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Chapter 2: Run Away

"Luke! Look at me!" I yelled as I attempted to do a handstand. It was perfect, until I fell flat on my back.

"Very good," Luke said, "Now if you could avoid falling flat on your back..."

"I'm working on it!" I shot back. For a five year old, I had a rather advanced vocabulary. A very colorful one, at that.

I sat down next to Luke under the weeping willow in our front yard and stared at the little beanbag animals on our curb. My mother had put them there. I wasn't sure why, but my mother was a litttle crazy so I didn't question it.

"Dinner!" My mom called from the front door.

"Great," Luke muttered, "And burnt cookies for dessert."

"When I went to Fiona's house for dinner I had real cookies that weren't burnt! They were really good!"

"Well unlike Fiona, we're not normal." Luke said.

We went insode for a horrible dinner. Luke's prediction was correct. We did have burnt cookies for dessert.

I left the dinner table as soon as I could and headed upstairs to get changed into my pajamas.

Luke knoecked on my door, "Can I come in?" he asked.

"Yep!" I said, jumping onto my bed. Well, I'm not sure you could really call it a bed. It was really a matress, two pillows, and a bedsheet tucked away in the corner of my room.

He tossed me a plastic bag and said, "Pack some clothes, underwear, a hair tye, and a hairbrush. We're leaving tonight."

"What do you mean we're leaving tonight?" I asked.

"We're leaving this house and never coming back. Gigi, we have to leave. Our mother is demented and can't take care of us. We're running away."

I was actually glad that we were running away. My mom scared me and all the girls at school except for Fiona were mean to me.

"Let's go." I said.

We ran away and didn't look back. We lived on our own, just the two of us. Until that fateful day when we met Thalia Grace...

I know that this chapter was very short. I promise that i'll make the next one longer as long as you REVIEW!