Mighty Morphin Power Rangers by Heather Ray (good book recommendations TXT) 📖

me an e-mail message today, and she seemed rather distraught. It could be my imagination, but she seems... lonely."

"You may be right," Tommy said, standing up, "Okay then, let's take a look around this mall, and see what we can buy for Trini. I have an idea."

Tommy quickly guided Billy through the crowded mall like an expert, and they stopped at a booth selling jewelry of gold and sterling silver. Tommy grinned to himself.

"Wow. Spending so much time at this mall certainly made me quite a navigator."

Billy nodded in agreement, and gazed at the different pendants beneath the glass case.

"Women love jewelry," Tommy said, "and if you get her a locket, she'll always be able to carry your love with her wherever she goes."

Billy tapped his chin and looked at the different heart lockets. "I don't know," he said, "It seems a little presumptuous of me to assume that she'd want a photograph of me to carry around her neck."

"Okay. What about heart-shaped earrings?"

Billy glanced over to the earrings and frowned. "Trini doesn't really wear earrings. She doesn't like to ornament herself like a Christmas Tree. She told me that once."

"Oh," said Tommy, "then I guess jewelry is out of the question."

Tommy jumped when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned around, and saw Kimberly looking up at him, her eyebrows raised.

"So," she said suspiciously, "what are you two doing at the jewelry booth? I thought you were going to the computer store."

"Maybe they're Valentine's Day shopping," Aisha said, nudging Tommy with her elbow. He suddenly grinned when an idea struck him.

"Actually," he said, "Billy is the one shopping. For Trini."

Billy glared at his friend in horror as both Kimberly and Aisha smiled with surprise excitement.

"Why did you tell them?!" he asked in exhasperation.

"Who knows Trini better than Kimberly?" Tommy asked. Billy sighed, defeated.

"So," said Kimberly, "what are you getting her?"

"I... I don't know," Billy admitted, feeling the heat rising in his cheeks, "I was hoping you'd have a suggestion."

Kimberly pensively tapped her chin for a moment, and then smiled. "Sure, I have an idea! Let's go to Macy's!"

Kimberly grabbed Billy by the wrist and lead him through the crowds of shoppers. Aisha and Tommy followed the pair into the Macy's department store. Kimberly lead Billy through the store as if she had it memorized, and finally stopped at the sweater department.

"Its really cold in Switzerland," Kimberly said, scanning through racks of sweaters, "and I'm sure she could use some warm clothes."

"I don't know her size," Billy objected.

"She's a small," Kimberly told him, picking out a lemon yellow cardigan. She then frowned and put it back.

"I don't think a sweater will convey what I want it to," Billy said, "Somehow I don't think its... personal enough."

"If you want personal, why don't you buy her underwear?" Aisha asked with a playful smile. Billy instantly turned beet red.

"I doubt I'm going to find anything at this mall I care to purchase," he said, walking out of the store, "I'm about all shopped out."

Aisha watched worriedly as Billy left Macy's. "Maybe I shouldn't have made fun of him," she said, her tone laced with guilt.

"He's just having a hard time with this," Kimberly said, "Buying gifts is tough for anyone, and you know Billy. He always needs to succeed. To get a perfect grade, to buy a perfect present... he's scared she won't like what he gets her."

Suddenly, Aisha's dark eyes lit up with inspiration. "I'll be right back," she said to Tommy and Kim, before jogging out of the store after Billy. She soon found him standing at the fountain, watching the coins glitter beneath the water's surface.

"I'm sorry, Billy," she said quietly, "I should have taken this thing more seriously."

"Don't worry about it," Billy said with a weak smile, "This isn't your problem. Its mine. It was a stupid idea to purchase a Valentine's gift for Trini. I know I'd never pick the right gift."

"Billy, I've only known you for a couple of months, but I know that since I've met you, you haven't had a single 'stupid idea'. Telling the one you love how you feel is what Valentine's Day is all about."

"Perhaps," Billy said, sitting down on the side of the fountain, "but I know I won't get the right gift. I'll look foolish."

"Billy, what exactly do you want your present to convey?"

"Well, I want Trini to know how much she means to me. She is so important to me, Aisha. Since we first met, she was a light for me. She helped me through my awkward years, and showed me that someone cared for me. She was always so gentle and kind, that she managed to help me crack my shell, and make friends. Her patience and sensitivity are the stuff of legends, and I know I could tell her anything, except--"

"That you love her?" Aisha finished.

