Writing your own story.

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters to the Power Rangers, I do own Ryan and Morris; they are my creations.

"Alright class, for this exam, I have decided to throw a little curve at you," Mrs. Appleby said with a smug grin as she moved across the classroom to her desk as her students groaned. It was almost midday on a Friday and already most were bone tired, especially one Kimberly Hart whom sat at the very front of the class. Using her hand as a crutch for her heavy head, she listened half heartily as Mrs. Appleby completed her instructions, "You may work in partners for this, because I want it to be a twenty page story of any sort as long as it has proper grammar, punctuation, and is similar to those we have read here in class." Everyone groaned. Kimberly sank further into her seat, head throbbing, she could feel a vein about to burst. It was becoming too much. For the past two weeks she was overwhelmed by tryouts and other civic duties that she did not have enough energy to get through school and now there was this exam. It was too much. Rubbing the palm of her hand against her forehead Kim sighed greatly. No one took notice to her pain. No one cared, or so she thought.

Bell rang, announcing lunch. It did little to alleviate the tension in her head. Departing the class in fumbles, Kim left a trail of leaflets going towards her locker nearby. The dial lock forbid her entry. Fumbling with her books in one hand, she tried to open it with the free one, only to see books and papers spill to the floor in a hollow thud that echoed the halls. No one took notice of this, everyone moved passed unphased, uncaring as Kimberly knelt down to pick them up herself, eyeing those that did not even bother to look down. As she picked up old papers and piled them up against her knees, a familiar voice caused her to immediately upright herself and turn, stunned.

"Need some help?"

"Tommy, oh, hi" she sighed and smiled halfheartedly" clasping her hands together below her waist. It was impossible to hide from him that fact that she needed help. Together, they both picked up this mess, stowing it into her locker. Now with that out of the way, it gave the couple a chance to talk.

"Did you hear that exam Mrs. Appleby gave us?" Kimberly sighed, leaning her back against her locker.

"Yes, I did. I'm in your class, remember?" Tommy responded, resting his fore arm high and right next to Kimberly. "You left class before I had a chance to talk to you."

Hearing that, Kim dropped her head, "I know. I'm sorry." she said almost mumbling. Raising her head again to look at him, "It's just, I have too much to deal with at this point. With the tryouts in all. I just... I just have no time for myself let alone study." her voice was stretched, clearly in distress. "It's all just AUGH!"

"Why don't we work together?" Tommy asked, "I mean, she said we could work in teams. Why not do that? It would make it easier on the both of us." Tommy was lighting her up with a wonderful smile, nearly blushing and made her warm all over.

"Tommy..." she teased with a smile, "Are you asking for a late night study session?" walking two fingers up his chest.

"Ha-ha, no" nearly blushing himself.

"Oh, silly, I'm sure we can," Kimberly chuckled now hugging her only book tightly to her chest.

"We can go to the library," he suggested.

On the other hand, Kimberly had another idea and played it through Tommy's ear rather teasingly, "Why not come to my house?" turning her body to face him.

"Isn't your mother still there?" he asked, trying to avoid a confrontation with her. It would be odd, he thought, to have this boy over late at night.

"Yes, but she'll be working late tonight." she replied, "So that will leave us uninterrupted." her smile was becoming rather enticing. Was there something going on in that mind of hers'?

"Well then, I guess I can stop by for a while." finally giving in to her temptation.

"Terrific! I'll see you tonight then," she said, finally moving off down the hall away from him. Tommy watched for some time before her figure blended in with the rest of the crowd going for lunch. Her figure was nice, her voice was nice, her smile, personality, everything about Kimberly was nice, nice to Tommy's liking. Though he loved her with all of his heart, he did not want to push their relationship right now. Both were pushed to the breaking point with their duties elsewhere, and there was much more going on than either one of them could have predicted.

Several hours later….

A heavy rap came to the door. Kim opened it, rather expectant at first then felt a great sigh of relief. "Hi, Tommy, come on in." To his surprise Kim's mom was gone and would be absent for some time giving them ample time to "study." What happened soon afterwards was cloaked in darkness and secrecy. Neither one was willing to divulge any information to anyone. When Mom came home that evening, Tommy was long since gone and Kimberly was cheerful yet elusive, stowing away mainly in her room until the coming light.

