HEY EVERYONE! SO I WENT THROUGH THIS STORY AGAIN AND BECAME APPALLED AT WHAT I THOUGHT TO BE BAD WRITING ON MY PART. SO I HAVE DECIDED TO MAKE IT BETTER. THIS MEANS THAT I'LL BE POSTING THE CHAPTERS AGAIN FOR THIS STORY AGAIN, BUT BETTER WRITTEN IN MY OPINION. IF YOU'RE NEW TO THIS STORY, WELCOME!

catt021 on youtube had up 3 videos called "All Left Up to Me", "Going Under", and "I'd come for you". These videos were based off of 5 stories by writer M.L. Shard's series "Forgotten". So in away, this story has been done a few times now, if not more. I apologize if you've read this again, but catt021's videos were the main inspiration to this story.

Pushing, shoving, people running past others because they were late getting to their terminal for their flight is pretty much the description of LAX airport at the noon hour of the day. In the midst of it all, a young man worked his way to the baggage terminal to grab his luggage, the only stuff he had left to call his own. As he made his way there being tossed around as if no one could see him, by other people who didn't even bother to apologize for their rudeness, he searched the crowd. The tossing around didn't bother him much. After a few years of being bounced back from foster home to foster home, he felt used to the concept. Dragging four big pieces of luggage with him, he looked for a place to sit down to wait for his new guardian; a distant cousin the orphanage had managed to locate. While skeptical at first, he felt better after talking to her and knowing that she could understand him when he talked about computers.

"Justin!" He heard over to his left. There he saw a tall woman with long dark hair streaked with red highlights.

"Hey Hals."

"How was your flight?" She asked, giving him a hug

"Typical plane flight." He answered. He sounded tired. After traveling and worrying about if his stuff would get to his new home, he had ever right to be.

"Ready to come home with me?" Hayley asked, helping him with his luggage.

"Do I really have a choice?"

"Don't be like that, I'm sure you'll make friends in no time. Plus, you're more than welcome to help me out at my shop. Lot of high school kids love to hang out there." Trying to be optimistic with a boy who lost everything and had been through the system for a few years with tough and often uncaring families was difficult; but Hayley was determined to make him see the world as he used to. What she didn't know was that Justin's problems ran deeper than his father dying, crashing his car, and being bounced around in the system.

"No offense Hals, but I think I'll just stick to helping you keep that place running. You know; computer glitches and such." He said, putting his bags in the Jeep she had borrowed from a friend.

"Justin, I know this is a hard time for you. But remember, I'm your cousin and I will take care of you and I do love you. Tomorrow, you'll be starting school at Reefside high."

"Hayley!" Justin complained. High School was the one place he had hoped he would never visit again.

"I know you've already been through high school, but I feel going through it again will help you; as well as keep your mind off of other things. My friend whom allowed me to borrow his car, Tommy, works there as a science teacher. If you ever need someone to talk to other than myself, he's pretty good at that sort of thing. I mean he has found himself mentoring 3 other kids your age. They'll be around the shop so you can get to know them."

"I appreciate what you're trying to do, but I'm not interested."

"Doesn't matter. I've already enrolled you. The principal, no matter how horrible she is, has agreed to let you repeat high school. She hoped you wouldn't be a trouble maker, given your past."

"Seriously?" Justin couldn't believe what he had heard. The principal, who is supposed to create a relationship with students, had already made an assumption about him based on what she saw on a piece of paper.

"Just promise me you will do well and not skip out on classes. You're giving off that attitude of one of those kids whom… well you know. The ones who turn out to be bully's. Principal Randall was concerned about this when she saw your records, though she tried to remain hopeful when she saw you were a genius."

"Trust me, Hals. The last thing I need right now is to flunk out of anything. Dad would kill me. You can tell her that."

Upon arriving to her apartment above the café she owned, Haley tried helping Justin with his luggage, but he insisted that he carry it so he could shake off the 6 hour drive. He wasn't fully settled into his room. He still had his bags to unpack, but at least he looked like he felt comfortable as he sat down on the couch in the living room.

"Are you hungry?"

"Little bit."

"I'll make dinner. Anything in particular you want? I could order Pizza."

"Pizza sounds good." He replied, producing somewhat of a smile of appreciation for what she is trying to do. While he waited for the pizza, he unpacked his clothes, putting them into the dressers of his new room. The room wasn't much, but Haley said at some point they could go out and buy some things so he could turn it into his own room. The whole notion sounded weird to him. He hadn't had his own room in years. But to some part of him, it felt nice to be able to have his own room again. Once he wished he could have brothers and sisters, but he no longer wished that. Pushing the memories the thought had brought up, Justin headed back out into the living room; the pizza had arrived.

It was dark; headlights switched on to the brightest setting as they drove down the dark country road. In the front sat a man driving along with his son, who looked deep in thought. His father looked at him and asked, "What's wrong, Justin?"

"Dad, there's something I have to tell you. Something I've been keeping from you for four years and I just don't know if I can any longer."

"What is it? You know you can tell me anything."

"It's difficult. Kind of hard to believe and not many people know about it because it's so surreal. So promise me you'll believe me."

"Justin, you're my son. And you don't normally lie to me about things, even if they're strange."

"Remember hearing about the Power Rangers?"

"Of course. How can someone not hear about them?"

"Well, there are several different teams, based on different threats and I'm…" Blinding lights came across the front window of their blue jeep; the car aiming straight for them at top speed. Justin's father swerved…

"Dad!" Justin screamed, waking up from the dream with sweat covering his body.

