A/N Like I said in my other story, I'm thinking of writing another

Kickin' Story, but I'm stuck between it being an on-going story or a

series of one-shots. Tell me what you want in your review or PM me!

Jack's P.O.V.

"You ready?" I heard Scarlet's voice question me. I nodded with anticipation. I

could feel the adrenaline run through my blood with every beat of my heart. I

looked at the dark road ahead. I turned back to face Scarlet.

"Come with me." I pleaded. She shook her head.

"You're on your own." This time I shook my head.

"I can't go without you." She layed a hand on my shoulder.

"You have to." She disappeared into the night like a whisper from the dead.

I looked back in the night. I started to walk, clutching my knife. Someone was

following me, I could feel it. It's silhouette was cold, angry, and filled with hate. I

felt the wind break as it lurched forward, I turned around, but I was too late. The

icy hands grabbed my hand and twisted the knife from my hand, I tried to cry out

in pain but I couldn't. My scream was stifled by the feeling of my own blood

pouring out of my left side. The icy, cold hands left a mark by its grasp. I heard the

faint sound of knife hitting the pavement, and the faint call of my name through the

night. "Jack! Jack! Wake up!" they shook me as I seemed to go further into depth.

Monday

6:00am

Seaford, California

I woke up to the piercing light of the morning sun rising just over the west coast

horizon. I closed my eyes again, not really remembering where I was. Images of

the horrid dream flashed through my mind, none stopping for more than a second.

Someone was still shaking me as the same words pounded against my ear drums.

"Jack. Wake up!" I slowly opened my eyes, my head throbbing. I turned to see my

shaker.

"Scar?" she smiled when she heard me respond, her ocean green eyes were filled

care and worry. She seemed perfectly fine, but I was helplessly confused.

"What happened?" her smile lessened.

"You were shaking in your sleep and mumbling. Are you okay?" I nodded and sat

up. Apparently, this dream disturbed me more than I thought.

"Yeah, I'm fine." She looked uneasy.

"Jack, if it was about this mission and your father-"

"Scar! I said I was fine. It was nothing. Don't worry about it." I got up walked to

the back of the plane. I surprised by how angry I had gotten but I didn't anyone

worrying about me.

No one.

I showered in 10 minutes and went through bag that had my school clothes in it. I

slipped into the dark jeans and slipped into a black shirt over my damp hair. I put

on my purple sneakers and threw on my purple sweater to seal the deal.

I looked in the mirror and touched my necklace. I turned it around to the back, and

read the engraved words. Suddenly nothing felt real, I didn't feel real. The strong

pull from my heart to the necklace made me feel like my dad was still out there.

But I knew that wasn't true. My mom saw the last of him being buried into the

hole of no return. The closest thing she has to him is me. The last memories that I

had of my dad flashed through my mind. Their warm-centered love melted away

the icy, cold features of my dream.

I took a deep breath and walked back to the front of the plane, losing my appetite

completely. My mom walked out of the pilot's area and announced that we would

land in less than 20 minutes.

I looked down at my necklace once more as the sun hit the dragon at the perfect

angle, making it shine. The light of its green eyes shone into my own brown ones.

No turning back now. This is it.

I figured my father would be my motivation.

Monday

9:00am

We stood in front of the new school. The letters spelled out 'Seaford High' at the

top. My mother turned to face me and Scarlet.

"Ready?" we nodded. Even if we weren't ready, we didn't really have a choice.

We walked through the long, still hallways. The school seemed bigger when it was

empty. I stole looks into classrooms as we walked towards the principal's office.

The hallway seemed endless as we continued to walk, but sure enough, we were

there in a few minutes. We knocked first.

"Come in." a voice yelled from inside. We walked in as the principal smiled and

beckoned for us to sit. I looked around the office to see shelves packed to the roof

with books, all no less than 3 inches thick. I looked at her nametag on the desk.

PR. Anthony Cropwell.

"Hi. How may I help you?" my mom spoke up as me and Scarlet stayed quiet.

"Hello. I'm here to register my two kids." Principal Cropwell nodded.

"Very well. Their names?"

"Jack Anderson and Scarlet Shar." The principal nodded as he wrote down our

names in what I guessed was our files. Luckily, he didn't ask why Scarlet and I

didn't have the same last name. That would have caused some problems, problems

that we didn't need.

"Age?"

"Both are 13." He scribbled some more words into our files and soon got up and

put them into a cabinet. When he sat back down he turned to Scarlet and I.

"Welcome to my school youngsters. Your both in class 8-02, and they are at

English as of now. Here are your schedules." He handed us each brown papers and

then continued.

"That is in room 303, you're free to go." We smiled politely as we walked out the

door leaving my mom alone to talk with the principal.

We walked down the hallway, not saying a word.

301

302

303…

"Well, here we are." Scarlet gave a wry smile as I opened the door.

A/N Sorry, I had to finish this chapter in a rush, so I didn't get to

put in Kim. But look on the bright side, this way the next chapter

can be all about Jack meeting Kim.

-JAYY.