Prologue

The sounds of the bus kept her up the whole trip. Every time she felt her body begin to succumb to sleep, a road bump jolted her awake. She rubbed her eyes a couple of times and then glanced at her watch. 1:45 AM.

"What the hell?" she mumbled to herself.

The person next to her stirred. Jocelyn envied the man. Not because of his rank in the world or the clothing he wore. She mainly envied the fact that he could sleep. For seven months now she had had a case of insomnia. She knew exactly what it was from, but that subject still hurt to talk about. Even think to about. Jocelyn put her face in her hands and took a deep breath. After she rubbed her face she could feel the tears beginning to form behind her silver eyes. Her brown hair spilled over her shoulders. She looked out the window and watched the scenery pass by. The headlights of the bus highlighted the oncoming sign.

LOS ANGELES- 92 miles

Jocelyn sighed and sat back in her chair. 'City of Lost Angels' she remembered someone in her life once calling it. But that was long ago, seven months to be exact.

'Cool it,' she commanded herself quickly.

She then did some math in her head. She figured if the bus was doing 45 down the interstate that they would be arriving in L.A. in a little more than two hours.

"Might as well try and get some sleep," she said turning slightly to get comfortable.

Just before she closed her eyes a small smile crept onto her face. It was then that she realized that she was two hours from starting over. Starting a new life.