"Justin, are you alright?" Hayley asked worriedly as she came into is room.

"Bad dream, Hals."

"Well, get up. You don't want to be late for your first day of school. Sorry I can't make breakfast. Something's come up with my stock and I need to be downstairs right away. There's cereal in the cupboard. Tommy and I tried to pick out something you might like. The bus will be here slightly after 8."

"Thanks Hals. See you after school."

"Love you! Have a great first day!" She called as she hurried out the door.

Upon meeting the principal at his new school, Justin immediately had a dislike for the woman. The way she spoke to him rubbed him the wrong way; almost as if her demeanor hid something, something evil.

"Here is your schedule, Mr. Stewart. I hope you will do your work and obey school rules." She said, obviously noting his appearance. Justin hadn't done much to dress up for his first day of school. He wore black jean like pants, a black jacket and a white printed shirt. Someone could easily pin him as a Goth if they were to first lay eyes on him.

"Yes, Mam." He said in a matter of fact tone.

"Principal Randall."

"Yes, Principle Randall."

"Good, follow me." She walked him down the aisle to his first class. "Here, you'll be with Dr. Oliver for your first period class, which is also your homeroom. Enjoy."

Dr. Oliver was running late, Justin noticed as he took an empty seat in the class. Upon arriving, he immediately began roll call, eventually getting to him, which Justin dreaded.

"Justin Stewart." He called.

"Here." He mumbled, not making eye contact at his new teacher.

"Everyone, Justin is new here. So please do your best to welcome him." Dr. Oliver told the class. Right away Justin could see the preppy blonde chick in the stupid pink outfit stick up her nose at the suggestion. "I would ask him to say something, but we're already behind in today's lesson due to some unfortunate events I came across on the way here."

"Hi, I'm Kira." The blonde girl next to him said to him, but he ignored her. "Ok." He heard her say. The rest of the day went on as usual. Teachers introduced him as the new student, and he was pretty sure he could ace all his classes with ease. When he got home, he went into his room and shut the door. Haley came knocking a few minutes later.

"How was your first day at school?"

"Fine. Thinking about joining computer club."

"That's great! You know, the president of computer club comes often to the café with his friends."

"They computer geeks too?"

"No. One is a soccer player and the other is a musician."

"Random bunch of friends." Justin commented, suspicions forming.

"You should come by tomorrow and meet some new people. Like I said, it's a popular hangout."

"Yeah." He scoffed. "Hayley, I think I'll just stick to getting through this year so I can head to college, finally." Not liking the set back he has had to go through.

"Your car came today, by the way."

Car? Then it dawn on Justin what Hayley meant"It did?"

"Yeah, it's in the garage downstairs."

"Thanks Hals." He said, immediately getting up and racing to the garage, leaving Hayley slightly confused.

When Justin got there, painful memories threatened to seep through the barrier he'd put up just by looking at the fixer upper car.

Justin awoke to a killer headache, not sure where he was at first. He felt something dripping down his face; blood. Why did he have blood on his face? He wondered. He looked to his left and saw his dad, the events of what had happened came flooding back to him. His dad looked about as bad as he did, but with one small difference, he wasn't waking up.

"Dad?" He shook. "Dad?!" he asked a little louder, fear creeping into him. He turned to the car, "Storm Blaster, are you alright?"The car could barely give him an answer. Justin unhooked himself from his car seat. He walked with a limp over to his dad's side of the car. He unhooked him as best he could and dragged him out of the car and attempted to gently place him on the ground, with his back up against Storm Blaster. Unfortunately, Justin's strength couldn't handle the weight and he accidentally dropped his dad hard on the ground. When he finally was able to prop his dad against Storm Blaster, he did his best to check for a pulse. Though he initially didn't find one at first, Justin didn't begin to panic right away, as he never really could find it in health class.

"Dad, if you can hear me, I'm going to try and signal help on the road. I'll be back, I promise." He turned to his best friend, "Storm Blaster, I promise the same thing to you. Do your best to take care of him."

Justin shook his head to clear the flashback that had assaulted his mind. He walked over to his car and sat down next to it. "Hey buddy. Don't worry, I'm almost done. We'll have you back on the road by the end of the week." He said, to which his car blinked in response. It wasn't as bright as it used to be, but Justin knew that he could fix it all. "Sorry it took so long. Those people really didn't want me bringing a car. Plus, I didn't trust them not to take advantage of you." Storm Blaster blinked in response, letting Justin know he wasn't upset with him and he understood.

"New town; and, as luck would have it, a new set of Rangers. They have no idea what they're getting themselves into." Justin scoffed. The car blinked again. "Hey, they're the ones who didn't bother to call me back or anything, so I have every right to that opinion."

Behind the door, Hayley listened to their conversation. She had no idea what Justin was talking about, and could only assume it was some old friends from Angel Grove. She'd probably talk to Tommy to see if he had any advice on the subject. Although why Justin would be talking to a car, which seemed alive, was beyond her mental capacity at the moment. Given Justin is a certified genius, she could only assume at that point that Justin created some sort of A.I. technology and inserted it into the car. Now she definitely wanted to talk to Tommy, see if he had any ideas on how to help Justin. Granted, talking cars were probably good friends, but being the guardian of a17 year old boy, she wanted Justin to make some real friends.

Hope y'all like the changes I've made. One of the things I noticed was I was not clearly getting stuff out of my mind and thus found that what ever was in my head didn't really make it on to the document. Let's face it, you guys don't know what goes on in my head.

To my followers from the first version: Hope y'all like it!

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