Disclaimer: I do not own Avatar or any of it's characters, but I do own Saige and a few other characters of my making.

Run Away

By FyreFlower

This is my first fan fiction.

So in the words of Emily Dickenson, "Judge me Tenderly."

Chapter 1

Just a walk on the beach.

"I hate you! I wish I was never born!" I shouted at my parents, who lay on the couch, watching rerun's of 'I love Lucy.'

They had just grounded me! For a whole month! I'm now not allowed to watch TV, talk on the phone…. nothing! Just because I got a C on my report card!

"Saige! Go to your room! You do not yell at us. You are now grounded for 6 months!"

Dad yelled, not moving from his position on the couch. Lazy Bastard.

I turned and ran to my room, slamming the door hard enough, it made the windows in my room rattle.

"Why me?" I moaned, slumping on my bed. I stared at my ceiling, watching the blades of the fan slowly turn.

Closing my eyes, I began to chant,

"You do not exist…I live, only in my mind. You do not exist…I live, only in my mind." This chant helped to calm me down and think straight. After repeating this several times, I opened and glanced at the clock, 5:37 p.m.

'Almost time.' I thought as I looked out the window, 'But it's enough time.'

I jumped up and reached under my bed and pulled out my spare black backpack. I emptied out it's contents; papers, pen's, empty chip bags, etc.. into the trash can.

Chico, my Golden Lion Tamarin monkey, hopped off of his perch, to where I was, to eat a few chips that had fallen out of the bags.(if you don't know what they look like, go to google images and type in Golden lion tamarins.)

"We're leaving Chico, we're running away." I said, picking him up and cradling him to my chest. I love Chico, his golden red fur, his black face, and his ability to make me laugh with his funny antics.

He likes to do impersonations of people. When he mimicked my mom, he'd put one hand on his hip and shake his finger, as if scolding me. He was a gift to me by a friend who moved to a foreign country. I've had Chico for about 2 years

Chico even knows how to braid my hair, pulling it back and braiding it with his deft little fingers.

Putting Chico down, I resumed packing clothes, junk food, money, and other things that are a necessity. I looked at the clock again, 5:42.

'I better get a move on, I'll stay at the beach first, where it's cool and calm. No one would look for me there. Tomorrow, luckily is a Saturday, so no one would say I'm skipping school. Then I'll get on a plane and fly to…to… as far away as I can get. I'll just wing-it from there.'

Happy with my plan, I scooped Chico up and deposited him into my backpack.

"Silencio Chico, you have to be quiet okay." I whispered to him, petting his head softly.

I peeked out the door and saw that Dad was passed out on the couch and I could hear Mom in the kitchen, preparing dinner.

Tip-toeing past the lump on the couch and the mom in the kitchen, I made it out past the front door and closed it quietly.

"Step 1 complete." I murmured, pushing a stay strand of blonde hair out of my face.

Chico shuffled around in the pack, emitting soft squeaks of discomfort. I had so much stuff in my pack that there wasn't much room for him to move around in. He didn't like that at all.

"Shhh Chico! Silencio, you want us to get caught!" I whispered urgently, adjusting the pack.

"I'll let you out when we're at the beach."

I set out at a brisk jog, the pack bouncing slightly at each step. I waved at a few neighbors and I made my way down the trial, and soon was at a secluded beach.

I let Chico out and he bounded onto the sand. He immediately jumping around, not liking the feel of sand. He decided he didn't want to walk, so he jumped onto my shoulder to be carried.

"Lazy thing," I chided him, rubbing his fur affectionately, "You'll soon grow fat."

Slowly, I made my way along the shoreline. The sun was setting low into the water. A few boats were gliding by, heading to the docks, I guessed. It started to get dark and mosquitoes were coming out. I'm glad that I bought my bug spray. In about 5 minutes, I found a spot to rest for the night.

It was a patch of green, lush grass. And it was just big enough for me to sleep on. I found it weird that a patch of grass would be growing on sand. But I never looked a gifted horse in the mouth.(never take anything for granted, I think is the meaning.)

Chico got back into the backpack as I stepped onto my makeshift bed. The ground fell out from under me, and I plunged down into the hole, screaming!

The air rushed up from under me, billowing my flare jeans like miniature parachutes, but they didn't slow me down at all.

The black hole melted away and I was falling through a red dusky sky, passing through clouds. I screamed as I looked down and there was only water. I'm falling down to the ocean! I briefly saw a big metal ship before I plunged, headfirst into the water, and thought, no more.