I was seven years old when I met Conner McKnight and his twin brother, Eric. I had just moved to Reefside, California. I remember it was just like yesterday. I had been lost after my mother and father had let me out of the house. They figured it was a nice sized town, I wouldn't get lost but low and behold I did.
I was crying and sitting on a bench in the park. Two eight year old boys walked up to me, followed by their parents. One had a friendly smile while the other one seemed to be a little shyer. The friendly one asked me what was the matter. Why was I crying? It took about ten mintues to finish telling the tale of how I had gotten lost. The shy one sat beside me and told me everything would be ok, they'd take me home.
The friendly one introduce himself as Eric and the other one was Conner. From then on Conner and I were nearly inseperable. It was kind of funny as he was a year old than me. We did everything together, from going to the movies with each others families to me going to his soccer games and him coming to watch my ballet recitals.
My family lived there for six years and for those six years I had finally found someone that would be my friend and not make fun because of what I did for fun and what kind of music I listened to. Someone that would teach me to play soccer and someone that would try and help me with ballet.
Then my parents decided to get divorced when I was thirteen. They spung the news on me the day of my thirteenth birthday. By now I had gotten used to how selfish the two of them were. Conner's mom came to pick me up when I called her and asked her to. I went to their house where I had cake and ice cream, something every year my parents "conviently" forgot about. And presents. But the special gift came from Conner, yeah later Eric made fun of him for it but to me it was the sweetest thing anyone had ever given me. A gold heartshaped locket, he helped me put it on and after that I never took it off.
Later when I inspected it I discovered a picture of him in it. It was the only thing that helped me hold on to my insanity when the custody proccedings started. It was almost as good as having Conner right there with me. I would of called him dozens of times but one or both of my parents found out about me trying and told me in no certain terms was I to speak with him. He was bad and would drag me down with him.
They didn't know what they were talking about. My mom finally got custody of me and she moved me back east. I hated it there and wanted to go home, while the only home that had seemed like home. Mom finally married a business man by the name of Lionel Richardson. I cried myself to sleep every night after that.
And now for some odd reason after three years Mom decided move back to Reefside. I knew that there was a chance that I would see Conner again and I knew that he wouldn't be able to forgive me for leaving him like I did. Hell I didn't even know if I could forgive myself. I could only hope and pray that eventually he would. Because it was at this time that I needed him the most.
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I stood at my locker with my three best friends, Kira Ford, Trent Mercer, and Ethan James. I was still sore from the battle yesterday and I had this weird feeling that something was going to happen, something good and yet bad.
A head of straight black hair caught my attention and my gaze whirled to the girl. She looked just like Natalia. I shook my head, Nat was gone and was never coming back. She had left him. The girl turned ever so slightly making me look at her legs, long and sleek encased in a pair of black jeans. My gaze traveled up and I saw her toying with a golden locket. Every move she made had her green shirt move about an inch or so, showing a glimpse of tanned skin.
"Hello, Conner are you in there?" Kira asked running a hand in front of my face.
I must of looked startled because she shook her head, "Where have you been lately Conner? Your mind isn't on the fight as it should, it isn't in soccer, nor is it in school."
"I've just had a lot on my mind," I snapped at Kira.
"Whoa someone woke up on the side of the bed," Ethan commented and started to add but a glare from me stopped him in his tracks.
"Well if you ever want to talk about it," Kira started and the girl turned toward us. My books tumbled from my hands. The eyes were the same, smoky gray with long, thick eyelashes.
"Nat," I whispered. It couldn't be, she had moved and without a word to me. She had deserted me, abandoned me.
My gaze collided with hers and the shock in her eyes quickly gave way to pain and what looked to be regret. I took a shaky breath and turned back to the other three power rangers, "Lets go to class."
I saw the look pass between Ethan, Kira and Trent. I knew that lately they had been worried about me and so had Dr. O. I shouldn't of even been fighting, but the 26 was coming up. The last day I had seen her, the day she had never told me good-bye.
'Just great', I thought, 'She's back and there is nothing I can do about it.'
"Conner," her voice was soft, "I need to talk to you. Please."
I hadn't realized she had caught up with me, "I think we've said everything that needed to be said Natalia. Beside you don't really need to tell me anything now do you? You didn't three years so why start now?"
"Because I owe you an explanation," Nat said quietly, "and I rather not give to you here."
"Go back to where you came from Natalia. You don't owe me a damned thing and I don't want you to owe me anything. Your actions spoke louder than your words three years ago. You left, now don't expect me to welcome you back with open arms. Just leave me and alone and do what you like doing best. Leaving people."