Her alarm clock sounded with its high pitch whine that was silenced by a heavy pound of her palm. Sitting up, her head was light and senses in a blur. What had happened? It was unclear to her, everything was forgotten from last night. Wiping the sleep from her eyes, Kim took a glance at the clock. A cold chill went down her body, it was 7:30, and class started at 8 and it was a mile to the school.

"Oh my gosh!" she yelled, jumping out of the bed, clad in nothing but a tank top and some long pants. There was so much for her to do before departing. Mom was already gone, she knew it, for work with the car, leaving her to run by foot. Encumbered by books, hastily applied clothes, and no breakfast, she made a burst to get to the school before being marked tardy. Dashing down the sidewalk at a brisk run with the cool air filling her lungs and the sun just above the horizon she cursed under her breath as her hands fumbled for control over possessions. The sun beamed through the branches as she ran street after street she passed, finally coming upon her school, completely out of breath, sweat covering her brow.

"I made it," she exclaimed with a sigh of joy. Looking around however, she realized that there was not a soul on campus. All doors were shut as were windows. Where was everyone? It settled in when she caught her breath; it was Saturday, school was closed. Cursing herself violently Kimberly turned about to retrace her steps home. Looking down as she walked she only returned a few steps when...

THUMP

Two bodies collided in such force that both recoiled and fell.

Struggling back up into a sitting position, Kimberly shouted, "Watch where you're going..." she began only to stop midway when the second person sat up as well, gritting his teeth and rubbing his head. He was a rather handsome young man, possibly younger than she was, slightly taller with short brown hair and eyes. With mouth agape, she immediately scrambled up to help the boy.

"I'm so sorry," apologizing over and over as they sought to collect their scattered possessions all the while, the boy was rather silent.

When all of her books had gathered, she confronted him rather cheerfully, "I'm Kimberly by the way." offering a hand to shake. The boy was rather nervous looking at her. It took a moment before he began to speak, "I'm Bri...Bri...Brian Ha...Han...I'm Brian," he was stuttering and made Kimberly giggle at his attempts to say his own name. Amusing as it was, she felt a sense of honesty and warmth in this boy.

"Where are you from, Brian?" she asked.

"Well,...i'm...i'm from...Wash...Wash..."

"Washington?" she asked. Brian nodded affirmatively. "Well, do you attend school here?"

"No, no, no, I'm home schooled because my parents don't like public schools. Don't like them at all," he replied.

"Oh..." rather disheartened, "Well, perhaps we will see each other again." preparing to part ways.

"I sure hope so, K-Kim..." Brian smiled as Kimberly began to leave moving a strand of hair over her left ear as she smiled. Returning back home, she sank into a chair, breathing a sigh of relief. Her body was damp in sweat from the dash, head aching, craving for food, and her frustrations were mounting over the upcoming due date of the exam. Where was Tommy? She wondered. Perhaps call him and see what he's up to. They were supposed to work on it together. Wondering into the kitchen, the phone that hung on the wall was picked up. As she dialed, Kim took an apple from the dish on the counter, taking a bite out of it as the phone rang. For some time it did ring before a groggy, yet familiar voice came on the other end.

"Hello?" the voice asked.

"Hi, sweetie," Kim replied.

"Oh, hi. What's up?"

"Nothing, just figured out that school's closed on Saturdays," taking a pot shot at herself.

"Oh, really? Well, what do you say we go to the library then and start work on the exam?" he suggested.

"Sounds like a good idea, I'll see you there say around 10?"

"Sounds good. See you there." Tommy then hung up the phone, cutting off Kimberly whom had one question that lingered in her mind but couldn't force herself to say it in time. It had come up when she heard his voice again. What had happened last night? She couldn't remember at all. It was a complete blur. Pondering this heavily, she sat in the kitchen, chewing on this apple, trying to reflect on recent events.

The night before; Tommy and Kim were sitting at the kitchen table, books open all around, trying to come up with a subject to write about. It had to be something that both could work with, something flexible, but nothing good was coming into mind that they could string together. She liked fantasy with princesses and castles, whilst Tommy was more martial arts and aggressive. They came to odds at times, but never reached a boiling point. From there though, she couldn't remember even if they come to a decision.

