Okay so this is my first story writing about the Power Rangers. I've been a fan forever and I finally decided to write one!
Somethings aren't canon with the story lines. For instance in this story Tommy was never the Black Dino Ranger. I couldn't find a way to fit that in!
Anyhow I hope you enjoy it!
The morning my life changed was a day that started like any other. I woke up to my alarm blaring and climbed out of bed. After pulling on a pair of jeans and my favorite pink Crash & Burn t-shirt I grabbed my sneakers and headed downstairs for breakfast where my dad already sat.
"Morning baby." he smiled looking up from the paper.
He was always reading the newspapers or some science magazine. Dr. Tommy Oliver was Angel Grove University's newest Professor of Paleontology which is the reason that we had moved here in the first place. He grown up in Angel Grove and had jumped at the chance to move back.
I had inherited his dark hair and eyes and my mother's light complexion and curls. My attitude was more like his but was on the shyer side. I was a horrible student in science much to his chagrin. I preferred reading and writing like my mom.
"Morning." I replied grabbing the orange juice from the fridge and taking a long drink from the carton.
"Izabella Grace, What did I say about drinking from the carton?" he asked looking at me.
"Um…don't put it back empty?" I replied.
"No. I told you to get a glass." he said shaking his head.
"Fine." I replied and grabbed a glass and filled it to the brim before replacing the carton in the fridge.
"Did you study for your history test?" Dad asked as I sat down at the table and began pull on my shoes.
"Yes Dad. I'm not going to fail." I replied smiling at him.
"I just don't want you to get behind Izzy." he replied.
"I'm not going to get behind Dad! If anything I'm ahead. Angel Grove High is about a month behind my old school." I assured him.
"Speaking of school we'd better get going or we'll both be late." He said looking at his watch.
I chugged the rest of my juice and hurried to get my backpack. By the time I had retrieved my backpack from upstairs Dad was waiting for me.
"You know this would be a lot easier if you just let me get my own car." I said to him as we walked out the door.
"Yeah right. I'll have that happen when Rita takes over the earth." He smirked.
"Who?" I asked looking at him.
"Oh uh…nothing…just get in the car kid." he replied and got behind the wheel.
I frowned at him but got in the car and began to fiddle with the radio, hooking my iPod up to it. After that I scrolled through my songs until I found one I liked and hit the play button.
'Without a sound I took her down
And dressed in red and blue I squeezed
Imaginary wedding gown
That you can't wear in front of me!
A kiss goodbye
Your twisted shell
As rice grains and roses fall at your feet
You said goodbye, the hundredth time
And then tomorrow we'll do it again
Tomorrow we'll do it again'
"Have you ever considered that I may want to listen to music I like in my car?" Dad asked.
"You can listen to your music when I get my own car." I grinned at him.
He shook his head with a grin and kept driving. Ten minutes later we pulled up to the front of Angel Grove High where I was a sophomore.
"Alright I'll pick you up from the Youth Center at 5 sharp." Dad said as I got out of the car.
"Yes sir." I replied with a sigh.
"What?" he asked.
"What if I don't want to go the Youth Center Dad? What if I want to go somewhere else?" I asked.
Dad sighed, "Izzy…look I just want to know you're safe okay?"
"Safe? From what?" I asked.
"Just trust me okay Izzy?" Dad said.
I sighed and nodded, "Yeah…okay. I'll see you later. Love you." I replied and kissed his cheek before climbing out of the car.
As I walked towards the front doors I thought about my Dad and the fact that he was so overprotective. It would've been different if it hadn't been so sudden that it had happened. In fact it was only since we'd moved to Angel Grove that he had been freaked out about everything.
Before we'd moved here he had been fine with whatever I wanted to do as long as I was home by a certain time. I was a black belt in karate and was more than capable of taking care of myself. When we'd moved to Angel Grove he had suddenly decided that the world was a dangerous place and that I had to be protected. I couldn't understand why he wanted to move here if he thought it was so dangerous. The only places I'd really seen in the 4 months that we'd live here were the school and the Youth Center. He hadn't even been this overbearing when my Mom had died 3 years before after being hit by a drunk driver.
Walking into the school I joined the noisy clique of students that were milling about and walked to my locker. Opening my backpack I got everything I needed, trading a couple of textbooks for other ones before closing my locker and headed to my first class.
"Good Morning Ms. Oliver." my English teacher Mr. Stewart said as I walked in.
"Morning Mr. Stewart." I replied sitting down in my usual seat in the front.
"How's your dad doing?" he asked.
"He's fine. He's really liking his new job at the University." I replied.
"Good for him." Mr. Stewart replied and went back to writing on the white board.
Mr. Stewart was one of the many people that knew Dad in this town. In addition to my English teacher he knew my Science teacher Mr. Cranston and Ernie who owned the Juice Bar at the Youth Center.
First period passed by quickly as did second and third. At lunch I sat in the corner of the cafeteria reading a book while other people talked and laughed. Thanks to my shyness I had yet to establish any concrete friendships with anyone. After Lunch I hurried to my locker to get the books I'd need for fourth, fifth and sixth.
