This is Chapter 2, full of Little Jimmies and Truth-isms...Please Review!


Hayden ran. She didn't care to notice the sun beating down on her, the people rushing around her. Some people had a look like they were wondering why a teenager was booking it down a street with a backpack.

Her pace slowed down, until she stopped, out of breath. Luckily, the Metrobus stop was a few feet away. She dug through her bag for fare, as the bus pulled up. The doors opened. Hayden, and a few other people walked onto the bus. The driver looked at her.

"Student?". Hayden nodded, paying the fare. She chose a seat near the driver, feeling a bit safer. The bus was practically empty, due to it being one of the first stops.

The doors closed and the bus started moving. Hayden stared out the window, watching uptown morph into downtown, watching cars buzz past. Every stop, people got on, and people got off. Businessmen looking for a cheaper mode of travel, teenage boys with all their piercings and their pants that are in desperate need of pulling up, women with children...families. Hayden looked down at her feet.

"Look, Me an Little Jimmy have a Live Event in Miami ta go ta. I'm not here to buy fancy spiders!", an odd man said to his phone, sitting next to Hayden. She looked up at him. He was creepy, but familiar.

"Mister?", Hay asked, nervously.

"Me, Little Jimmy an Kofi Kingston are BEST FRIENDS!", the man squealed.

"Uh, yo?". The man looked at Hayden.

"Are you lookin fa Little Jimmy?", he asked, pointing to an empty seat.

"Uh, no...Are you Ron Killings?", Hayden asked the lunatic.

"Ron aka R-Truth! An dis is Little Jimmy!", he pointed to that empty seat again. "Little Jimmy an I LOVE Orlando!".

"Uh, this is Miami", Hay pointed out.

"Oh. Well we like ALL of California!", R-Truth said, giddy.

"Florida".

"Flo Rida! I love Flo Rida!", Truth turned to the side and whispered to the empty seat.

"Whatever...", Hayden chuckled.

"Ya know somethin Little Jimmette?", Truth looked at her. "What's ya name?".

"Hayden...just Hayden".

"Little Hayden...reminds me of McDonalds! Buh da buh buh buh! I'm lovin it!".

The bus stopped.

"Come Little Jimmy! Bye Little Jimmette!", the odd man got off. The driver was just about to close the doors when Hay made a split-second decision to get off the bus.

"Thanks, man", she said to the driver before hopping off. As the bus drove off, she looked around at her surroundings. R-Truth was already gone, but there was something ELSE that captivated the young teen's eyes.

Downtown Miami. There was WrestleMania ads pasted on every available space, fancy sports cars speeding down the main street. Every car seemed to have a different kind of license plate, as there was always tourists. People looking to escape from life. But unknown to the awed tourists, was that sometimes life in Miami should be escaped from...


Sharp knocking on the door shook Teddy from his emotional state of mind. He opened the door. For a moment, just a moment, he was hoping it was his wife...or Hayden, coming back to pick up the shards of his life. It was nothing but a reminder of what he lost.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Long. Is Hayden at home?", the woman from the community center asked. Hayden volunteered at the center, she won awards from her high school for her volunteer work.

"N-no", he stammered.

"Is everything all right?", the woman's sweet tone sickened the distraught man.

"Everything is just fine!", he yelled, slamming the door. Like the woman believed that everything is just fine. He leaned back on the locked door, emotionless.