"Son, get up"
JD groaned as his father flicked the lights on in his bedroom. He squinted, his eyes barely adjusted to the brightness of his bedroom.
"Jason. We're leaving. Let's go."
His father's voice echoed in his head. His eyes finally adjusted to the light. He discovered that outside it was still dark, and the time on his alarm clock read 2:03 AM. He groggily dragged himself out of bed, half-assedly throwing on some clothes. A white t-shirt, blue jeans, and his trenchcoat. He didn't think he'd have time to do much else, so he ran his fingers through his dark brown hair and considered it done.
Jason hated moving. They'd only been in Chicago 2 weeks when his father decided to move yet again. He had such strong resentment for what had happened to his mother, for if she hadn't died then maybe, just maybe they could've lived a halfway normal life.
He grabbed his suitcase, throwing it into the back of his dad's old truck. His motorcycle was there with it. He was lucky his father was careful not to dent or scratch it. He wasn't thinking about the positives, though. He just grabbed his Walkman and put his headphones on, not wanting to speak one word to his father on this drive. At least, if he had to, he'd keep it short. God, did JD hate his father.
The older man known as William "Big Bud" Dean sat in the driver's seat, making an attempt to start the old, busted up truck of his. He cursed to himself as he kept jamming the key, sighing loudly in relief as it finally started. JD didn't hear it, lost in the sound of AC/DC in his headphones. He much preferred that to his dad's mutterings. He stared out the car window as he listened to his music, the city lights sparkling. They dimmed as they drove out and away from Chicago on to their next destination.
He closed his eyes, hoping he could just fall asleep for most of the ride. He wondered where they were headed, but at the same time, he really didn't care that much. He knew almost 100% that they wouldn't be there any longer than six weeks.
He slept through most of the ride, just as he hoped he would. He woke up to blinding sunlight in his window. He wasn't really sure of the time, but he knew for sure it was daytime now. The sun's positioning suggested it was around noon or so. He looked out the window as they passed a road sign: Sherwood, Ohio.
Looks like his father had found their next stop.
They arrived at the house. It was small, cheap and still smelled of cigarette ash and dirty laundry despite a meager attempt to make it clean before they moved in. JD made it a point to make his room the bedroom at the far end of the hall, next to the bathroom. That's where he set up shop; setting his clothes in his closet, putting up what few decorations he kept in his bedroom, and then crashing onto the bed for a nap, maybe. School was starting on Monday, AKA tomorrow. He wasn't at all excited. He didn't plan on making any friends, just getting by until the next move. Whatever. There was a 7/11 not far from the house. Maybe he could visit there later.
For now, he just lied on his bed and stared at the ceiling, lost in his own thoughts. What else what there to do?