Trini sighed, Zack had asked her to meet him at the juice bar later to work on their homework assignment from Mr Caplan. Who would have thought that doing the Second World War would have been such a complex task, but they had been asked to interview veterans and that had been far more long winded than it had needed to be. The young woman dressed in yellow had put together so many notes from just her great grandfather she had filled a note book, but that was down to him embellishing the stories.
She had no doubt that Zack had a similar amount of notes if not more from his visit to the care home. Looking down at her note pad she grimaced wondering how long it was going to take them to put together these stories on paper and then take them apart explaining what was fact and what was hyperbole.
She knew on some level that her partner for this was going to be annoyed at her running late, but another she knew he'd forgive her when the future black ranger saw the sheer volume of stuff she was carrying. Text books, notes, even old newspaper clippings. There was little doubt that most of it wouldn't be used but that wasn't the point she was anal retentive like this over even the smallest of things.
It was just her luck though, just five minutes from her final destination and it began to rain, not just a light shower, but literally sheets of water hitting her and the books in her bags. Silently she prayed they would survive this deluge of water as she broke from her walk into a run, and finally into a sprint.
She managed to cover the several hundred yards in about fifth of the time it would normally have taken her but she was still soaked through. In her locker laid the track suit she wore for sports, for now it would be her only bet at staying dry. Heading to her locker instead of the juice bar, she dropped the now damp books.
---
The young black man threw the basket ball at the hoop for the twentieth time in a row, and each time he had managed to get it in. It wasn't that he played basketball normally it was just that he was wearing down excess energy before his study session with Trini. Not that he would admit it, he was looking forward to it, the young lady unlike most of the people in their class seemed polite and kind, something he himself strived to be.
A dull thud echoed through the court, it seemed that someone had joined him and they were practising their shots on the other hoop. Paying that person no heed he continued taking shots at the hoops till he finally hit fifty, at that magic number he picked up his ball and headed back towards the locker room to both shower and get out of his sweaty clothing and into something clean before he was going to be late.
The locker room was silent bar a few guys chatting about soccer, they turned not stopping their conversation as the door closed behind the new comer. Zack's response was a nod with a smile before he walked over to his locker and pulled out a purple towel and some shower gel.
Stepping into the tower cubicle the hot water hit him, a quick shower was all he took as he stepped out the towel wrapped around his waist once he'd dried off. In his mind he was keeping the other people from being jealous of what the currently couldn't see, in reality it was just him being polite.
Once he was changed into a fresh pair of shorts and his usual choice of brightly coloured shirt he headed out towards the juice bar, the sound of the heavy rain hitting the roof echoing throughout the quiet school building.
---
The giant alabaster head awoke from his ancient slumber as sirens went off through out the command centre. Finally after all these years his timeless crusade against evil had begun once more, Rita Repulsa, the vile villain he had sealed away ten thousand years ago had awoken once more.
Along with his own awakening, the small red, copper and blue robot that had served him faithfully all these years had come back to life with a characteristic Ai yai yai yai yai. Though the previous humans had thought those words were a quirk of the robot's, Zordon knew quite well that was the restraint program punishing him for disobedient thoughts.
"Alpha 5, it seems our enemy has once again come to attack this planet, find me five teens with attitude at once" he boomed out across the small space. The robot's thought was just to grab the first group of five people he would find, they would do, they always did. Even if they didn't Zordon would just replace them like the pawns that they truly were.