Tommy Oliver would first like to say that it was not her fault that she got Saturday detention on her first day at her new school. Well, it was her fault. But that guy was being an asshole. So not totally her fault.
She was, unsurprisingly, the first one to the school, and followed the very explicit signs to where the detention room was. Very helpful those paper arrows that lead directly to the basement. That had a whiteboard plastered with the word detention. It was almost as if people had Saturday detention often.
Picking out a seat in the front corner of the room, Tommy slung her jacket over the chair and set down the binder and sketchbook she'd brought with her. Then she settled in in preparation for the next three hours until they were let out at noon.
By the time other students actually started showing up, Tommy had to pee. So she left her things at the desk and set out for the only bathroom that she actually managed to remember on the singular day she'd been in the school.
Turns out that there was one closer, which she was actually quite happy about. It lessened the chance of her being late, because for however many fights Tommy was willing to get in, she would not sacrifice her punctuality for it.
Turns out her motivation was useless this time as when she got back to the detention room, the monitor had arrived and had already started calling role,
"For the last time, Tomara Oliver!"
"I'm here!" the brunette slid down the stair railing, and jogged over to the desk she'd already set her stuff down at.
The teacher leveled his eyes at her, but let it go, "As always, approved coursework, or the Better Choices Workbook."
Tommy rolled her eyes, this was nothing compared to her last school's idea of detention. Twenty students, cleaning the gym, and buffing the floors every other week. Though it did still take time out of her weekend.
The latina opened her binder, pulling out what was left of her math homework, starting on the second of four pages (seriously, it was her first day). Every so often she'd look up and around at the other people in the room. Eventually, her eyes caught a glimpse of paper slicing through the air. A hand shot up to catch it, it was a guy, blond. She saw him begin to lower his hand and started to look away, but not before spotting the little square bit of paper between two of his fingers. Cool.
Tommy tried to memorize the look on his face, and reached over to the side of her binder where she'd been working to her closed sketchbook, flipping it to a blank page. Then she started to sketch. She alternated between her Calculus and the sketch, making it as far as the outline of his face and a detailed hand.
She was just finishing the third page of the packet and was about to resume shading the small bit of paper when the monitor called out, "It's noon. You're all free to go. I'll see most of you again next we-"
An explosion echoed throughout the room, sounding like it was coming from one of the school hallways, "Cranston!"
"That might have been my fault!" another boy, Cranston she supposed, said a not so guilty grimace on his face, "That might have been my fault, I'm so sorry."
Tommy couldn't help but laugh as she shrugged her emerald green jacket onto her shoulders. Binder and sketchbook in hand, she beamed at the darker-skinned boy before walking out the door. Only to be greeted a ways down the hall with a decently sized scattering of both metal and concrete.
She was about to keep going when she spotted something in the rubble: a small bit of red wiring, "Clever," Tommy whispered to herself, as she stepped over.
Maybe her sister was right. Maybe this town would be different than the last. Certainly more entertaining.
Hello everyone! If it's your first time here, welcome! I'm Aria, if not, WELCOME! Thanks for also reading my other books! This was inspired after I watched the 2017 Power Rangers movie last week, which was super amazing, had such great representation, and just over all exceeded all of my expectations, making it one of my new favorite films. Also, I first posted this on AO3 (Archive Of Our Own), as I just got the account and wanted to do something special (also there's gif icons!). Tommy is played by the fabulous Victoria Moroles, and I'm really looking forward to writing this. As always, have a wonderful day and I hope to see you all again soon. :)
~ AriaP.S. Comment's really help boost my morale. :)
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