Element Force: Welcome To Ishacara Falls
Summery: When an Alien Princess crash lands on Earth, she gives five teens the power to become the Element Force Power Rangers.
Disclaimers: I don't own Power Rangers. Someone else does but I'm confused as to who. I don't own STAR TREK either. I do, how ever, own the characters of this story. And the city of Ishacara Falls, Indiana. Don't own the state though.
Authors Note: I saw a story with a similar title a little while back. I only got to read a little bit of it though. But this story is totally un-related to that and I had this story in my mind long before that. So no, I'm not copying. Also, I can make fun of Indiana all I want because I live there. Reviews are all right but not needed. I know there are people who like the story but just don't want to take the time to review. I know, 'cause I do that.
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"So, what are you doing after school, Ev?" Stacy McIntosh asked her best friend, Evangeline Johansson as they walked through the lunch line at Ishacara Falls High School.
"I dunno. Maybe go to Vinnietta's?" Evangeline said, grabbing a salad.
"Sounds good," Stacy said, flipping her long, white-blond hair over her shoulder. Vinnietta's was the local hang-out and pizza parlor. "I hear they added a new, low fat pizza to their menu."
"Low fat pizza? Yuck. I can just imagine what that tastes like," Evangeline said, tucking a piece of curly black hair behind her ear. She was wearing a green short sleeved T-shirt and a denim mini skirt and green flip- flops. The green looked good on her dark skin. Stacy was wearing a yellow double-spaghetti strap and a pink mini skirt and yellow high-heeled flip-flops with diamond studs on the thongs. It was a hot day in Ishacara Falls, Indiana.
"Low fat is not disgusting," Stacy declared, also grabbing a salad.
"Not what I meant," Ev said, grabbing her money out of her green sequined purse. Evangeline was an Eco-Freak and health nut. Didn't eat meat, didn't eat junk food. And she was saving up money for a car that ran on E-85 Ethanol.
"You don't know what's good for ya," Stacy told her, grabbing her wallet out of her yellow polka-dotted pink purse.
"Whatever," Evangeline said, paying for her lunch. She waited as Stacy paid for hers. Then they headed their table. Stacy and Evangeline were two of the most popular girls in school.
"Hey! Watch it!" Stacy exclaimed as a boy, David Phillips, tripped in front of her, spilling Sloppy Joe on the floor in front of her feet.
"S-sorry," David said, getting up. He had a Sloppy Joe stain half way down his blue-and-white stripped short-sleeved shirt.
"Yeah, you better be!" Stacy said hotly. People were staring and she liked it. So she continued. "I mean, do you know how much these shoes cost!" She lifted a foot so everyone could see her flip-flops.
'No, and I really don't care,' Dave thought, picking up his food. But he just shook his head.
"Seventy-two dollars," Stacy stated. "That's how much."
"Okay. Geez, I'm sorry," Dave said, getting up.
"Yeah. You better be!" Stacy said as Dave walked away. "Creep," she muttered.
Evangeline shifted her weight from one foot to the other, feeling uncomfortable. She liked being popular. But she didn't like the way some of the popular kids treated the less popular ones. She didn't say anything though. But she did throw Dave an apologetic glance.
Dave glanced back as he made his way to his regular table in the back. Then he shook his head and looked at his shirt. He grabbed a napkin from his tray and tried to wipe the mess. No use. It was stained. Oh well.
He walked to his table and was surprised to find some one already sitting there. She had brown hair that went a little past the middle of her back. She was wearing an over-sized red shirt that went a little past her knees. Dave recognized her as the new girl-Something Ross.
"Uh, hi," Dave said. "Mind if I sit here with you?"
"Huh?" the girl said, looking up from her Sloppy Joe. "Oh, uh. Sure."
"Names Dave," Dave said, sitting down.
"Caitlin."
"Nice to meet you, Caitlin." Dave said, extending his hand across the table.
"You too," Caitlin said, taking his hand. "Now this is just a wild guess, but I'm gonna take it that that was the snobby, conceited, popular girl?" Caitlin asked, nodding her head to where Stacy was sitting, laughing at something.
"Yup," Dave nodded. "And I'm the geeky, nerdy, un-popular guy that gets picked on."
"I feel for ya," Caitlin said, nodding sympathetically. "I was you in my old school."
Dave smiled. Then he looked at his sandwich and frowned. He was hungry and his food was ruined. Caitlin noticed this.
"Here," she said, giving him her fries and her yogurt.
"I-I couldn't," Dave said.
"Sure you could," Caitlin told him. "If the fries are like the ones at my old school, I probably don't like them. As for the yogurt, I'm lactose intolerant."
"Uh, thanks," Dave said, taking the food. "So why did you move here?" he asked her, stuffing the fries in his mouth.
"My parents just got divorced," Caitlin explained. "I moved here with my mom from Richmond."
"Bummer," Dave said.
"Not too bad," Caitlin said, biting her sandwich. "They've been on the rocks since I was eight. It wasn't too much of a shocker. Though I was hoping they'd wait another year so I would be old enough to be on my own and wouldn't have to choose."
"Oh." Dave didn't know what else to say.
Caitlin shrugged. "So, what do you like?"
"Huh?" Dave asked.
"Well, usually, when I make a friend, I'd like to know a little about them," Caitlin explained.
"Oh," Dave smiled. He hadn't had a friend in a looong time. "Well, uh. I like math. I want to be a teacher. I'm the oldest of three. I love to swim. It's the only athletic thing I can do very well. I like STAR TREK—"
"Wait," Caitlin interrupted. "Did you say STAR TREK?"
"Uh, yeah," Dave frowned. Did she not like it?"
"Which series?"
"Huh?"
"Which series? TNG, DS9, VOYAGER, ENTERPRISE, or The Original?" Caitlin asked, getting excited.
"Uh, DEEP SPACE NINE was my favorite," Dave said.
"TNG was mine," Caitlin said. "DS9 was close though."
"No kidding?" Dave said, grinning. "You a Trekkie?"
"Hija!'" Caitlin said, saying the Klingon word for 'yes'.
Dave grinned. "Don't speak much Klingon though."
"That's about the only word I know," Caitlin agreed. "I have a dictionary but it's very complicated."
"So, besides STAR TREK, what else is there about you?" Dave asked.
"We-ell," Caitlin started. "I love to write. I want to become a writer. I hate math. I'm the youngest of three. Can't swim. Bad at athletics. I love to read. There's more but I can't really think of anything at the moment."
"Know what you mean," Dave said. "What's your schedule?"
"Uh," Caitlin said pulled out her schedule from her pocket. "First Period: Advanced English with Miss Harold. Second Period: Science with Mr. State. Third: Home Room with Mrs. Seagull. Fourth: Lunch. Fifth: Gym-ugh- with Ms. Dane. Sixth: Home Ec. with Ms. Stratan. Seventh: Italian with Senora Fiore. Eighth Period: Remedial Algebra. And for Ninth on every Monday and Friday: Music with Mr. Reals."
"I have the same schedule except for First, Seventh, and Eighth periods," Dave told her. "What locker do you have?"
"235 B."
"235 A!" Dave said, laughing at the irony.
"Awesome," Caitlin said, grinning. She finished the last bit of her Sloppy Joe. Just then the bell rang. "Time to meet my doom," she muttered.
Dave grinned. "You'll make it," he assured her.
"Let's just hope I can make it to class," she said. "I don't know the way yet."
"I'll show ya," Dave said. And together they left the cafeteria with Dave leading the way to the dreaded Gym.