A/N: I'm sorry I haven't updated in a long time. Please review!

Jillian sat in the middle of the back row of their car, between her two arguing siblings.

"It's my turn to pick the Christmas tree!" said Isabelle.

"No." said Caleb. "You picked last time. It's my turn. Besides, I'm oldest."

"I never got to pick the Christmas tree!" Jillian complained.

"You can all pick together." their mother said.

"Aww." complained Isabelle and Caleb.

When they finally arrived at the Christmas Tree store, Jillian found the perfect tree. But no, Caleb and Isabelle had their own tree picked out.

"You want this tree, don't you Jill?" asked Isabelle, using her charmspeak on her sister. Jillian nodded happily. Caleb stuck his tongue out at Isabelle.

"No," he corrected, using his own charmspeak on Jillian. "You want this tree." She started to nod, forgetting about Isabelle's tree.

"No, you want my tree." Isabelle charmspeaked.

"My tree!"

"My tree!"

"No, my tree."

"No, that's not fair. My tree."

All that charmspeak was giving Jillian a headache. Some of the nearby customers were turning to watch.

"Poor girl." one muttered.

"Enough!" their father said. "It isn't fair to charmspeak your sister. Now you can all agree on a tree, or we won't get one at all."

Charmspeak had become sort of a sore subject for Jillian. Both her siblings had the ability, but she wasn't able to, which was not at all fair.

After about five more arguments, they were finally able to decide on a tree. Naturally, it was the biggest tree in the store, but they refused to agree on any other tree.

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Later that night, it was bedtime. Jillian's bedtime was an half an hour before Isabelle's, and an hour before Caleb's. Another unfair thing to add to the list.

"Goodnight Jillian." Isabelle said at half past seven thirty, loud enough for their parents to hear.

"Your sister's right." said her mother, looking at the clock.

"Bella too?" she asked, already knowing the answer.

"You know the rules, Jillian."

"Aww." she complained. "It's not fair! Isabelle can charmspeak, and she's older, and she doesn't have to go to bed."

"You get the bigger room." her sister pointed out while watching television.

"So?"

"And you got a singing birthday card, and I didn't."

"Girls." said Piper. "You can fight later. It's time for bed."

"No." said Jill. "I'm running away."

Jason and Piper shared that look, knowing she wouldn't really run away, as she had threatened to before and not carried it out.

"All right," said her mother, trying not to laugh. "You can run away tomorrow. But now it's time for bed."

"It's not funny!" she protested. "I am too running away."

Piper pointed to the bedroom

Jillian put on her pajamas, and went to bed.

—

She woke up around midnight, vaguely remembering something about running away. Jillian decided it could wait until later, so she tried to go back to sleep.

After trying to go back to sleep for half an hour, she was still awake. Jillian walked to the kitchen, anticipation running through her veins. She was actually going to run away this time, unlike last time.

Jillian grabbed a piece of paper, drew a picture of her running away, and signed it with a "J."

She quickly found a bag and stuffed a roast chicken from the fridge into it, along with a bag of cookies. Now she was ready to go!

Jillian grabbed her coat from its hanger, and was about to walk out the door when she saw their kitten, Puss'n Boots, walking around the kitchen. On second thought, she grabbed the cat and stuffed it in the bag too. Okay, so now she was ready to go.

Jillian walked outside into the cold winter air into the shed, where her tricycle was. She could tell it would snow soon. Jillian got an the tricycle and started to ride.

She realized with a jolt that she didn't have a destination in mind. She decided to go to Camp Half Blood. After all, it was in New York, and she was in Pennsylvania. Her mother had said something once about them being next to each other, so how far could it possibly be?

After about five minutes, Jillian was hungry, so she started eating a cookie. She accidentally let Puss'n Boots out of the bag, so she packed up and tried to catch him.

But Puss kept running farther and farther away. So Jillian followed.

Going slow in some parts, and fast in others, went Jillian. That silly cat sure went far.

