This takes place 9 years ago.

"Guy!" 5 year old Brenna called to 17 year old Jet pack Guy.

"Yeah?" He called back. His head was rested on his fist while he studied for a test.

"Mommy and Daddy are on the phone!" He looked up when he heard this. His parents had been gone for about a week. He sprang up and dashed to the phone.

"Hello?" He asked.

"Hi son. Listen, we're on a business trip. We'll be gone for...ehhhh two years." His dad said.

"Wait, what?"

"You're in charge! Love you guys byeeee!" He heard his mom say before the phone buzzed in his ear. They had hung up.

"What did dey say?" His 2 year old sister Jamie asked.

"Nothing." He said hiding his misery.

"Really. What did they say?" 11 year old Jared spoke up holding the shoulders of his 3 year old brother Drake.

"They're not coming home..."

"What?" Brenna asked tearing up.

"They'll be gone for 2 years. I'll be your "daddy" for now." Brenna started crying and Jared looked off to the side, partially angered. Jamie and Drake were too young to fully understand what was going on.

"It'll be ok." Jet said pulling Brenna to his side and squeezing her shoulder. "We'll figure this out."

"What are we gonna do?" Jared asked.

"Umm.. I'm not sure, but we'll probably move in with Uncle Michael."

"Should we move in now?"

"I don't know." Jet looked down to see Brenna had stopped crying. He stroked her hair, concerned. He didn't really want the little kids to know their parents were gone, but he didn't know what else to say.

"We'll be ok." He said quietly.

A few weeks later, they weren't doing so great. They were running out of money and knew they had to move to Agona for a while. The other bad news was, their uncle was a drinker.

"Guy." Drake stammered. "When awe we gowing to gooo?" They had been packing for a few hours and the little ones were getting impatient.

"Now I guess." He sighed looking at the last 238 coins he had left on his account. They got on a boat and about an hour or two later arrived at the wharves of Agona.

"How far till uncle Michael's?" Jared asked picking up Jamie.

"Actually it's a ten minute walk. He lives in one of these apartments up on Warner Avenue. Jet picked up little Drake and walked with them up the street. It was a pretty steep incline because it led down to the ocean. He liked this street. It reminded him of a trip he took to SanFrancisco with his...parents. Soon they arrived at Glenndale apartment number 490. Guy had called ahead and Michael knew they were coming.

"Is dwis it?" Jamie asked.

"Yup. Ready?" They nodded and knocked on the door.

"Hello?" They heard a slightly raspy voice come from behind the door.

"Hey, it's us." Jet said. They head some banging and crashing and he opened the door.

"Go, get outa here." Uncle M. Said shooing a girl out the door. "That was my girlfriend. So, you guys are staying in the attic. If you're ever home late then use the back door. It leads right to the attic." He said tossing a small set of keys to Jet. Michael picked up a glass bottle and took a sip. Jet glanced at him and took the kids through the house into the attic. It had three beds on the floor. Brenna would sleep alone and Drake would sleep with Jared and Jet pack Guy with Jamie.

The attic was good enough for how long they needed it. The walls were slanted because of the roof, making the room a triangle and were covered with wood panels and windows were installed on either side of the guessed it was used before for guests. It had a mini fridge, a microwave, and a small bathroom walled into the corner. Jet opened the door to the bathroom and checked the water to make sure it worked, which it did. The kids unpacked their bags and put their clothes into the dresser and the armoire. The small lights that strung the ceiling lit the room just enough so they could see.

"We're gonna make this work guys." Jet said sitting on the edge of an armchair in the corner of the room. "We'll go to the coin store tomorrow and get a few last things we need like frozen food and stuff." (The dollar store.)

"Will Drake and Jamie eat that?" Brenna asked.

"They're gonna have to unless they want cereal for a year." He said smiling. He wanted to make this expirience as easy as possible by showing a positive, happy attitude.

"Have you tried calling mom or dad lately?" Jet asked Jared whilebhe took the wall phone off the reciever.

"I think they changed their number. Either that or they just won't bother to answer. Jet's face fell to a sad, abandoned look.

"We'll be ok." He muttered to himself once again.

About a day or two later, Jet's celllphone rang.

"Hello?" He asked.

"Hey son! Holding up the fort?" He heard his dad say. He stepped out onto the stairs that led outside so he couldn't be heard by the others.

"Dad?"

"Hey heard you're at Uncle Mike's house how's it going?"

"Horrible! What is WRONG with you guys?!" He asked angrily.

"What do you mean?"

"You just left us! You know how it effected the kids?! How mad do you think they'll be when you finally come back home?! Did you even think this through?! This is the most inportant year of highschool, but I'm going to be RAISING MY SIBLING BECAUSE YOU DON'T CARE ENOUGH TO DO IT YOURSELF!" With that he hung up, holding back his tears. He looked out the window at the glistening moon. Smiling and hiding his sorrow, he sat at the "table" with his brothers and sisters.

The fist installment of Jet Pack Past. I was bored and wanted some way to reveal more about him. I'll still answer questions and comments too.