(A/N) Hello readers, it's The Usch Man and this is my first installment of what I hope to be a long running series that deals with the struggles of a new character

to the Mighty Morphin' Power Rangers universe named Dylan Sanders. His main story line deals with being romantically interested in Kimberly Hart. I was

interested in writing this story because I had a huge crush on Amy Jo Johnson as a small boy and wanted to explore the idea, now that I am older, of actually

being involved in the world of Angel Grove. If you like the story or have any suggestions please leave comments. This is my first real attempt at being an author

so please be understanding if this not extraordinary right from the start, but I will try to get better. Also, I will be writing from a male perspective, but if you guys

feel it is necessary for me to try and write from Kimberly's perspective I will try my best. I will try to update the story every Monday. This story will be greatly

affected by its readers so I encourage all of you to review, favorite, and follow. Thank you and I hope this story turns itself into something extraordinary.

Dylan's POV

I tucked the bottom of my multi-colored shirt into my black pants as I walked from the bus stop to my new place of employment across the street. The sign read "Angel Grove

Youth Center Gym and Juice Bar" and it happened to be owned by the only relative I was aware of, Uncle Ernie. The plane ride from Florida to California was excruciatingly

painful and the thirty minute bus ride from the airport to the youth center was the perfect ending to a terrible week. My mom left us on Monday for another man who

coincidentally lives in California, fingers crossed I never meet the bastard; my dad left for an impromptu trip to the moon on Wednesday to investigate some mysterious object;

and because of the situation with my mother coming only two days before he had to leave for the trip, I was to be shipped off to sunny Angel Grove, California to live with my

uncle that I had only met once or twice. Life fucking sucked but I suppose that's normal for any 14 year old freshman that was the new kid in town. Anyways, at least I was

employed right? I just didn't know how to spend my money yet, maybe new shoes or a new jacket, who knows. I was pumped for my first job but when I heard it was a youth

center I assumed it would be swarmed with little annoying ass children. There was only one way to find out. I started to walk into the Youth Center as I realized I had left my all

of my suitcases on the bus and began to panic.

"Fuck!" I screamed out.

I looked to the sky and sarcastically said, "really God?"

"I asked you to take it easy on me on Monday and you've been sending me down the shit hatch every day of the damn week." Before I got to loud in my verbal assault, a man touched my shoulder.

"Excuse me young man, I saw these left on the bus and I believe they belong to you," a forty year old looking man said to me. I saw the suitcases and automatically felt the most relieved I had in days.

"Thank you so much sir, you really are a life saver."

"No problem, now may I ask you a question?"

"Sure." I responded with a cooperative look on my face.

"Is Angel Grove a nice place to live? I am here visiting to see if it will be a good place to move my new family."

"Oh, this is actually my first day here, but if I see you again anytime soon I'll get back to you on that one." I said laughing at the end of the statement.

"Okay well thank you anyway son, what's your name so I know for future reference."

"Dylan Sanders sir, and yours?"

"Brandon Oliver."

"Mr. Oliver, what brings you to the Youth Center?"

"Oh, I was just coming to return your things , have a good day Dylan."

I waved as he left and noticed that his walk and stature seemed somewhat familiar, but vanquished the thought realizing that I didn't know anyone from California except for

Uncle Ernie. I finally made my way into the juice bar and was greeted with a big hug from my uncle. The time to start my training had come upon me.

I saw Uncle Ernie walking to the back of the juice bar saying, "alright now first let's show you how to take out the trash."

Although I wanted to listen, all I could do was stand and stare at the most beautiful girl I had ever seen in my 14 years on Earth. She was doing tricks and spins on the balance

beam until finally executing a front flip onto the floor. I had just found what I wanted to spend my money on, her.

A pretty Asian girl walked up next to her and said something, but before I could introduce myself I heard Uncle Ernie say, "Dylan let's hit it kid."

I suddenly broke my gaze and headed to the back to take out the trash. Eventually I went through the other duties of the juice bar which included cutting fruit, grilling burgers,

and making shakes. I peaked out of the back room while waiting for a burger to grill, and saw group of teenagers, one of them being my mystery girl, sitting at a table talking to

a blonde kid with glasses about something. They looked like they ruled this joint, and I kind of wanted in on that. Being friends with the cool kids wouldn't hurt my new reputation

at all.

Uncle Ernie must have seen me looking because he quickly asked, "you want to meet them kid?"

I stumbled on the word "sure," and slowly made my way over to the table, casually fixing my hair and clothes from the thirty or so minutes I had been working. This was my

make it or break it moment.

"Here help me take this tray over to the gang, it's there drinks anyway."

Shaking my head I took the tray and walked over with Uncle Ernie, hoping I wouldn't spill the drinks everywhere in the process due to my sudden sensation of panic and

nervousness.

"Hey guys this is my nephew Dylan."

They all collectively said hello and waved but before I could get anything out of my mouth, the room started to shake. Now being from Florida I wasn't really as experienced with

earthquakes as Californians so I thought I was just having a nervous break down until I heard everyone else in the room screaming. To be honest I couldn't hear much of what

was being said, except for seeing the group of five move down to the open area below the juice bar, so instinctively I followed.

