Oblivion

An: I don't own Kickin' It.

Prologue.

They are moving. Jack didn't believe the announcement a year ago but now he had to put his disbelief aside. Their car was cluttered with loose items and boxes. He didn't understand how his father would be able to properly maneuver the vehicle on their long trip. All the cumbersome luggage was a real hazard. His mother sat in the front seat silently criticizing the movers'careless driving. There was soft melodious music drifting throughout the car. He felt comforted despite the harsh obnoxious beating of his own heart. Beads of sweat formedupon his forehead. It shouldn't be such a problem to venture to a new state. He moved a lot as a kid. Only hitch is this isn't a newplace. This is Seaford. This is his hometown.

"Jack."

He glanced up from his inner thoughts. He gave his mother a look he hoped wasn't filled with anxiety.

"Jack, dear," she questioned with concern dripping from her lips. "You look real pale. Is everything okay?"

"Fine, mom," he responded. "I am just fine."

"You will feel much better when we get there," his father assured. "I know how stuffy long car rides can be."

Jack nodded but didn't continue the conversation any further. After all he was just fine. He could ignore the sweat layering his forehead and the wild thumping of his heart.

Seaford hadn't changed at all he believed. Honestly, his memories of Seaford were little to none but the familiar emotions were welling up in him. Quickly he looked at his watch before jetting back home from a brief skateboarding session. Tomorrow he started school at Seaford High. He wasn't too worried about the new school. He was accustomed to making new connections with each move.

When the morning of his first day came he had no idea how eventful it would be. He smiled at the memory of the crash through the wall at the Wasabi dojo. The wasabi dojo was a new addition. Back in his younger years there had been no signs of a dojo. He had met some new acquaintances and he even agreed to partake in a tournament. Maybe his worrying was for nothing. He made his way out of his bedroom and to the stairs. He paused at the sound of his parents chatting in hushed voices.

"The boy seems just fine," his father announced proudly. "You are worrying for nothing."

"I don't know, Steven," his mother disagreed. "His childhood was so rough."

"We all had it rough, Carol," he assured her. "Jack is going to blend in nicely. You heard about the tournament? He hasn't looked at karate in years."

"I know, it is a wonderful sign but I'd feel better if we found him a psychologist," she suggested. "A child psychologist. Not every boy goes through something as traumatizing as he had. I'm worried that he doesn't talk about it. It is as if he truly has forgotten. And personally I doubt we are helping him heal."

"Okay," his father remarked. "Okay, we will look into it tomorrow morning while he is away at school but please let us give him a chance before we thrust him back into the sessions."

Jack turned back toward the staircase. Whatever he wanted from the fridge could wait. He closed his door behind him before dropping to his bed. He glanced out his window as he analyzed the night sky. The sessions he had in the past were a hazy part of his memory. One thing was certain. He didn't want to go back. He was fine. He didn't understand why his parents still hovered over him. There was clearly nothing wrong with him. As he drifted to sleep the memory of a stranger's innocent cries surrounded him.

Hey everyone! Well there is the first chapter of Oblivion. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing it. I know it is very short but wanted to set up the story. I plan to put up the next chapter soon. I will say this story is loosely based on a book/movie but I can't tell you which one (it may give away too much). Thanks for reading. Any thoughts or comments would be appreciated. Have a nice morning/afternoon/night.

Until next Chapter

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