As is typical with the rebel loner kids, Tommy had spaced out, not listening to a single word Mr. Welch said. But Tommy wasn’t that kid. In fact, he wasn’t a kid at all anymore. He was an adult. A seemingly responsible adult who was supposed to be taking notes. He broke out of his reverie to discover he had missed the first three teachers’ introductions.

Shit! He thought to himself. “If I have to shadow one of them, I am going to look like such an ass.” He mumbled.

“And finally, we have Kimberly Hart.” What? Tommy jerked his head up. Had Ms. Randall just said Kimberly Hart? Surely he had heard her wrong. Or it was possibly another Kimberly Hart, right?Kimberly really liked this little boy. He was so charitable and really did want to see her happy. She only wished he were older; he might understand her problems a little better. Even then, he wouldn’t completely understand because he had never been a Power Ranger, never knew what it was like to have a friend as a Power Ranger. Still, he did know one thing and that was how to love unconditionally. Myk looked up from the shining white sword. "I'm fine. I was right, this is the good one."

         "Okay, so what do we do about that one?" Deacon asked, pointing to the other sword.

         Exodia and the dark spirit that dwells within it cannot be destroyed, any more than I can, Ikaika intoned to Myk.

         So, what do we do? Hide it somewhere?

         No. You must not touch it. Leave it, the sword suggested. If it is ever awakened, I will know, and I will alert you. But for now, let it remain here, forgotten.

As he led her into his room, she saw that his side was covered in balloons and streamers. He had a roommate, another little boy, who was sleeping. She saw that he had already been given one of Jayden’s stuffed animals, a caramel teddy bear wearing a white t-shirt that was tucked under the little boy’s arm. Kimberly saw a woman sitting by his bed, and she presumed that this was his mother. The woman spoke up. “Hello there. I’m Jayden’s mother, Mrs. Mullins,” she said as she offered her hand. She was a tall, plump woman who seemed to share Jayden’s outlook on life.

“Grow up, Tommy.” He scolded himself. He looked over the sea of heads to a petite woman, with long caramel hair standing up to address the room.

“Hi. I’m Miss Hart. You may call me Kimberly or Kim. I am a native Californian, just completed my teaching certification and I’ll be teaching Senior English as well as Speech and Drama.” She said, cheerfully. If the teacher’s version of high school was true, and Tommy was the rebel loner, Kimberly was the hot, popular cheerleader. The girl that every boy wanted but couldn’t have. Especially the rebel loner boy.