Jamie, all of eleven years old, was put into a trance by the sights of the city. He'd never seen so many cars - on a paved street! This was cool. He leaned forward and saw someone with a pink mohawk walk down the street. He grinned. "Oh. Yeah," he said after a minute. "I live on a farm. In Kansas. Do you live here? This place is awesome!"
"My mom and dad are really overprotective. And I don't ever run off. There's no where to run off to."