I was standing in between the mystery cutie and the geeky kid when suddenly I heard the one in red say "Hold on!"

Suddenly I felt my crush's hand grab me in what was an attempt to hold on to something, I suppose, and then my body suddenly felt exhilarated and I swore I started to glow

pink. I kept my eyes closed for the next thirty seconds because I legitimately thought I was going to die, but at least she was touching me right? The next time I opened my eyes

I was on the cold, hard floor of what looked like a possible version of the afterlife.

As all six of us stood I finally got to say my first words to the group which were "Are we dead?"

"Well this isn't exactly the mall is it," came from the mysterious gymnast's mouth seconds later as if I didn't even exist. Ouch, mystery girl, ouch.

The group then continued to talk among themselves as I looked at the plethora of lights and gadgets inside of this unknown area. Suddenly, we all were startled by a small robot

that held the attention of the nerdy boy for a while until a huge floating head, yes a fucking floating head, greeted us 'humans'. He then proceeds to tell us a story about some bitch

named Rita Repulsa and some shit about her trying to take over Earth. My first day was starting to become really fucked up , and I am not going to lie, I felt that I was finally

starting to enjoy the crazy and adventurous atmosphere of Angel Grove. Then the floating blob responded to a question posed by the yellow-clad girl about our involvement with

what he had been telling us about.

"You've been chosen to form an elite team to battle Rita, each of you will be given access to extraordinary power drawn from the ancient creatures you call dinosaurs."

Suddenly I saw belts with huge metal pieces attached appear on the others waists but not on mine. The fuck? Is mine defective or something? Come on now. As I stood and

waited for my belt to appear I heard the one who called himself 'Zordon' explain to the others that they could now 'morph' into fighters to defeat evil. Where the fuck is my belt?

Seriously, I was trying to be patient but I was getting really worried. Then Zordon goes on about huge fighting machines called 'zords' and I started looking around to see if

anyone noticed that I didn't have a 'morpher' but to no surprise, no one did. It started to seem like none of them cared what happened to me or even that I existed, and that

sucked. Being the new kid who only knows the names of his uncle, a floating head, and a talking robot blew because it made me feel even more disconnected from the other five

teens, which is not what I wanted or needed in that situation. Then, Zordon started calling off their names like it was nothing. He started with Jason who I found out was the one

who wore mostly red. Okay, thanks for the random ass information Zordon, because it actually proved useful at that time. Alright, Zack was the guy in black clothes, got it.

"Kimberly, graceful and small" Oh okay so mystery hottie was named Kimberly, sweet. Finally I knew her name, ten points to the floating head.

Billy was the geek in overalls, seemed fitting. And finally the beautiful Asian was Trini. Awesome, now I knew them all by name, thanks for filling me in severed white head. Only then

did it hit me that Zordon was not trying to help me learn their names, but he was actually assigning them the powers of…fucking dinosaurs. THE FUCK IS MY LIFE RIGHT NOW. Oh

wait, that means I was next, I was actually going to be involved in something with the cool kids. This was my moment, why God had been so hard on me lately so that I would

have being on this team with theses kids as a reward. This was it, my life was going to turn around.

But no, Zordon then cut to "Observe the viewing globe."

I'm sorry but I had waited long enough to speak out. "Um excuse me Zordon is it? What about me? I didn't get a morpher and you skipped over me when you gave out the

powers and I'm here too so is this a glitch or-"

"Dylan Sanders it is my greatest of regrets to inform you that your bringing here was of completely accidentally purposes. I do not have a power coin for you nor is there

currently a place on this team for you, now as I said please turn your attention to the viewing globe." Wow.

As I turned to the viewing globe I finally saw a look of sorrow from the group towards me, but I didn't notice it much since I felt defeated by what had just happened. To be

honest the rest of what happened is a blur because after I turned my back to Zordon I was teleported back to the outside of the Youth Center. The saddest part about it was that

I didn't even question it and just started walking into the building. As I was taking what felt like a walk of shame, I started to question how I would have been brought to Zordon

by mistake. Suddenly, it hit me that Kimberly had grabbed my arm right before she was teleported, accidentally take me along for the depressing ride. After coming to that

conclusion and slowly losing my self esteem, I quickened my pace and made it into what was to be my new home from 3-9 on weekdays. I helped Uncle Ernie clean the debris

from the earthquake and promised myself that making friends with the 'Power Rangers' would no longer be my number one priority. When friends weren't the first thing on my

mind for the first time since I had gotten to Angel Grove, an overwhelming sense of sadness and loneliness stemmed from my reflection on what had happened to me in the last

week. I came to the realization that I was never going be good enough for Kimberly, the Power Rangers, or even, and most heart breaking, my own mother. Work was all I

wanted to think about now because my spirit was broken. The blank expression on my face was the source of many questions from Uncle Ernie, but I kept telling him I was just

tired from the trip so that he would leave me alone. I guess I had finally found my place in Angel Grove, and it was behind the counter. What a 'morphenominal' first day.