So this is the author here. I've edited this chapter. Nothing plot wise has changed, but for the sake of the rest of the series I have to rewrite this story to improve things like flow and clarity. Please enjoy and don't forget to review!

Elizabeth Anne Silverra looked through the window at what would soon be her new home. From an elevation of 10,000 feet, the city of Blue Bay Harbor didn't look like much. But Beth knew that looks could be deceiving.

People had always under estimated her. She had always been short for her age, and her large hazel eyes gave her an appearance of childlike innocence. But short, sweet Beth was a force to be reckoned with. Considered a genius by her peers, she had graduated from college with multiple PhDs by the time she was 15. She had a passion for learning, and a drive to match. She studied anything and everything, from science, to history, to music, language, art. She took martial arts, dance, and gymnastics. Indeed, she had accomplished much in her 17 years.

The girl let out a sigh. Her companion, a middle-aged man with dark hair and brown eyes, glanced at her curiously.

"What are you thinking about?" he asked.

"I was thinking about my childhood. It was really crazy. I had school, gymnastics, martial arts, not to mention the craziness that was Angel Grove. Sometimes I wonder how I cope with it all, especially considering all that I've lost. Right now all I have to show for my crazy, messed up life are a few boxes, two suitcases, a decent sized wad of cash, a small fortune I can't access until I turn 18, my dog, and a bunch of files on an assortment of flash drives.

"What's on those flash-drives anyway?"

"The silver one is a journal, and the information on my biological family. The black one is the blue prints and theory behind some of my inventions, which still need work. The green one contains my resume, diplomas, medical history, and my many demos, and the pink one holds photos and videos of all of my friends and I." she explained.

"You must be very organized," he pointed out.

"If your life ever becomes as complicated as mine, you'll need the organization," Beth replied cryptically.

Jake Brooks truly did not understand. He and his wife had adopted Beth, as she preferred to be called, a little over six months ago. Their son, Dustin, had moved out six months before, so, upon hearing about the teen, which had lost both her birth parents, and three adoptive families, they decided they could afford to take another child in. Granted, Beth, the child prodigy, probably could have survived on her own, and was legally old enough, but mutual loneliness made this a family.

Now Beth was headed to Blue Bay Harbor to move in with her new brother, Dustin. Jake, or as Beth calls him, Uncle J, was going on an extended business trip to Germany, and taking Mrs. Brooks with him.

"Attention all California Airway passengers, we are approaching Blue Bay Airport. Please stow all luggage in the overhead compartments, secure your seats in the upright position and fasten your seatbelts. Thank you and welcome to Blue Bay Harbor."

Most people would be nervous about going to live with a relative they had never met. Not Beth. Her worries were so much larger; they made this look like child's play. Come to think of it, she didn't even seem concerned about the frequent monster attacks, or the mysterious power rangers that protected the city.

Beth smirked as that last thought entered her mind. Rangers were nothing new to her. She had attended high school in Angel Grove.

As the plane landed, Beth began to go over her mental to-do list. She had to pick up Arda, a large, silver-coated she-wolf, from the shelter. She also had to buy a new laptop, a good dirt bike, dog food, and postage stamps. Then she had to send postcards to her many friends and find a job. But first she had to figure out exactly how over-protective Dustin would be, and how best to fend him off.

Beth and Uncle J got off the plane and were picking up their luggage, when they were hailed by a brown haired guy who appeared to be a little absent minded.

"Dad!"

"Dustin, it's good to see you!" This exclamation was followed by the stereotypical man-hug. "This is your sister Elizabeth."

"Lizzy, when…"

"It's Beth," she interrupted.

"Lizzy it is then," teased Dustin with a cheeky smile, while Beth rolled her eyes, "when Dad said you graduated high school at 13, I pictured, well, a nerd. You don't look like that," Dustin stated awkwardly, scratching the back of his head. "I won't have to fend off guys, will I?" he teased.

Beth rolled her eyes, "Trust me Waldo, I don't need another over-protective big brother, I have too many already. Besides, I'm a third degree black belt."

Beth really didn't fit the nerd stereotype. Her thick blonde hair was pulled up in a high ponytail, accenting her delicate features. Her silver tunic, black pants, belt, and boots highlighted her figure, and made her seem cool. She wore no make-up, and her only jewelry was a single necklace with three stones and an earring that curled around her right ear in the shape of a howling wolf.

If Dustin was annoyed at the use of his real name, he didn't show it as he grabbed one of Beth's suitcases, while she threw her black purse over her shoulder, grabbed her jacket and the other suitcase, and followed him out to the truck. She noticed, for the first time, the odd looking object on Dustin's wrist and wondered how much more complicated her life could get. She had felt the familiar aura of power that she had hoped to avoid, and was somewhat less than thrilled.

Jake watched the two interacting as if they had known each other forever. Smiling he grabbed his bag and followed the two out, pleased at how well theywere getting along.