TWICE CHOSEN

RogueAngel82

Reefside

"What is this place?" Jordan questioned as they stepped into the living room, of a dark house. Faint lined objects could be made out from the dim light flowing though the cracks of the curtains.

"It's owned by the council," Kim replied reaching out to flick the light switch, sighing in relief as the lights clicked on. "Looks like the electricity is paid up,. The council has had Reefside as a potential hotspot for awhile…a lot of weird goings on here. They thought a Hellmouth might open here, well here or Disneyland."

She took a look around the newly lit room, taking in the white sheet covered furniture. "We should look at getting our stuff out of the car. No sense in waiting to get settled."

"Its going to take us most of the night to get your stuff in," Jordan said glancing sideways at Kim, "Lets hope this place has large wardrobe space." She was silent for a moment before her eyes lit up, she took off running;, "I call master bedroom!"

"As if!"

#SC#

It was the next day that found Jordan and Kim sitting in her car. Morning sunshine shone through the windows as Jordan squinted at something beyond. Kimberly looked in the direction then back at her charge.

"You alright?" she asked.

"I'm trying to see if I can make it blow up with the power of my mind, so I don't have to face…its not working."

"This was the council's ruling." Kim informed, "If you want to stay with me, you have to do this."

"I'll be alright," Jordan replied mournfully, opening her car door.

"I'll see you later." Kim called to which she got an unenthusiastic wave. Turning Jordan walked towards her new challenge, mentally cursing the council as she walked pass a sign proclaiming. Reefside High.

#SC#

A lot could be said about the staff of Reefside high and their secret lives. But none more interesting or awe inspiring then the science teacher, Dr. Thomas Oliver. Having gained his education at such a young age, 'Tommy' was a relatively young teacher. His naturally tanned skin told of his Native American ancestry. While his thick dark hair, that he trained in spikes, and long lashes, that framed dark brown eyes, seemed almost feminine, everything else about him was purely masculine. But aside from all that Thomas Oliver had been and was the greatest and longest serving Power Ranger ever.

Now however, now he was teaching high school science.

His class was silent as the students quietly reviewed their textbooks. The sound of rustling pages and the occasional whisper, filtered out the sound of the wall clock, as it ticked away the class time.

The click of high heels welcomed the sight of Principle Randall. Dressed in what could have been a classy business suit, except for the six-inch heels and the short hemline. The exotic looking woman reached behind her before propelling a young girl into the room.

"You have another one," she stated shortly, "She just transferred in today." And with that she turned striding down the corridor in search of any unfortunate student late for class, leaving the girl standing bemused in the doorway. Her build was fine, like a dancer. Plain blue jeans ran low of her hips, as lacy cream coloured top covered the body. She was looking after the principle with a look that said how much she was mentally restraining herself from making a wisecrack.

Tommy stepped forward to greet the new student. "Hello, I'm Dr. Oliver." He greeted. The girl gave a typical teenager node in reply. "Why don't you take a seat, and tell us about yourself."

The girl walked to the back of the room, before dropping into the only available seat. Her aqua eyes darting around the room, as she probable realized she was the center of everyone's attention.

"So," Tommy coaxed, "What's your name? Where did you transfer from?"

"My name is Jordan Brooks," she stated softly, her accent a strange blending that spoke of someone who traveled often. "I just transferred in from New York. My guardian has… business here."

"Guardian?" Cassidy voice cut in as her reporter instinct caught the word and shifted her into reporter mode.

"My parents died," Jordan stated simple as she turned to face her fellow student, "I live with a guardian." Her voice was cold, but something in her eyes spoke of loss.

"Alright," Tommy said, "That's enough back to the material. Jordan I know you don't have any of the books, yet but I'm sure someone will share with you and help catch you up." His eyes searched for voluntaries, when a hand rose into the air, with a yellow gem encrusted bracelet. "Thank you Kira."