Over Again by Kiana Orange

Chapter 3

I lied inside my bed, just thinking. Thinking about what good could from moving into a whole different country. Thinking about the memories I've had here. Thinking about Jaden. I couldn't even think of him the same way I did just a week ago.

Since then, I found it harder to sleep, but it was twice as hard to function without thinking of him. It was like every time I blinked, I always saw that image of us. In that park. One second we were love's persona, then the next.. was unexplainable.

Even if I wanted to distract myself, all of my things were either packed away or already shipped to our new home. Except.. my iPod. The one and only treasure I was given the year when my mom left.

I looked over to my nightstand and opened up one of the drawers, discovering my old iPod. I then got out some headphones and plugged them in.

I clicked on one of my playlists and The Killers' All These Things That I Have Done started to play.

I slowly fluttered my eyes closed before I began to slightly hum to the lyrics. Then I fell asleep, drowning myself into the music.

*

"Jas, wake up." I heard a voice say after one of my earplugs were taken out. I flickered my eyes open to find Isaac's silhouette standing over me.

"What?" I asked before I gave out a yawn and sat up.

"Get up, Dad wants the four of us to get these boxes into the truck. Plus, our flight leaves in a couple hours." He answered as I got up out of bed and slipped on my slippers. He first helped me move the boxes with my desk and chair inside.

"I can't believe we're moving to England. Seems like a first.." I said.

He gave a small laugh before saying, "Yeah, never gets old."

"But aren't you worried? We're moving to a whole different country." I asked.

"What should we be worried about, Jas? We've been all over the world for half of our lives. To me, this is just another regular thing. We're only going to a new place, almost like a new America." He explained.

"Where the weather is always cold as hell and swearing like a sailor is a second language."

"Then you could fit right in, Jazzy." He told me. I dropped my jaw and shoved him in the shoulder.

In the next few minutes, the two of us, along with the help of Marcus and Eric, moved everything out of my room and half of Eric and DJ's room out and into the large moving truck. Now we were currently moving out the boys' bunk bed frame. Soon I felt a tug on my pajama pants.

I looked down to see my baby sister Vanessa. I dropped the frame on the floor or possibly Isaac's foot and focused my attention on her.

"What are you doing out of bed, pumpkin?" I asked as Isaac quickly gave out a groan in pain.

"I wanted to watch you guys move everything." She answered. "Jazzy, do you know if Eng-land is a good place?"

I crouched down to her height before answering, "Um- I actually have no idea. It should be a good place; I heard they have queens and princes and these beautiful palaces. They also have this huge ferris wheel that we can ride on and if you're at the very top, you can see the entire capital of England. But, I guess we're gonna be living in this small town, so I don't really know if it's gonna be a good place."

"So, it's like a new adventure?"

"I guess so, Nessa." I told her. She smiled to herself before she left for downstairs.

I turned back to my elder sibling who was lying on the floor in pain while clutching his 'broken' foot.

"I'm so sorry, Big B. It was an accident." I told him.

"Good one, Shaggy." muttered Eric.

"I hate you." was all Isaac said. "Accident, my ass."

Instead of helping him up, I kicked him in the side causing him to give a small grunt before the three of us bursted into laughter.

"C'mon guys, quit messing around." said Marcus with a large box in his hands.

Eric and I helped Isaac back up before we continued to move out all of our belongings.

*

"Attention passengers, we will begin departure in a few minutes. Please take your seats." said the overhead from the flight attendant.

Marcus and I placed Vanessa and DJ in their seats before buckling them in.

"Jas, do we have everything? The moving truck, passports, did I count all six of you?" asked Dad as he sat down.

"Dad, we are okay. I have all of our passports in my bag, the moving truck should be flying about now, and Marcus counted all six of us right before we boarded." I reassured him. He let out a disappointing sigh.

"I just feel like we're missing something."

"I know.."

I sat down in my seat beside a sleeping DJ and rested my backpack in my lap.

"Do you want me to put your bag overhead?" asked one of the flight attendants.

"No, I'm fine." I said with a hint of sass in my voice. She looked at me with furrowed eyebrows and walked away.

DJ rested his head on my bicep before giving out a small snore. I grinned and planted a kiss on the top of his head.

''Attention passengers. We will be arriving at London Heathrow in 14 hours. Refreshments will be served once we reach our altitude. Thank you.'' the overhead speaker announced.

I glanced over to Dad to see he had fallen asleep as well. I then glanced over to where Marcus, Isaac, and Eric sat to see Eric and Isaac conversing and Marcus who hid his face inside the current book he was reading. A small grin grew across my lips once again.

Soon I gave out a sigh and leaned my head against the head of my seat. Then shut my eyes and dreamt of what would happen next.