I'm Jayna. I'm 13 years old. I live in St. Louis, Missouri with my grandparents. I live with them because my mom died when I was a baby, and my dad travels a lot with his Job. My Dad is Randy Orton. He works with the WWE. I look just like him, but I have green eyes that I get from my mom. My brown hair comes down to the middle of my back. He's the best. A little embarrassing, but still the best. He says he does it to make up for the time that he's away, but I say, if you wanna make it up to me, give me your credit card. I get to travel with him in the summer, and I usually come back home to Granny and Papa about three days before school starts in the summer.
I love my dad's friends. They give me about a million nicknames. Dad calls me Peanut. Uncle John, my dad's best friend, calls me Little Jay, Uncle Dave, he calls me Squirt. Uncle Ric calls me Shorty, along with Uncle Paul; the two of them can be real pains some times. (I mean that in the best way possible) I also like to hang around with the Divas, but my all time favorite is Amy. She's married to Matt Hardy. His brother Jeff, who's 24, is like my big brother. They call me Baby Orton. Amy is so awesome. She's like my idol, and her son Mike, he's cool too. He's really cute too…but he's 15, and I just turned 13. Dad would never let me go out with him, or ANY other guy, for that matter. He's really over protective over me, it's really irritating sometimes.
Dad has a girlfriend. Her name is Stacy Keibler. I don't know why, but I just don't like her. She's a real goody-two shoes. I can't really stand how she's all syrupy sweet. Amy says I should lighten up on her, but she's so annoying, and her skirts are always way too short. If you ask me, skirts suck. So do dresses for that matter. I don't like them, or the color pink. I'm a tomboy, and I'm proud of it.
"Hello?" I said answering my cell phone.
"What's up Peanut? You all packed?" the voice on the other end said.
"Ah, I'm so, doing it right now Dad." I said, throwing my swimsuit into my suitcase.
"You never do things ahead of time, do you?" he said, laughing.
"Guess not!"
"What time does your plane land?"
"Uh, hold on, let me get my ticket and check." I walked across my room to my bureau and looked at my ticket. "I land in Tampa at 12:45 in the afternoon tomorrow."
"Okay. Now Peanut, I don't know whether I'll be there, but if it's not me, it'll be John, Paul, or Stacy."
"Dad, NOT Stacy." I groaned, flopping on my bed.
"Don't start Jayna." He said, sighing. I knew he was pacing and pinching the bridge on his nose.
"But Dad, I don't like her. Why couldn't you date someone more like Torrie or Jackie, or even Amy? Why Stacy? She's not too bright you know."
"Jayna Lisa Orton, just stop. Me or John will be there tomorrow, okay, just don't start this conversation again."
"Okay, I'll stop. I'm sorry dad." I said, after a pause.
"It's okay, I know you'll never get used to the thought of me being with someone. It's always been just you and me, but now, I'm with Stace, so you got to adjust."
"Okay, fine, whatever, I'll see you tomorrow?"
"Sure thing, Peanut."
"Okay, bye Dad."
"See ya tomorrow." He said hanging up the phone.
I finished packing up all of my things, then I called my best friend Morgan. She's lived across the street from me since we were born. We know everything about each other. Once we hung up, I showered, and went to bed. I had to hurry up and get to sleep. I had to be at the airport early, and to top it all off… I couldn't wait to see my dad again.
