Disclaimer: I do not own the Power Rangers, it's characters or places. They are owned by Saban Entertainment. However, I do own Sophie, Valerie, Robert they are mine.
Hi, sorry for the common briefing per chapter, but right now im in the midst of a little crisis."Dear Diary", Sophie exclaimed in a high pitch voice inside a protective lair that was are bathroom, "What a wonderful day today...". Grrrrrrrr, "Open this darn door!" pounding feverishly on it's light, plywood frame. "Gosh!" oh, sorry, for those that were just joining me on this lastest episode here in Miami, Sophie, my roommate, had stolen my diary and is right now reading snippets from it. Occasionaly, she'll pause and skim over borning details or have difficulties with my writing, that is why I write like that, that was the only lull that came from her verbal assualts. Upon coming onto a juicy part, she would pick up again, "Dear Diary", exclaiming in a high pitch voice to mimic me. I bet she wouldn't have had the guts to do so if itweren't for that lairthat she now resides in, it's called the bathroom. "What a wonderful day today...Tommy is so strong...his hands are broad".
Oh my gosh! STOP! my fists hit again and again. Any harder, and the wood face would crush in, then that would attract some unwanted attention and I would have to pay for damages. Inside me was a ticking time bomb, at this point, I didn't care about some dollars, as long as I get my diary back. Knuckles turned white trying to jiggle the handle, my shoulder becoming sore trying to shove it open. For a weak hotel lock, it sure was strong. It must have been a combination of her irritating voice and thievery that kicked up my dander to an all time high. Never before was I so angry with someone. I just wanted to kill this little witch. Perhaps banging on it would counter her, so I did, knocking with my fists, but it only forced her voice togrow louder and louder to the point the neighbors could possbily hear her.
"Tommy came by room today. He talked about..." she read, "Oh...you dirty little girl" giggling...
AUGH! Don't read it! Don't read it!
Laughing as she thumbed through more pages, Sophie noticed the mixed ink of my many entries into the little book. There had to be something else, some much more pleasing, something to get a raise out of me. "Here we go" yelling at the door with a sinister smile, "I made it back to the team! I am so happy because we are going to Miami..."
"Im going to get you!" pounding on the door with more rage.
"HAHA, I knew you love it" she hissed then continued, "I met so many girls over here. Valerie, Karla, and Jessie, and also Sophie. Oh, you DID right about me"
"Only in past tense!" shouting back.
Then, her voice began to slow down, "Sophie...she's my best and only friend I have out here. Everyone else thinks im a crazy, suicidal nut, but she took care of me". There came a long silence from inside, and I became seriously disturbed.
"Sophie? Are you alright?" calling to her. Darn door was still locked, and I couldn't force it open, my frame was too petite for such a feat of strength. Let's face it, once your no longer a Power Ranger, nothing seems to work any more.
Tink
Slowly, it opened on it's own. In it's gap was a frail looking little girl, a book in one dangling hand, the second scarsely hold the door knob. I was scared, "What's wrong?" I asked. She didn't respond, just cast a gaze on the floor directly in front. "Sophie? You're scaring me. What is wrong?" finally opening the door fully myself and holding her shoulders. Her eyes looked up, right at me, and her mouth choked out a few words, "I...Im...you're best friend?"
"Yes, you are" confessing, "None of the girls here believe that im a real person, just a physco gal that kills boys for sheer pleasure". A tear jerked from her eyes, flowing slowly down her soft cheek where it was suspended for a moment, then fell to the tile floor. "I...I don't know what to say" fighitng her tears and for breath. "No...No one has ever called me that before".
Disbelief fell over me, "No one?" Why wouldn't she be the best for someone. Valerie, Karla, anyone.
"No, not even Jason" now not fighting to hold back. Now in a sobbering wreck, the girl just threw her arms around me and began to weep on my shoulder.
"There, there" patting and rubbing her back, "You're my best friend".
"Really?" looking up into my eyes. Snot and tears were inmixed. A little was on me, but it didn't much matter. "Yes" affirmatively, "You are"
"Thank you" weeping onto my shoulder. There was no fighting it, she just wept and I took it, heart broken myself considering the fact that she had stolen my diary. It was the past now, nothing I can do about it. In between gasps for air, the girl tried to appolgize. I accepted her appology, and took back my book, tossing it carelessly onto my bed.
Just when you think she couldn't cry any more, Sophie straightened herself up. Dangling from her nose was a long string of snot, quite hidious to look at. "Sorry, im a mess" wipping it off with the backs of her hands. "ummmm, I guess I better take a shower" breaking into a nervous smile as she looked at me.
"Yes, you look horrible" with a raised eyebrow. Hurriedly, Sophie gathered up all of her necessary toiletry items into her arms and hustled back inside the bathroom. Sigh, humans are so strange. As I turned on the faucet at the sink, I tok a towel to try and clean the snot that was on my shoulder.
"Dear Diary...Robert looked at me again, today...How I wish I was sitting on his lap..." said a heavy voice that sounded oddly familiar. I looked back at the twin beds, and there, right before me, holding my diary up to read, was Robert. He sat rather casually, legs crossed, one hand behind him to support his frame, the book held up high above his head as a fanicful way of reading.
My eyes opeend to their fullest extent possible My mouth did likewise. I was completely flabbergasted but also enraged that HIS loud mouth my tip off Sophie to his presence. Hissing between my teeth, "Shut up" didn't do much good because he just reading, looking on at me with a sadisitc smirk on his face.
Stomping over to him "What are you doing here?" I asked trying to get my book back from the third person this time. He handed it over without a fight, but continued tojust sit there on my bed as I hid the book under a pillow then began to push and shove his body to get him to move. "You can't be here" I told him over and over, "She'll see you!" There was no amount of worry on his face, but there was on mine.Then, the shower cut off. My heart began to race, if she sees him, I'm dead. "Relax" he said calmly, standing up causing my thrusting body to fall over onto the bed, "Nothing to worry about".
Slowly, the bathroom door was opened, and out stepped a towel clad Sophie. Nervous, slightly shaking, I rose up andkept an uneasy eye on her and attempted to do so on Robert,but that little spirit vanished, again. My teeth gritted together, then Sophie spoke out to me, "Kim, you shaking" noticing that I was.
"Just cold" giving a lame excuse that she accepted without question. Sitting down on her respective bed, Sophie carelessly dried that dark hair, humming gayly. Not a care in the world. Needlesstosay, I wondered, she couldn't see him at all. Wonder if this is like a those cheap movies where one person could see a ghost and no one else could. Maybe if I take him to a tv station, he'll dance in front of the weather map. Im just kidding, that would be the most embarassing episode ever.