I opened my locker and started to pull things out when my eye caught some movement a couple lockers down. It was a boy with dark hair and eyes wearing a red t-shirt, tight black jeans and black sneakers. He was cute. His hair fell around his shoulders and he was about three inches taller than me. He was struggling with his locker and couldn't seem to get it open.
He must have felt my eyes on him because he looked my way and I quickly looked back to my locker hoping he hadn't noticed that I was looking at him.
I turned slowly and saw the cute boy looking back at me with a smile.
"Oh…Hi." I replied.
"Hi. I was wondering if you could help me get my locker open? I got it open earlier and I can't seem to get it open now." he asked.
"Sure." I replied and walked to the locker he'd been fiddling with.
"Combination?" I asked.
"13-22-10" he replied.
I nodded and spun the dial, pushing a little harder on the last number. A moment later it swung open.
"Push hard on the last number. My locker was the same way." I replied.
"Thanks." he grinned.
"Welcome." I replied and walked back to my locker.
"I'm Ethan by the way…Ethan Hart." he said smiling at me.
"I'm Izzy Oliver. Nice to meet you." I smiled and with that grabbed the last of my books and gave him a wave.
Two minutes later I slid into my seat in my history class and got ready for the test. The bell rang and Mrs. Clark began to pass out the tests however a moment later an earsplitting sound filled the school.
"Everyone please line up! This is not a fire drill! I repeat this is NOT a drill!" Mrs. Clark said abandoning the tests on her desk.
I stuffed everything into my book bag and followed the rest of the class outside. We waited outside for probably twenty minutes before the principal came over the loudspeaker.
"Students and Teachers of Angel Grove High I regret to inform you that due to a fire in the cafeteria we will be suspending classes for the remainder of today and all of tomorrow."
It was Thursday which meant that we wouldn't have to come back till Monday. The school let out a cheer and quickly began to disperse. I reached into my pocket and dialed Dad's number. It rang three times before I got his voicemail. Sighing I tried again and then a third time, each time I got voicemail. Finally on the fourth attempt I called him.
"Dad…it's me. They cancelled school for a fire. Can you come pick me up? Call me back! Love you. Bye." I said and hung up.
Usually I took the Youth Center's bus the four blocks to the Youth Center but I knew that it wouldn't be here for another three hours. Since my Dad wasn't answering his phone that left me with three choices. Walk home, Walk to the Youth Center or wait here for my Dad. The first two didn't seem appealing but neither did waiting here so I opted to walk home. Dad would call eventually and I would tell him that I was at home.
Adjusting my backpack on my back I started the walk home. I had only gotten about a block when there was a honking behind me.
I turned around expecting to see my Dad but instead saw Ethan pulling up beside me in a red truck.
"Hey." I smiled.
"Where are you headed to?" he asked.
"Home. I tried to call my Dad but he wouldn't answer his phone so I'm walking." I replied.
"No you're not." he grinned.
"I'm not?" I asked.
"No because you're going to get in and I'll give you a ride home." Ethan replied.
"I don't know…" I replied.
"C'mon…as payment for you opening my locker earlier." he said.
I sighed and thought about it for a moment.
"Fine." I said and walked around and climbed in.
"So where do you live?" he asked.
"2456 Westmont Road." I replied.
"Sweet…that's two streets down from where I live." he replied.
I sent a text to my dad letting him know that I had gotten a ride when the radio caught my attention as I recognized the band playing from the speakers.
"You listen to Avenged Sevenfold too?" I asked turning up the radio.
"Yeah. They're one of my favorites." he replied.
"Mine too." I grinned.
"No one around here seems to really like rock music. They're all into pop shit." he said turning his nose up.
"I know! I miss my old town." I sighed.
"Your old town? Are you new to Angel Grove too?" he asked.
"Yeah. I've only been here like 4 months. My Dad got a job at the University. What about you?" I asked.
"I'm living with my Grandma and Step-Grandfather. My mom is a Gymnastics coach and she's going to Belgium with her team for Worlds tomorrow morning. She couldn't leave me alone in Florida so she brought me here so I could continue school." he replied.
"What about your Dad?"
"Oh…he's not around. He skipped out when I was 6. I haven't seen or heard from him since. Don't want to either. That's why I changed my name to my mom's maiden one." Ethan replied.
"Oh. I'm sorry." I replied.
"It's okay." he smiled.
"My mom died in a car accident a few years ago." I replied.
"Really?" he asked.
"Yeah she was hit by a drunk driver. I just thought I'd let you know I know how it feels to have one parent. I mean I know it's not the same circumstances but…yeah." I replied.
Ethan laughed, "It's okay Izzy." he replied.
"That's my house." I said pointing to the white and blue one my Dad had bought when we'd moved here.
Ethan pulled up to the curb and I got out.
"So I guess I'll see you at school. Monday." he said.
"Yep. Thanks again for the ride." I smiled.
Ethan drove off and once he had turned the corner I headed inside. That was when I saw my dad's huge black SUV sitting in the driveway.
He was home from work in the middle of the day? I wondered what that was about. I hurried inside to make sure that everything was okay.