As I turned back to look at her, tears fell silently down her cheeks and she stood there dumbfounded. I instantly regretted my words but I kept walking, wanting to get away from her before I changed my mind, before I asked her to explain, and before she opened my heart again to something I didn't want to feel ever again.
I was crying and sitting on a bench in the park. Two eight year old boys walked up to me, followed by their parents. One had a friendly smile while the other one seemed to be a little shyer. The friendly one asked me what was the matter. Why was I crying? It took about ten mintues to finish telling the tale of how I had gotten lost. The shy one sat beside me and told me everything would be ok, they'd take me home.
The friendly one introduce himself as Eric and the other one was Conner. From then on Conner and I were nearly inseperable. It was kind of funny as he was a year old than me. We did everything together, from going to the movies with each others families to me going to his soccer games and him coming to watch my ballet recitals.
My family lived there for six years and for those six years I had finally found someone that would be my friend and not make fun because of what I did for fun and what kind of music I listened to. Someone that would teach me to play soccer and someone that would try and help me with ballet.
Then my parents decided to get divorced when I was thirteen. They spung the news on me the day of my thirteenth birthday. By now I had gotten used to how selfish the two of them were. Conner's mom came to pick me up when I called her and asked her to. I went to their house where I had cake and ice cream, something every year my parents "conviently" forgot about. And presents. But the special gift came from Conner, yeah later Eric made fun of him for it but to me it was the sweetest thing anyone had ever given me. A gold heartshaped locket, he helped me put it on and after that I never took it off.
Later when I inspected it I discovered a picture of him in it. It was the only thing that helped me hold on to my insanity when the custody proccedings started. It was almost as good as having Conner right there with me. I would of called him dozens of times but one or both of my parents found out about me trying and told me in no certain terms was I to speak with him. He was bad and would drag me down with him.
They didn't know what they were talking about. My mom finally got custody of me and she moved me back east. I hated it there and wanted to go home, while the only home that had seemed like home. Mom finally married a business man by the name of Lionel Richardson. I cried myself to sleep every night after that.
And now for some odd reason after three years Mom decided move back to Reefside. I knew that there was a chance that I would see Conner again and I knew that he wouldn't be able to forgive me for leaving him like I did. Hell I didn't even know if I could forgive myself. I could only hope and pray that eventually he would. Because it was at this time that I needed him the most.
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I stood at my locker with my three best friends, Kira Ford, Trent Mercer, and Ethan James. I was still sore from the battle yesterday and I had this weird feeling that something was going to happen, something good and yet bad.
A head of straight black hair caught my attention and my gaze whirled to the girl. She looked just like Natalia. I shook my head, Nat was gone and was never coming back. She had left him. The girl turned ever so slightly making me look at her legs, long and sleek encased in a pair of black jeans. My gaze traveled up and I saw her toying with a golden locket. Every move she made had her green shirt move about an inch or so, showing a glimpse of tanned skin.
"Hello, Conner are you in there?" Kira asked running a hand in front of my face.
I must of looked startled because she shook her head, "Where have you been lately Conner? Your mind isn't on the fight as it should, it isn't in soccer, nor is it in school."
"I've just had a lot on my mind," I snapped at Kira.
"Whoa someone woke up on the side of the bed," Ethan commented and started to add but a glare from me stopped him in his tracks.
"Well if you ever want to talk about it," Kira started and the girl turned toward us. My books tumbled from my hands. The eyes were the same, smoky gray with long, thick eyelashes.
"Nat," I whispered. It couldn't be, she had moved and without a word to me. She had deserted me, abandoned me.
My gaze collided with hers and the shock in her eyes quickly gave way to pain and what looked to be regret. I took a shaky breath and turned back to the other three power rangers, "Lets go to class."
I saw the look pass between Ethan, Kira and Trent. I knew that lately they had been worried about me and so had Dr. O. I shouldn't of even been fighting, but the 26 was coming up. The last day I had seen her, the day she had never told me good-bye.
'Just great', I thought, 'She's back and there is nothing I can do about it.'
"Conner," her voice was soft, "I need to talk to you. Please."
I hadn't realized she had caught up with me, "I think we've said everything that needed to be said Natalia. Beside you don't really need to tell me anything now do you? You didn't three years so why start now?"
"Because I owe you an explanation," Nat said quietly, "and I rather not give to you here."
"Go back to where you came from Natalia. You don't owe me a damned thing and I don't want you to owe me anything. Your actions spoke louder than your words three years ago. You left, now don't expect me to welcome you back with open arms. Just leave me and alone and do what you like doing best. Leaving people."
As I turned back to look at her, tears fell silently down her cheeks and she stood there dumbfounded. I instantly regretted my words but I kept walking, wanting to get away from her before I changed my mind, before I asked her to explain, and before she opened my heart again to something I didn't want to feel ever again.