Letters To Juliet
By Triple Driple
Prologue: From San Diego To Seaford
Rating: T
Contains: Violence & minor expression of emotions (nothing too extreme!)
Disclaimer: I am only a fan of the show, I do not own anything!
A/N: Hello people, Triple-Driple here… sorry about the long HIATUS with my other story Ending the Era of the Kick, I've gotten stuck at the date chapter so if anyone who is following is willing to help out send me your ideas. So to get my inspiration back, I decided to write a new story as a mind clearer. I'm not sure how it goes so… if all doesn't work out I'll put it up for adoption but this is my first take.
I'm practicing on trying to write in someone's point of view so I decided that this story would be in "…"point of view. (I ain't telling, it needs to be unravelled!) Unless I need to put it in someone else's when y'all need to see the other side then I will change just for a few chapters. I will also have some references to Shakespeare here which I do not own. So here goes:
Prologue- From San Diego To Seaford
I felt the train jerk and heard the wheels screech against the rails as the train I was aboard started to chug down the railway to my destination… Seaford, CA. I couldn't help but glare at the surroundings through the window. I never wanted to be here… I never even wanted to get myself into this mess, I hated my mum right now and I felt no better about my Grandfather either! I can't believe they actually did this to me, sending me off to live in Seaford with my dad and for what… as a punishment?
'More like torture,' my thoughts told me as I scowled leaning back in my seat and began to reminisce on how I got into this mess…
Flashback
I was being taught a new karate move by my Grandfather who I considered as the greatest Martial Arts master who had ever walked the face of the earth. He had been studying it ever since he was 18, everything he did from living to breathing was all about the honour and discipline he had earned ever since he was a kid. He's 70— something right now and he's still a strong old geezer.
"Good job son," He congratulated me, nodding his head in acceptance
"Thanks Granddad." I smiled at him as I took a white towel to rub off my sweat. I was about 10 at the time and was at my first degree black belt. My granddad and I were close; we shared a bond no one could break or come between. We had a closer relationship than I had with my own dad. He and my mum divorced when I was 4 and he moved away and lived a quiet life in Seaford as a Marine biologist. I hated when I used to visit him in the summer… all I'd do all day is sit around and watch fish!
But my Grandfather and I were more like friends than family, we told each other everything and thanks to him I had always lived by the Wasabi code but then all of that changed,
After I was bullied at school once by Reese Quincy, the biggest guy on the block… I was trying to be as disciplined as my Grandfather but I couldn't help it. He went too far the last time he bullied me and I knocked the lights out of the guy. I got suspended because I got him a broken nose and a black eye but still he got what he deserved, and then I got fame and glory— but it all went to my head.
I'm 16 now and I was the coolest, baddest guy around back at Ocean bay high. I was the guy who all the girls wanted to get their hands on, the guy who every guy would dream of being, the guy who all the teachers loathed but I didn't care… I was popular. I had Brad Wolfe, captain of the football team as my best friend and Kelsey Neelson, rich socialite hottie for a girlfriend. Life was grand indeed, I had it all.
Until my grades began slumping, my teachers ratted me out to my parents about me bullying other kids and I was taking my karate skills to my own advantage. My mum was extremely disappointed in me and wondered how her sweet son turned into one of those bad boys… those people she called 'low life delinquents,' and for the first time ever, my own grandfather didn't talk to me, he didn't lay eyes on me even for a split second, heck, he didn't even notice my existence but I didn't care… he was just my Grandfather. But that was until I was suspended again for something bad I did with Kelsey and this time mum and granddad decided to take action. My mum called my dad and decided that I should be under his wing until he learned his roots and dad agreed. No way to get out of that, no way of changing their minds. They were dead set, I was off to Seaford— and it was good riddance Jackson Brewer.
End of Flashback
I was jerked out of my thinking by the train as the wheels screeched against the rail. I sighed as I screwed my eyes closed; bopping my head hardly against the seat whispering to myself "This can't be happening! It's just a dream!" I told myself before opening my eyes and looking out the window. I cursed under my breath at the big banner that said "Welcome to Seaford!" In big white letters and I rolled my eyes at the typical-ness. They think its welcoming but trust me— it's not even close to the word.
I grabbed my blue suitcase and my matching duffel bag before exiting the train. I got past check out and customs before seeing a man with wavy brown hair and dark brown eyes grinning widely and waving madly at me. I rolled my eyes at him and looked at the floor playing with my shoes trying to ease down the awkwardness. I took a deep breath before walking up to him and looking him straight in the eye.
"Hello Jack!" He said smiling at me.
"Long time no see, father," I said in a deadpan expression.
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