A/N Here is chapter two. I know it's really short but I wanted to end it there. I might post chapter 3 tomorrow or in a few days, Not sure.

The man facing me had shaggy brown hair and was almost six feet tall. He wore a plaid shirt and jeans with boots. he looked like he was about to punch me, call the cops or maybe both.

"Um...well...I was just...," I stuttered.

"Yea thats what I thought," he growled. "Now miss whats your name?"

I didn't respond.

"Did you hear me? I said what is your name."

"Meghan," I lied.

"Well Meghan, you better buy something or I'm going to call the cops."

"Oh." I whispered.

"Should I get the phone?" he asked.

"No, I can pay," I was never a very good lier but I tried my best.

"Well what are you going to buy?" He asked.

Fuck, what should I do? I remembered seeing something in the city that looked delicious but I had no money. I think it was called a "cookie". So I just blurted out. "A cookie."

"You got a dollar?" he said looking skeptical.

"Uh yea," I said not sure what a dollar even looked like. I knew it was money and you could buy stuff with it.

"Well come around front and I can get you your cookie and you can pay up," the man said as he lead me to the front of the store.

I quickly thought of a plan as he headed to the store front. I turned on my heel and ran in the opposite direction to the woods. As I ran I turned and knocked over the trash can in the mans way. It wouldn't stop him but It might slow him down. He let out a enraged yell and chased after me. Now here was the tricky part. The part that I didn't know if it would work. I needed to run fast thats all I knew. So I sprinted faster. I started to worry it wouldn't happen and he was gaining on me, fast.

Suddenly I felt it. My feet started to lift off the ground as the world around me began to blur. It was an extraordinary feeling when I wasn't scared to death and confused as hell.

I whipped my head around my hair falling out of it's pony-tail and swirling around my face. I tried to focus the world around me with no success. I saw no plaid blur so I figured I was good. But I didn't dare stop. I just pedaled my feet faster and let my arms lift up above me. I felt free as I let my lips spread info a grin so big it must have looked like a grimace. I was sure I'd never smiled like this before and wasn't sure what caused me to be so happy. Maybe it was the adrenaline from my escape or how I wasn't worried about anything at the moment. I knew when I slowed down I would be just as tired and unsure of what to do as before but now I was flying high and care free.

The word came to my lips before I even knew what it meant "Ayre" I said it allowed but the sound was ripped away by the wind before my brain knew what I was saying. Thats what this was, The weird running/flying thing, Ayre. It was a rush of adrenaline a high of sorts. I laughed out loud as I thought to myself how great Ayre was, I wish I could feel it all the time.

But, as soon as I thought that I began to slow down. I started feeling tired and achey. I needed water to quench the fire in my mouth and throat. I didn't want my Ayre to stop. Afraid I wouldn't be able to do it again I tried to run faster but, my feet kept bumping the ground and I continued to slow.

Finally I collapsed in a heap on the hard ground. I didn't move. I wanted Ayre. If I couldn't have Ayre I didn't want to live. What was the point? I was a fugitive and a thief. I had no idea where I was and no money. No one loved me and I loved no one. What kind of life was that to lead? I needed education, a home, and food.

Thats all I remember before I drifted of into a dreamless sleep.

A/N Like I said it was short. See that little blue button down below? Well it would make my day if you would press it and leave me feedback.

-Kat