A/N: Okay, this story is a little different from most of the high school fan fics, because it is a MIDDLE SCHOOL-HIGH SCHOOL fan fic. I don't know how many other people have done this, but I felt that it would make for an interesting story. I hope you guys like it!

Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own Bones, or any of the character of Bones. I sure wish I did, though!

Chapter One: Backstory

Seeley Booth, along with his brother, Jared, was busy piling boxes outside the oversized moving truck, outside their new house with their grandfather. Hank Booth had just taken the boys in, due to their abusive father, George Booth, Hank's son, leaving them. At the time, Seeley was 13, and Jared was 10. Two little boys, without either parent to love or take care of them. This was heart breaking to Hank.

But, then again, they had him, their loving grandfather, to look after them. Which was for the best, even if it meant moving away from their home in Philadelphia to a new house in Baltimore, which Hank thought meant that they could start anew.

Although Jared couldn't be happier, Booth absolutely hated the thought of leaving all his friends. Especially Cam, who had just agreed to be his girlfriend, before it was announced that he would be moving away.

He sighed, thinking about it. He didn't like Cam all that much, but she had been his first girlfriend, his first kiss, and he was going to miss her very much.

He sat on the last box that had been taken out of the, now empty, truck, and sighed.

Why? He asked himself. Why did he leave? Did he hate me that much?

He was, of course thinking about his and Jared's father, who had taken up drinking ever since their mother had died, two years earlier, and started beating Seeley, but never laying a finger on Jared. Mostly because Seeley would send Jared off to his room to hide when their father drank. Not that George ever went looking for him, anyway, since he had Seeley to hit. Seeley learned never to cry when his father hit him, because it only made him hit harder. It finally stopped when Hank came to visit once, after not seeing the boys for years.

"Shrimp," he had said, "I haven't seen you in such a long time. You've grown so much!" He hugged his grandson. Seeley smiled back at him, and hugged him tightly.

"Hi, Pops." He said, smiling. His grandfather must have meant safety for him. George wouldn't dare hit him in front of Hank, would he?

Jared ran up behind his grandfather and yelled, "Boo!"

Hank turned around and jokingly grabbed his heart. "Oh my!" he said, smiling, "You almost gave me a heart attack, Little One."

Jared giggled, and jumped into his grandfather's arms. "Hi Pops!" He squeaked as Hank lifted him over his head.

"Hey, Little One." Hank said, laughing.

Then George came out, with a beer bottle in his hand. "Seeley!" he roared.

Seeley turned around, and walked towards his dad, tentatively, "Uh, yeah, Dad?" he said, rubbing the back of his neck and slumping his shoulders.

George grabbed his shirt. "What did I say about leaving you shit lying on the floor? I almost broke my neck."

Seeley glanced behind his father. On the floor, behind him, were Jared's toy soldiers, all lined up, as if they were about to go to war. A couple of them were crushed or knocked over.

Not wanting to get Jared in trouble, Seeley apologized and rushed to pick them up, with George hitting his shoulder. "DON'T LET IT HAPPEN AGAIN!" He roared at his son.

Hank looked on, appalled by the scene in front of him. "George!" he yelled. "Relax! It was an accident!"

"Shut up, old man!" George yelled back.

Hank's jaw dropped. This was not the boy he'd raised. The boy he'd raised was kind, courteous, and never lost his temper.

Hank shook his head, wondering what went wrong.

Seeley came past him, with his arms full of toy soldiers, and he glanced at Jared, who looked down guiltily. Seeley smiled at him and carried the soldiers into the room that they shared.

When he came out, he found his father yelling at Hank.

"Why did you even come here?!" He yelled.

"I wanted to see my grandsons!" Hank yelled back, as Jared cowered behind him.

"Why? They're nothing!" George hissed.

Hank was appalled, looking at his son as if he were trash. "How can you even say that?!" he growled, "Don't you remember how happy you were the day either of them was born. How much you loved being a father. How much you loved them?"

"Yeah," George said, harshly, "Well things change."

With that he dropped the bottle on the floor, watching as it broke into a million pieces.

"SEELEY!" he shouted. "CLEAN THIS UP!"

Seeley rushed over and began to seep it up, with George swinging his fists at him, making contact with his face numerous times. Seeley didn't let it faze him, though, as he rushed to pick all the pieces up.

Hank watched on, with tears in his eyes. Then he suddenly swung his fist at George. "Stop!" He yelled, "Stop it right now!"

George fell back the instant Hank's fist touched his face. "What the-"

"NO!" Hank yelled. "You don't talk! You listen! I'm through with you! You have to leave right now!"

"Now, just wait-" George started.

"RIGHT NOW!" Hank bellowed. "You don't deserve these boys! You don't deserve to be a father! Leave! NOW!"

George glared at him as he got up, and walked up to his room.

He came back down a couple of minutes later, with two suitcases, and his jacket on. Without saying a word, he left.

They never saw him again. He sent for his stuff a week later, but not letting the person who was retrieving it, give them his new address.

So, now, Booth sat, in front of his new house, about the possible reaspns why his father hated him so much as to leave him.

A/M: Hope you like this! PLEASE REVIEW!