"Precisely," Billy said sadly.

"Billy, she obviously cares deeply about you. If she didn't, she surely wouldn't invest so much of her time trying to be your friend."

"I... I know she cares, but I... I don't want to ruin our friendship."

"Nothing you can ever do can break a friendship like that," Aisha said honestly, "What you just told me was absolutely beautiful, Billy. You two are kindred spirits. There is nothing that can ever change that. Perhaps, you can even bring your relationship to a higher level."

"I... I don't know how."

"Billy, giving a gift isn't about money, and it isn't about trying to impress someone. I always felt gift-giving is expressing one's love. You want to give Trini a part of yourself, to show her what she means to you."

"Exactly," Billy said, perking up a bit at Aisha's insight.

"Well, my grandmother always told me that the most precious gifts are the ones made. They demonstrate how much you care by displaying that you put time and effort into the gift. You are a very creative and gifted person, Billy. If anyone can create the perfect gift, I know its you."

Billy slowly nodded, and a smile crept onto his face. He then tightly hugged Aisha, and rose to his feet.

"Thanks, Aisha," he said, "you've given me the perfect idea!"

With that, he waved at her, and hurried out of the mall. She shook her head, and smiled in contentment.

"Glad I could help, Billy," she said as she watched him disappear into the crowd, "Glad I could help."
Chapter Three

Wednsday, February 14, 1996

Trini walks into her apartment building after a long day of research for her term paper on the Middle Eastern situation. Just because she's attending a Peace Conference, doesn't mean she doesn't have high school work to do. She slowly makes her way down the hall, and opens her mailbox on the first floor.

Not like there's anything here...

she thought as she turned the key. To her surprise, a small piece of white paper was in the small mailbox. She read the hastily scribbled message on the slip.

"I got a package?" she said in disbelief, "From who?"

She shrugged, and walked over to the mail room, and handed the ticket to the person at the desk. She took the paper and left, only to return about half a minute later with a square box about six inches by six inches. She signed for the package, and thanked the worker, anxious to get to her room. After a quick elevator ride, she hurried down the hallway, fumbled with the lock, and entered her apartment. She carefully put the box on the kitchen table, and shed her coat, gloves, and hat to make herself more comfortable. Finally, she sat down at the table and opened the package. She gasped.

Inside was a square chest, made of finished wood. It was intricately carved, and the shape almost reminded Trini of her morpher. She lifted it to her face, and gazed at it in awe. It was absolutely beautiful in its simplicity.

Trini then looked down, and saw a small blue card inside the box. She gently put down the chest, and opened the card.

Dear Trini,

You're probably surprised to receive this from me, but I feel I've waited long enough to tell you this. Trini, you are very special to me. In fact, I love you, more than anyone else alive. You are my best friend, my confidant, my equal in intelligence, my superior in courage, my pillar of strength, and my inspiration. It was very difficult for me to select a gift for you, because I wanted to express exactly what I felt for you. I finally decided (with a little help from Aisha)

that the best thing to do was make something myself. I've always been one to work with my hands, so I decided to embark on the mission of creating the perfect present. I hope I succeeded.

Happy Valentine's Day.

--Billy

Trini could feel the tears welling in her eyes as she placed the card back into its envelope carefully. She picked up the chest and the card, and went into her bedroom. She placed the card on her mirror, and the chest in the very center of her dresser, where Ticklesneezer formerly sat. She smiled with satisfaction at how the chest looked from a distance, and then she opened it. She was surprised to hear a soft melody, somewhat familiar, flow forth from the box as she gazed at the blue velvet that lined the interior. In the center was a small figurine with long, ebony hair, wearing all yellow. She was standing on her toes, with her head tilted towards the sky. Her hair was sculpted as blowing slightly behind her, and her eyes were closed. She smiled at the likeness, and kneeled down on the plush carpet to watch the figurine spin at eye level. The music was then accompanied by a gentle soprano, that Trini immediately recognized as Mariah Carey.

When I am lost
You shine a light for me and set me free
When I am low
You wash away my tears
And take me through
The loneliness
And emptiness
Through the darkest night
Somehow I'll survive
Through it all
When you tell me I'm the only one you need
Sweet and tenderly
And your love
Breaks away the clouds surrounding me
All I have I want to give to thee

If I should fall
Your love is strong enough to lift me up
If I'm afraid
You chase away my fears
And take me to
A brighter place
Beyond the rain
And I feel alright
Because you're by my side
Through it all
When