Heart of a Ranger ((DO NOT READ GOING UNDER MAJOR EDITING))

1.

Monday had come and I grudgingly rolled out of bed. I checked my phone and sighed. I had completely forgotten about that history project that was due today. Well, at least most of it was finished; I just had to write another paragraph and then I'd be good.

I got up and and went to my dresser, pulling out some undergarments, a red v-neck, and some grey skinnies. I threw that on and then slipped on my red high tops and picked up my bracelet. I looked at it and smiled. The bracelet was from the Red Ranger who saved me when I was little. A few weeks after he saved me, he came by my house and gave me something of his: a leather wrist cuff with a red gem encrusted in the middle. After that, I saw nothing more of the Red Ranger or any Power Rangers at all, almost as if the Power Rangers had disappeared completely. After a few years, everyone believed that the Rangers were gone forever, but I always had a feeling inside of me that the Rangers were still around. We just didn't see them because we no longer needed them.

I sighed and, grabbing my book bag, headed down the stairs, trying to figure out how to finish up my history project.

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I walked through the halls of Fredrickson High, heading for my locker. It was my lunch hour, and I decided to drop off my things in my locker before doing anything else. I got to my locker and unlocked. Just as I was opening the door, someone came up behind me and slammed the door shut. "Hey nerd," a husky voice said.

I sighed and turned to face the world's biggest asshole (and who just so happened to be captain of the football team); Jackson Peterson. He grinned at me and I just sighed. "What do you want Jackson?" I asked.

He shrugged and said, "Just thought I'd say hi."

I rolled my eyes and opened up my locker again, shoving my book bag and binder into my locker. "Really?" I asked, grabbing my Ipod. "Because to me, 'Hey nerd' seemed like an insult."

"Aw, c'mon babe," he said, "don't take things so personally."

I turned to face and glowered at him. "First off," I said bluntly, "I may not take things so personally if you were a little nicer-" at this Jackson rolled his eyes, but I continued. "And secondly," I slammed my door shut in his face. "I'm not you're babe," I told him before walking off.

Jackson started to yell stuff at me, I just simply put my earbuds in and turned on my Ipod. I had better things to do than to listen to Jackson's crap.

I walked out onto the lawn and headed towards the cafeteria. I really was tired of Jackson and his 'high and mighty' act. He thought that he could get away with everything because of his looks and the fact that he's Captain of the football team. I sighed and turned up my music. I needed to stop thinking about all of this. 

When I got into the cafeteria, I yanked one ear bud out of my ear and went through the line. I bought myself a sandwich and a can of Gatorade before walking back outside. I found myself a bench and sat down, unwrapping my sandwich. I took a bite of it and started thinking again. I wasn't thinking about Jackson, I was just thinking about all of the crazy things going on. Why life had to be so difficult was beyond me, and why everyone else had to help screw it was even harder to comprehend. 

I was deep in thought when all of the sudden, a football hit me in the back of my head. I jumped and looked behind me, seeing Jackson and his friends standing together about 10 feet away. Jackson stood there smirking while his friends laughed and high fived each other. I rolled my eyes and grabbed my book bag, walking away from the scene. The last thing I needed was to get involved with Jackson. And after learning from past experiences, I've learned that it's best for everyone to just walk away from Jackson's drama.

Soon, I felt a strong hand grab my shoulder and whip me around. Jackson looked down at me and said, "Why are ignoring me babe?"

I scowled and shoved his hand off of me. "I already told you Jackson," I said strongly, "I'm not your babe. And I'm ignoring you because YOU'RE being an ass."