Disclaimer: Don't own Power Rangers, never will.
This story's based off of my thoughts about LeeLee during "the Light" after I watched it on Jetix.tv. I felt really sorry for her through the whole episode. It seemed like she had had a really hard life. Well, anyway, I really hope you like the fic.
I try really hard to be good enough for everybody.
Yeah, I know you don't believe me. I'm LeeLee, the stuck up daughter of an evil queen. Why would I care what people think of me? But still I do.
I care that my mom's never loved me. That I could die and she wouldn't even give a care. It hurts. So I try to be awful, like she is, but I've never been good at it. I care too much about other people. You might think I don't really, but I do.
I've always wanted to be friends with the Mystic Force Rangers, but I'm not the type they'd want as a friend. They think I'm an enemy because of my mom and it hurts.
I try so hard, but I'm never good enough for anyone.
It hurt to see my friends, or, really, the closest people I have to friends, being tortured down in the Underworld, but I couldn't do anything. I couldn't say a word, I wanted to be good enough.
Now I'm alone.
I'm trying to start over, to make friends, but it's hard. I've rented a room in a run-down old apartment, but it isn't much. You don't make much money working at the Rock Porium. I've even thought about quitting school, so I'll have time for another job.
Things are getting better, slowly. The rangers have almost started to tolerate me and some of the customers are nice. I really wish I could be friends with them though and I've always really liked Nick.
Someday, maybe it'll all be better. Maybe someday I'll have friends who care about me and, if I don't, I won't care, but I know that's not true. I'll always really care.
If you liked it, or even if you didn't, please review. It's always nice to know people are reading. Thanks, bye.