family to be defenders of the Universe. For a clean break, she told them not to let anyone see them until they returned to their base. It had seemed like a good idea at the time, but standing in the middle of her old bedroom and seeing that everything was exactly how she left it a week ago filled her with anger.
The only sign that anyone might've noticed she hadn't been home for a week was the beeping of the answering machine. Well, her mom was still dealing with her betrayal in Italy. And her brothers . . .
She paused a moment; she needed to pack and get out. Still, there wasn't a reason to hurry and everything, while a little dusty, was neatly organized. There wasn't much she wanted anyway since her stepmom had redecorated her room (without even asking). In truth she hated it before the pink rose wall paper and princess canopy. Now it was so bad she had considered torching it.
First, she gathered her books and some essentials. Hair brush, tooth brush, purse, and then clothes. Hoodies, jackets, jeans, t-shirts, shoes . . . then she came across the dresses. Both were ultra girly and the ugliest shade of pink ever created. One she had been forced to wear as a bridesmaid and the other was picked out for her for her prom. They symbolized her stepmom and everything she had done! She ripped them off the hangers and shoved them to the floor. She wiped her feet on them and finished packing.
Then she turned to her older brother's room. Her Black Lion wouldn't have the luxury of gather his things and she was sure Hunter would want her Black Lion some of his stuff instead of having it sit around rotting here unused in this house haunted by misery. She felt a tear roll down her cheek.
She opened the door; everything was as it was when the delivery people bought all of Hunter's personal items almost a year ago, right after the accident. Somewhere between her grief and being a Power Ranger, she had lost the courage to go through his room until now as if it confirmed that he was really gone forever. Of course their dad could care less about the children from his first marriage. Her stepmother if they were actually here more would turn it into a walk around closet.
She gathered everything for her Black Lion and added it to her pile. She glared at the dresses on the floor of her own room; her step mother had made her life lonely and miserable, so why not extend the favor?