I'm writing this down just in case. I don't know if it's anything I need to be worried about, but…you never know. I might be freaking out over nothing but I needed to make sure I'm not going crazy. Maybe I'll write back later and explain more but…

I think Khoa broke into my house.

Into my house and my room specifically.

Let me start at the beginning. It always helps me to figure out my problems, by listing things numerically and in order. It's sort of helping here but I don't think I'd feel better until all of this is done.

I'd come back from the fair the happiest I'd been in a long time. Or at least the happiest since I met Khoa. Jason makes me feel really happy, he makes me feel safe. Ranger powers aside, he makes me feel the safest. I guess I've always felt that way. I go to him whenever I have a problem, more often than the others. There's just some things I can share easier with him than I can with anyone else. And it's the most amazing feeling I've ever felt. That's the part my mom and dad don't understand about why I don't like the idea of an arranged marriage. I don't have that feeling of total comfort with Khoa.

If I can't tell him I'm a ranger, I can't trust him and he can't trust me.

I don't trust him.

I trust Jason and Kim and Tommy and Zack and Billy and Avalon and Bailey.

That trust was further broken when I got home from the fair. My mom and dad didn't say anything to me that would've made me suspicious. They asked me if we had a good time at the fair. I said we did. They didn't know I was going to be there with Jason, so that was good. Actually, it was a little fun to know I was keeping that secret from my mom and dad. Like it was against their rules and I was rebelling in some way. Stupid, I know, but compared to the pressure they've put on me, it was a good feeling. I could feel my soul cleansing a little, if that makes any sense.

Anyway, I went to my room and immediately felt that something was off. I can sense things, I've always been able to, and I sensed something in my room was wrong. I still feel that. But the thing is, I can't tell if anything was moved. I know something happened in my room but I can't be sure what. Nothing in my bed, dresser, or shelves were messed up. Everything was in its place…except one thing.

I have dolphin figurines I collect and they're arranged on my dresser. All of my friends know I collect them, I love dolphins. No one else knows. I looked over them and felt a bad…presence as I looked at them. It's weird, I looked them over and had a bad feeling. But the eeriest thing was that one of them was in a different position than I usually have it…I think. I can't know for sure. I don't look over my dolphins every day. But it was out of place, moved in a funny way.

I can easily explain it; my mom comes in to check how I clean my room nearly every day. She might've moved something. It was her answer when I asked her about it that made me shudder even more, that made me think Khoa might've had something to do with it.

"Mom, did you clean my room today?" I asked her. Or maybe I shouted or snapped at her. My mom gave me a harsh glare and said that I needed to speak slower and in Vietnamese. I guess I was so freaked, I was speaking English. So I repeated my question in Vietnamese.

Then my mom shook her head and said, "I did not look today. I don't look on the weekends, just on the weekdays."

And my dad asked, "Is there anything wrong, Trinity?"

"I was just wondering if someone was in my room. I don't know, I felt something…"

My mom nodded and said, "We went out to dinner and when we came back we felt a presence. So we burned incense and offered prayers. You're probably feeling nothing more than the leftover presence."

And I nodded and agreed.

But I don't think so.

I think it was him. I can't prove it but I think it was. I have to see him soon and I'm going to confront him with him hurting me. And that we can be friendly with each other for our families, but that I want nothing more to do with him. I'll explain to my parents.

I owe it to myself.

Trini put her pen into the middle of her book and closed it. She tucked it beneath her pillow and leaned back against it, looking at the ceiling. She brought her hand up to the necklace that sat around her neck, the one Jason had bought her, and smiled.

A/N: Hey guys, I'm back! I'm sorry I've been around for a while but I'm back. While I was gone I've thought of some other Powerless stories, but ones with the rangers as a group, though they're all part of the powerless series. To make it easier to understand; stories like this that are individual of the rangers will have their own titles, ones that are about the group will be (from now on) titled Powerless II and on and on as the stories go on.

I hope you're excited for those and I hope you enjoyed this chapter.

~Av