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Summary: Melissa Baker was just a regular, yet punk girl from New York when she and her family moved to Angel Grove. Now that she's back in New York from her adventures in Angel Grove, she has to once again go to California, but to Reefside where an old friend resides. Once she arrives there, her past comes back, but it doesn't really haunt her. What happens when she embraces the old Ranger ways?
"We'll never forget you. You'll always be with us." She heard him say, a smile spread across his face.
"I'll miss you guys." She heard herself say.
"We got you something, so you'd never forget us." He said, taking her hand and setting an emerald and silver ring into it.
"You didn't have to do this. I'll never forget you guys… I promise."
She awoke with a start. She looked around her bedroom until she was satisfied that she was, in fact, there. She let out a long sigh and rubbed her eyes, making sure she wasn't seeing things. It had been a dream, that's all. Just a dream. Or had it? No. It hadn't. It was a memory. One from a long time ago.
But, it was a good dream. She raised her right hand closer to her face. She smiled as she looked at the ring on her one finger. "I'll never forget you." She repeated, softly. "But, I wonder if you've forgotten me."
She jumped as her alarm began to loudly blast her favorite radio station. She sighed as she let it go and climbed out of bed. Music always motivated her to get ready in the morning.
Her name was Melissa Baker, Mel for short. She was twenty-six-years-old with blond hair and green eyes. She was a real beauty with a slender, yet curvy body that guys would drool over. Yet, she wouldn't have anything to do with them. She was a career woman. At least, she was for the time being.
She was a writer for the New York Times. She was very good at what she did, yet her boss wouldn't give her the time of day if his life depended on it. He considered her to be the local writer and that's all, so she would never get anything important to write about. She didn't really care as long as she was getting something to write about. Of course, the problem was that no one ever read her stuff, so there was no way to get anything better.
She shuffled into the bathroom and turned on her shower. She made sure the temperature was just right before she even began to undress.
She threw her clothes on the floor as she climbed into the shower and turned on the radio in there as well. She didn't like it if it was totally quiet in her apartment. It just creeped her out, since it was so big for only one person.
She lathered up her loofa with her milk and honey body wash and began to scrub herself clean as she thought back to her dream/memory.
She had lived in New York all but one year of her life. During that year, she lived in Angel Grove, California which was the complete opposite of New York City. She remembered when she first moved to Angel Grove. She didn't want to have anything to do with anyone there, but she didn't know the area, so she was given a guide named Tommy Oliver.
She remembered the day that they met as if it was yesterday.
She entered the school's main office, looking at those around her. She noticed some students giving her nasty looks as she walked by. She wasn't the same as she was no. She had dyed chunks of hair green and wore only black and green, her two favorite colors. She was a punk and she was trapped in a school of happy, peppy, surfer people. So, the feelings she had for them were mutual. Her eyes set on a guy with long brown hair and brown eyes. He wore all white and was very muscular. She smiled to herself when she saw him. She though he was very cute.
"Next!" The secretary at the new students' desk called out. Melissa approached it, slowly. "Name?" She asked.
"Um, Melissa Baker." She said, softly.
The secretary nodded as she looked from the girl's schedule. She pulled a card from a small box and handed it to Melissa. "Here is your schedule… Welcome to angelGroveHigh School. Your guide's name is on the back of your schedule." The secretary wasn't in a good mood, Melissa could tell that, so she decided to quickly get out of line (one had formed behind her those two minutes she was standing there). "Next!"
Melissa rolled her eyes and looked at the back of her schedule for the name of her guide. "Tommy Oliver." She read. "Okay." She looked around the office to try to figure out which one was Tommy Oliver, but she just couldn't figure it out. She was usually so good at it. Maybe it was because she was nervous about her first day of school.
She turned to look at the people who were standing on the other side of the room, when she bumped into a black girl wearing a yellow t-shirt and shorts. "Oh, I'm sorry." The girl apologized, and then looked at Melissa. "You're new, huh?" The blond nodded. "I can tell. You have that lost look on your face."
"I'm looking from my guide."
"Maybe I can help. What's their name?" She asked.
"Um, Tommy Oliver."
The black girl nodded. "Ah, okay. I can help you. I'm Aisha, by the way. Aisha Campbell."
"Melissa Baker… Mel."
"It's nice to meet you. Tommy's just over here, come on." Melissa nodded as Aisha led her over to the guy with long brown hair and who was wearing all white. "Tommy, the girl you're supposed to show around is here."
He nodded and looked at Melissa. "You're Mel Baker?" He asked.
She nodded. "It's Melissa, actually. All of my friends just call me Mel."
He nodded. "It's nice to meet you."
"You too." She said.
"Well, I've got to get to homeroom." Aisha said, leaving the two be.
Tommy smiled at Melissa and asked her to see her schedule. "Good. You have all of the same classes I do. You'll be fine."
She smiled. "Good." Tommy was about to speak to her again when someone called his name.
"Hey, Tommy!" Tommy turned to see his friend and brother, Jason, calling him. "Are we still on, after school?"
"You can count on it!" Tommy called to his friend and turned back to Melissa. "That's Jason Scott. He's a good friend of mine…" He said. "So, where are you from?"
"New York." She answered.
"That's cool… Um, well, let me give you a quick tour before homeroom."
She nodded. "Okay."
"Oh, by the way, Welcome to Angel Grove. I think you're going to like it here."
"I'm starting to already." She said, smiling at him.
"'It's now 7:35 and here's Scott with the weather'."
"Damn!" She said as she came back to reality. She hadn't realized how quickly time had flown by. She was going to be late for work.