DISCLAIMER: I do not own the Power Rangers. If I did I would've done things differently.

Chapter Two

I climbed out of my pink Mitsubishi Eclipse that I was sure my mom's husband had paid for, but hey who's complaining? I walked inside the high school and immediately went into the office.

"Can I help you?" A secretary I didn't know asked me.

"I'm Kimberly Hart; my mom called and re-enrolled me for classes." I said this in a very nervous voice.

"Oh Kimberly, yes, I've got your schedule here. You have the same locker that you had last time. Here's the combination for it." The secretary looked at her closely. "My name's Jessica. If I can be of any assistance to you please let me know."

"Thank you." I said softly as I took the packet of information she held out.

"If you go to the book room you can pick up your books there. Someone will be waiting for you."

Nodding I stepped out of the office and walked the familiar hallways to the bookroom. The bell had already rang so the halls were empty. At the book room I was given my books for English, Chemistry, Algebra, American History, and Art History. For gym I wouldn't need a book and my other class was a free period. After I put most of my things in the locker, I walked down the hall to my homeroom. I had been assigned back to Ms. Applebee's class and as I stood outside the door, I closed my eyes for a moment before pushing the door open.

"Kimberly, welcome back. Your old desk is there for you." Ms. Applebee smiled gently at me. Most of the teachers knew about the accident that had changed my life so I expected the compassionate looks of the teachers. I hurried to the desk, without looking at some familiar faces. I did not want to talk them. See I shared homeroom with Aisha, Rocky, Adam and Katherine. Tommy I knew was in a different class along with Billy.

I looked at Ms. Applebee waiting for her to continue with the morning's news. "The biggest part of this week's agenda is the Fall Dance. The dance will take place this Friday, October 5th at the Youth Center. Please invite someone and come. It is open to all high school students." I gathered this was common news among the students as I heard rustling and the excited voices of people in the classroom. Ten minutes later the bell rang and I hurried out of the room. I was trying to avoid the Rangers, and they would figure it out. Little did I know my life was about to change again.

"Kimberly!" I heard Skull's voice call my name and plastering a fake smile on my face I turned to look at him.

"Hey Skull," I casually changed my things to my other arm. Skull gave me a friendly hug.

"Welcome back to Angel Grove. My mom told me you were coming back."

"Oh," see the one thing you probably don't know is that Skull's mom was good friends with my mom.

"What's your first class?" He asked me as we walked through the hall towards my locker.

"Art History," I made a face. It wasn't exactly like I hated history but come on who really cares about art history. "Look I need to go. I'm sure Bulk's looking for you." With that I turned and hurried into the ladies restroom. After taking care of my needs I walked towards the art room. I didn't even know what to expect because when I rounded the corner I ran smack into Rocky.

"Kimberly!" Rocky said my name a little overly excited.

"Hey Rocky," was my reply, which was muffled when Rocky hugged me. Some things hadn't changed when I noticed that he was wearing a red shirt. "You're alone?" I faked surprise.

"Actually," Rocky looked nervous. "I wanted to talk to you and the others got mad at me."

"Thanks Rocko," I smiled a real smile this time. "What class do you have?"

"Art History," his expression resembled mine from earlier. I couldn't help it I had to laugh.

Taking his arm I steered him back that way. "Well then we'll have some to catch up." Rocky nodded and together we made it into the art room. Looking in the room I saw that Rocky hadn't been too forthcoming with news. I could see all the other Rangers in the room. I glared at him, let go of his arm and went and took a seat, away from the starring eyes. I winced as I sat down. Since I am still recovering from many of my injuries the simple things of sitting down sometimes hurt, mainly because one of my worst injuries had been a broken tailbone. Rocky however was persistent and he came over and sat down on the shared lab desk with me. I glanced at him and couldn't help but laugh a little.

"There that laugh wasn't so hard was it?" Rocky dangled a plastic spider in front of my face, which got a squeal from me.

"Rocky!" I groaned, burying my face in my hands.

Leaning towards me, Rocky's voice was lowered to a whisper. "Care to tell me what happened?"

I looked at him thoughtfully then opened my journal sized notebook and shoved it in his direction. "Read." He was silent as he read the events of my fall, the loss of my horse, the months of recovery and the news clippings of interviews that I'd done while in the hospital. When he was done he did not say one word. He simply hugged me.

A/N: Short Chapter Two hope it helps you understand more about where I'm going with this story, the next chapter is going to start in Tommy's POV.