Exhausted and hungry, she stopped about an hour later, finally catching the cat. She stuffed him back in the bag, leaving only his head out, and fell asleep under a bush.

Jillian awoke to the sound of voices. She yawned sleepily and opened one eye.

"Lady Artemis." said a voice. "How much longer shall we continue to look for her?"

Jillian opened both eyes and sat up. There were a group of girls, about twelve to sixteen, gathered around a smallish girl with auburn hair and gray eyes.

It was cold outside, Jillian realized. She wished she didn't run away from home. She could be eating breakfast right now, and decorating the tree, instead of sitting under a bush. Mournfully, she ate another cookie. Jillian swallowed it a piece of it the wrong way, and started to cough.

Immediately, all eyes turned to her bush. She shrunk, not wanting to be seen.

"Probably just a rabbit." one girl said.

"But a coughing rabbit?" questioned another.

Jillian closed her eyes. Maybe then they wouldn't see her.

She felt someone tug on her leg, and pull her out. Puss'n Boots jumped out of the bag and started to meow.

She opened her eyes once again.

"Hi." she whispered. She immediately recognized her Aunt Thalia standing above her, an odd expression on her face.

"It seems to me," said the girl with the silver eyes. "That we no longer need to continue looking for the girl."

Jillian stood up, brushing dirt off her pajamas.

"Are you mad at me?" she questioned.

"Yes." said Aunt Thalia. "You ran away from home, Jillian. What will your parents think? And especially with the new baby coming."

"I left them a note." she said defensively. Thalia looked unconvinced.

"And what baby?" she questioned.

Aunt Thalia shared a look with the auburn haired girl.

"Perhaps," said the auburn- haired girl. "She can catch a ride with my brother."

"Who are you?" Jill asked, wrinkling her nose.

"Artemis, goddess of the hunt.

Just then, the sky grew lighter.

"Cover your eyes." warned the girl. Jillian covered her eyes.

"But I wanna see." she complained.

"Do you want to die?" her aunt asked.

"No. Then Isabelle would get my room."

"Then cover your eyes!"

The sun chariot pulled up next to them.

"Hey sis!" called a blonde man with blue eyes. "Is this the little runaway you wanted me to take home?"

Artemis rolled her eyes. "Yes, Apollo."

"Come on kid." said the man who was apparently Apollo. "Let's take you home."

Jillian got in the car. Someone handed her the bag, and the cat.

"I need a carseat." she informed Apollo.

He rolled his eyes. "Isn't your grandfather Zeus?"

"Yeah."

"Well then, you're fine. Buckle up."

"So," said Apollo, once they were in the sky. "Why did you run away?"

"Cause Isabelle and Caleb were being mean."

"Sometimes Artemis is mean to me." said Apollo.

"Does she make you choose her Christmas tree?"

"Well, no."

"How old are you?"

"One million, seven hundred and twelve."

"That's old."

"Okay." said Apollo, stopping at the front of her house. "Ride's over, kid."

Jillian climbed out and waved. "Bye!" she yelled, as Apollo once again returned to the sky.

She walked up to the door and knocked lightly.

"I'm back!" she yelled, opening the door. Isabelle and Caleb stared at her.

"Did you miss me?" she asked.

"Kind of." they said.

Their mother came into view. She looked as if she'd been crying.

"Don't you ever do that again, Jillian Thalia Grace!" she yelled.

Uh-oh. Middle names meant trouble.

Then starting to sob, Piper pulled Jillian into a crushing embrace.

"I'm just glad you're safe." she whispered. "Don't scare me like that again! Why did you leave?"

"Cause I'm the only one who can't charmspeak, and it's not fair."

Piper rested a hand over her stomach.

"In a little while, she said. "You're going to be a big sister. Can you promise me you'll do a good job?"

"I promise." she said, hugging her siblings and her parents.

For once, Jillian was just glad to be home.

A/N: Thanks for all the reviews so far! This is sort of based off the time I tried to run away when I was like five. Unlike Jillian, I didn't even make it to the end of the driveway. Please, please, please review! Thank you!