Printable Power Rangers Coloring Pages Novels & Stories

"Guessing the 'Power Rangers' are still asleep..." "The what?" Instead of answering with words, I pointed at the framed, blown-up group photo hanging from one of the brick walls. One wherein all six of them were dressed as the colorful superheroes (sans masks). Blue, Green, Orange, Pink, White, Yellow. Every time I looked at my roommate in that picture, I had to grin. There was just something so oxymoronic, so paradoxical about how a person whose skin was adorned with more colors than a rainbow was nicknamed Gray and dressed as the White Ranger.

I had no idea why, but her flashing eyes and the glow of her hair told me she wasn’t going to back down, even though her cowlick was worse than ever, no matter how long she kept her head under a hat. Between a regimen of potions and more rest, she had regained most of her strength and started to put on a bit more weight. Nora was going to leave the day after Ginevra’s birthday so she could be the pink ranger to Quillan’s red. Matt had been made the white ranger for some reason, and I was green at Ginevra’s insistence. I knew nothing about the Power Rangers, but seeing how happy Quillan was made it inconsequential, honestly.