So, as a kid, I always loved the Power Rangers. Now, all these years later, I have found my obsession has resurfaced. Well, more so my obsession with Rocky the Red Ranger from the original series. He was my favorite, even before I had my little Power Ranger crush on him. So, I decided that I will make a fic about it.

This is an OC fic, but the OC is nothing like me. So, it isn't an 'Insert Myself' story.

Now, I don't own Power Rangers, but if I did, Rocky would've replaced Tommy in Dino Thunder, just so he'd get more screen time. No judging.

Enjoy the story, and tell me what you think.

Kaleb! Help me!

Why Kaleb? Why'd you betray us?

We thought we could trust you!

Thanks for nothing 'pal'!

What happened to being our friend?

I sat up suddenly, breaking out of my nightmare. It was the same as always. I'd hear unfamiliar voices, and they'd always say the same thing. I didn't have any clue what they were talking about when they said stuff about betraying them and not trusting me. It was all a big mess in my mind.

Rubbing my face, I looked around my new room. It wasn't much bigger than the one I had back in Connecticut, maybe just a tiny bit larger. The walls were my favorite color, green. It wasn't a bright green either. It was a dark forest green. I always had green as my favorite color, and I can even go as far to say that most of my clothes have some sort of green on them. It's not an obsession, it's just the color I like to base my appearance around.

Anyway, there wasn't much on the walls, or in the room except for my furniture and a bunch of boxes full of clothes. I sighed, thinking about how much this move was going to change my life. I loved it in Manchester CT. It was quiet and peaceful, and it was just the perfect place for me. I didn't like the heavy city life, as I was more of a small town guy. I just liked being in wider spaces than a crowded city.

You see, I'm sixteen years old, turning seventeen in about two weeks, so I was still in highschool. Of course, I started late, so I'm a sophomore now. Blame my mom for that one. In fact, I think this whole move was her idea. Ever since Dad disappeared, she hasn't been right in the head. I mean, she is smart and aware of course, but she has these moments of depression once in a while. I think she's finally coming to terms that Dad wasn't coming back, and he was gone forever.

Moving on, I looked to the clock next to my bed to see it was time for me to get up. Maybe I should forget about those dreams for today and focus more on my first day at Angel Grove High. Hopefully I can find some type of friend today.

Getting out of my bed, I looked into the mirror that hung on one of the walls. I'd like to think I was an okay looking guy. I had black hair that I had always had spiked in the front, except for now, when it was laying flat and sticking all over the place because of sleep. My eyes, when I could see them from behind my glasses, were a greyish green color, adding on to my favorite color. My skin was tan, but that was because of my family being pure Latino. My mother even had the accent. I wasn't really buffed out, but I did have some muscular build to my body.

In Connecticut, I had girls drooling over me, not to sound conceited. I didn't pay any attention to them, because well, I didn't have any interest in any of them. I didn't want to date someone who only likes me for my looks or my reputation. Oh yeah, I was a pretty good soccer player back home, enough to play for the school's team.

I guess that was a plus to moving. I would be starting fresh, with no one knowing me, and I can see who I can talk to and hang out with.

Walking over to one of the boxes, I pulled out a clean pair of boxers, a pair of black jeans, a green, blue, and white button up shirt and a white wife beater. Why they call it that, I have no idea.

Getting dressed, I walked to where my clock was and grabbed the pair of glasses on the table. They were very thinly framed. Like, you couldn't tell there was a frame, unless you got up close and personal with them.

Looking in the mirror, I smiled. My hair had gone down from it's spiky state. I walked into the hallway, and looked around. The house was silent, except for the faint sound of someone walking around downstairs. It was probably my older sister, as she was always the earliest riser. It was annoying at times, waking up to her running up and down the halls, trying to get ready for work at like four in the morning. It was around six now, so it didn't bother me.

I walked into the bathroom and grabbed a comb. I had to style my hair up, because I hated going out in public with my hair flat. It made feel like I did when I first started high school, like a socially awkward outcast.

Leaving the bathroom, I bumped into my mother. She smiled at me, "Ah, Kaleb, you're awake. I was just coming to let you know that it was almost time for you to leave for school."

I sighed, "Alright Mom. I'm going to head downstairs, okay?" I asked, not even knowing why.

She nodded, then proceeded to walk back into her room. That poor woman. I wish something could be done to make her really happy again, like when Dad was here. Like I told my mom, I walked downstairs, only to be pulled into a hug by my sister, Rosalinda. We called her Rosa though. "Aw, look at my baby brother! Dressed to impress I see. Hoping to impress the guys?" She asked, teasing me.

You see, another reason I didn't have any interest in any of the girls that obsessed over me was because I was gay. I preferred guys over girls, which my family took really well. Too bad Dad vanished before I could tell him. But, as long as my siblings and my mother accept me, I'm fine. Besides Rosa, I also had Skylar and Tyler, my twin brother and sister. They were only nine years old. They were only three when Dad left, so he's been gone for six years.

I pushed Rosa off, "Stuff it, Rosa. I'm just trying to make a good first impression on anyone I meet. Besides, what are the odds I'll meet that one guy today?" I asked, crossing my arms. She shrugged, before grabbing her car keys.

"Well, hurry up and get your bag and shoes. I'm going to be driving you." She said. I sighed, but nodded, getting my shoes on and grabbing my black backpack.

Walking outside, I hopped in my sister's car and we were off. Hopefully, I could actually meet that person that'll make my life complete.

-Twenty Minutes Later-

After leaving Rosa and getting my schedule and locker number from the main office, I went searching for said locker. It wasn't that hard to find, but figuring out the damn combo was just torture. After my fifth attempt, I banged my fist on the metal door.

"Whoa there, no need to bust down the door." A male voice sounded. I turned around to see a guy, maybe a year or two older than him. He had black hair that was curled and short. He looked like he was of some sort of Asian descent. He was taller than me, and he had on mostly all black clothes, except for his sneakers, which were white. His black tank top squeezed his upper body and from what I could see, he was in great shape. Not bad looking either. He was smiling at me.

I scratched the back of my neck nervously, "Well, the thing wouldn't open."

The guy laughed, "That's because you're trying to get into my locker." He teased.

I looked at the number on the locker I was trying, then to my card, and realized my locker was next to this one. I tried the combo, and it worked on the first try. I turned to the guy and laughed, "Oops, sorry about that. Didn't mean to abuse your locker." I apologized.

The guy shook his head, "No, it's cool. I'm Adam by the way. Adam Park." He held out a hand. I grinned, grabbing it.

"Kaleb Rodrigues, but you can call me K." I told him.

Adam let go of my hand, opening his locker, "You know, I haven't seen you around before. Are you new?"

I nodded, "Yeah, I just moved to town two days ago from Connecticut." I told him. He smiled, grabbing a book out of his locker, "Well K, it was nice meeting you. Why don't I introduce you to my friends after school?"

I grinned, "Yeah, that would be great."

Adam nodded, "Meet me here at the end of the day. I'll take you to our hang-out. I'm sure they'll like you." He told me. I nodded, and he smiled. "Well, I can walk you to your first class, but I won't be able to help you for the rest of the day."

I looked to him, with a look of appreciation, "Thank you Adam."

He just shrugged, "Just helping out a friend."

Friend. The way he said that, it sounded so familiar, like I've heard his voice before. Hmm, what could that mean?

Yeah, I think it's a good start, but please, tell me. Comment about it. But, wait, because chapter two is right after this upload, so please continue.