OKAY THIS IS A SHORT CHAPTER KINDA LIKE INTRODUCTION

THIS IS A KICK STORY

WILL BE TEEN FOR NOW

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN KICKIN IT OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS

CHAPTER 1: THE MOVE

JACK'S POV

"Jack get up we are going to be late getting to our jet.". My mom yelled from downstairs.

"Uh five more minutes." I groaned burying my face deep into the blue cotton fabric that enclosed my pillow. It was the middle of September but the air was still hot and muggy so I slept in just my fitted boxers with the covers completely off. That still didn't do justice.

All of a sudden my mom burst through my door. "JACK..." Then quickly turned around.

"MOM GET OUT!" I hollered out of embarrassment and feeling exposed.

"Oh right sorry. She continued as she walked out of my bedroom shutting the door behind her.

I slowly got out of my bed walked over to my desk and retrieved the outfit I had chosen the previous night then made my way to the bathroom down the hall with my clothes waded up into a ball in my left hand. I stopped halfway down the hallway at a closet that held only three towels, the rest were packed up along with everything else we owned. Finally reaching the near empty bathroom I made my way over to the single shower with the glass sliding door, I turned the handle all the way to hot stepped out of my boxers and climbed into the shower, I closed the glass door and let the hot water trickle down my backside. 10-15 minutes later I was out and brushing my teeth and blowdrying my hair with a comb to make sure I got all the strands. When I finished I looked into the mirror and played with my hair to try to get it in the place I wanted to go... no such luck. I sighed and grabbed my clothes. and took the pieces out of the ball one by one. I started with my plain yellow shirt then my black with blue striped boxers followed by my jeans the had a tiny rip on each kneecap, I called them my skater jeans. After I was completely dressed I walked back to my room to see if I could scrounge up a matching pair of socks.

JACK'S MOM POV

"Jack get up we are going to be late getting to out jet." I screamed to my 15 year old son

"Uh five more minutes." I heard him groan

I knew he didn't want to move but I sick of the attitude he was giving me it wasn't like jack to give me lip, he always got up whenever I asked him to. I was so furious I bolted up the stairs to Jack's room and flew the door open storming in "JACK..." I started to shout but I had to quickly turn around because that night it must have been so hot that Jack had decided to sleep in just his boxers with no covers on him.

"MOM GET OUT." Jack yelled at me

Jack has never yelled at me me before except when I said we had to move and like that momemt now was a exception. "Oh right sorry." was all I could manage to say before I exited. I went back down stairs and made French toast trying to clear my head of that awkward tension. I had just shared with my son. I was getting the eggs out of the refrigerator when I heard Jack come out f his room and go to the bathroom stopping at our towel closet first, so I new he was taking a shower. I was almost don't cooking the last French toast a made 12 altogether, (4 for each of us Jack, Bill Jack's father and me)

"Hey mom." Jack said not looking me in the eye.

"Hey sweetie can you set the table then when were done eating you can wash the dishes while your father and I load the cab." I asked setting the last French toast on a plate with the others and putting a top on it to keep them hot while Bill finished showering and vetting dressed.

"Sure mom." Jack nodded walking to the cabinets and got down 3 plates and glasses shut the door and opened the silverware drawer getting 3 forks and knives and setting them. on the table.

I set the food in the center of everyone's plates then poured Jack some orange juice and started Bill's coffee. As soon as the coffee was poured into his mug Bill appeared downstairs in a blue shirt and white shorts. *I loved my husband but he could not match his clothes to save his life.*

We got done eating and Jack washed our dishes and packed them away while me and dad loaded the cab for our short 5 minute drive to our hanger for our jet. I thought it. was nice that Ricki, Aaron And Tony Jack's friends came to see him off even though they should be in school.