Sorry for not updating this weekend, I was busy starting some new Digimon collections. To make up for it, this chapter is much longer than it was supposed to be.
Here's the next chapter, about Clare. Please note that this is HEAVILY filled with irony. Or at least, I think so.
Enjoy, and review!
Disclaimer: I don't own Power Rangers.
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Purple
Purple is so lively.
It's so bright and pretty.
I love the color.
But I never thought I'd be associated with it.
I was the bumbling sorceress-in-training who always screwed things up.
I was clumsy.
Purple, however, is the color of royalty.
It stands for poise and sophistication.
The exact opposite of me.
It's been said I have such an important job, and such an important role.
I love to help, so I do.
I try to do things right, but I almost always fail.
Very rarely do I do anything correctly.
I hate myself for it.
Purple is so different.
It can be special and stand out.
Or it can blend in.
It has so many different shades and flavors.
It has so many different uses.
It's so pretty.
I want to be pretty.
I want to be useful.
I want to bland in, yet stand out.
I want to be royalty.
I want to be Purple.
I desperately want to be Purple.
I have so much to live up to, being associated with Purple.
I have to be special.
I have to poise.
I have to be classy.
I have to special.
I'm not any of those things.
I'm not Purple.
But I want to be.
Oh, do I want to be.
I want to be Purple.
I want to be able to hold my head up high.
I want to be able to stand out from the crowd.
I want to be me.
I want to be Purple.