"Well," she thought to herself, gnawing towards the core of the apple, "Perhaps I can ask him when we meet." looking at the half eaten apple before devouring it completely.

Ten o'clock came around fast, but she was well groomed following a shower, good clothes, and properly assembled equipment before the two mile walk to the library was commenced. It was a bright day out, not warm at all; good weather for pink short-sleeve shirt she wore. A small backpack was draped over her right shoulder, its strap held firm by that hand. Her strides were long and fluid like, joyful, a smile on her face.

The library loomed into view. Its bright red brick walls were ominous in this kind of environment where surrounding houses were rather white, Victorian style, architecture. Few people were around at this early time; some were students, others faculty, all had something to do and they paid her no notice. Going through the front door there was the reception desk and no one looked up to see her. In the far back of the library one person did see her and raised a powerful arm into the air to gain her attention. Tommy was already there waiting at a small circular table, his bag resting against his chair. With a smile of his own, he casually waved her over.

Greeting each other with a hug, they sat next to each other at the table. Tommy had already taken out several books of mixed variety, trying to come up with a topic on his own but was still stumped. However, Kimberly had something else on her mind. She listened to his ideas for a few seconds before gently interrupting him with a gentle touch on his forearm. Instead of beating around the bush, she looked right into his eyes and asked, "Tommy, what happened last night?"

Tommy's once cheerful demeanor quickly changed to a look of concern as she looked at him, unblinking.

"I...I don't know, honestly," he replied reluctantly, "My mind is completely blank."

It didn't settle the knot that was in her stomach that gradually moved up to her heart which pounded intensely as she waited to hear an explanation.

"Tommy, I'm not sure either. But, did we...?" she asked him, falling silent on the last words.

"Do it?" he whispered back with a furrowed eyebrow.

Kim nodded almost teary eyed.

"No, no. I would never have done that to you. You know me. I would never have harmed you like that." he told her, taking ahold of one of her hands, holding it lightly. "Kimberly, I love you, I would never hurt you."

The beating in her heart was slow to reside. It was good news to hear, certainly something she hoped to hear. Tommy wasn't someone to lie. He wasn't like most boys on campus. He was honest and forthright, caring, and loving. She took his explanation but still felt a deep void somewhere inside her. With that cleared though, they began to discuss what needed to be done in order to start righting their exam.

"What about a damsel in distress. Waiting for her knight in shining armor to come and rescue her?" Kim suggested rather putting her poetry into motion with gestures in her seat.

"What if the knight rode in on a white tiger?" Tommy whispered.

"That will work," she smiled back.

After some time sitting Kim decided to stretch her legs and go through the aisles to find a book in the fiction section, leaving Tommy to doodle on a pad of paper. It was not a big library, yet certainly big enough for her target to elude her. Her eyes gazed carefully across the many labels in one row, then the next, then the next one, but it was strangely missing. "Darn, where was it?" she muttered.

She searched high and low. Seems almost as if it didn't want to be caught. "Come on you little...," she muttered under her breath as her body hunched over to look at the bottom rows as well that were usually where people deposited booked they pulled from their spots. From there, she felt a figure move behind her. Alarmed she corrected herself, turned about and looked to see a man standing there just inches away. He was tall with bright blue eyes, spikey short hair, and draped over him was a thick black leather jacket. His face was almost like stone; straight, flat, smooth, though he looked younger, perhaps only a couple years older than herself. Looking down at her with a gentle tip of his head the stranger nodded and his lips pulled back into a wicked smile. Kimberly knew what he was thinking right from the start. Pervert.

"Hi, I'm Sean," he introduced himself.

"Good for you," Kim spat back lowly then departed the scene, all the while, Sean observed her figure, that great figure, "Nice, nice." he grinned and said to himself before walking on.

Empty handed, Kimberly returned with only frustration. "What happened?" Tommy asked her as she sat down and sighed.

"I caught a boy checking me out," she informed him. Angered, Tommy immediately rose from his seat and began to hunt down this person, only to return five minutes later, also empty handed, the pervert had vanished.