Citrus

by M.L.Quincy

Audrey is an abnormal girl with abnormal gifts. When she finally becomes fed up with her life, she runs away to New York in search of her father and a life in which she could be accepted. But she never planned on finding something else, along the way. OC/OC; Sporadic Updates; Current Hiatus

2. Chapter 2

So this is chapter two. I'm also planning to write a chappie a day, just to let you know. Sorry for being late upon updating, and I would like to thank all those who reviewed, favorited and followed.

Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson

Audrey stood there, the necklace in her hands, her eyes unfocused and staring into nothingness. Her thoughts were drifting, changing, morphing, from one thing to the next. There could be so many possibilities if she chose to run away from home. It would be so easy, too easy, even. So many things could happen.

She blinked, lowering her eyes, and for a few moments, merely looked at the necklace. She stretched out her hand and tipped it back so it fell from her palm, making a 'shhh' sound as it coiled itself upon the table top. She paused, and then grabbed the envelope. She stuffed the letter back inside and roughly opened a drawer, then dropped it in and slammed it shut. Quickly she picked the necklace up again, and, feeling stupid for putting it down and then picking it up moments later, lifted her arms to attach it around her neck.

Audrey turned around and stared at a clock on her wall. It took her a second or two more than it should have to decipher it, being dyslexic, but she was soon able to figure it out. Six fifteen AM.

She crossed the floor of her room over to her closet and opened the doors to look inside. The floor of it was littered with garments and shoes. The hangers sat empty and swung uselessly from the drift.

Kneeling, Audrey stuck her hands into the mad pile of clothes and moved it around, searching. Finally, she pulled out an Old Navy t-shirt and a pair of blue jeans. When she had changed into them she kneeled to tie on a pair of shoes. Audrey straightened up and grabbed her backpack, then went over to her bedroom door, opened it and left.

Yup. I know. It's bad. It's basically just listing off what she did. And I hope that none of you are like, 'It's not bad!' because it was and I can do much better. Deal with it. Hey, what do you guys like best, Harry Potter, Percy Jackson, or Maximum Ride? And no, Twilight has no say because it sucks.

Laa de daaa

~M.