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Chapter one: Dog house Gym

"I cant believe you, you guys are such idiots!"

She screamed stomping down the alley. A dark arm draped over her shoulder.

"Come on Katara, don't be mad." He laughed, his voice still cracking from puberty.

Sokka stood tall at her side, at age fifteen he stood about 5'10 with dark brown hair that was long and pulled into a ponytail at the top yet shaved at the sides. His face was handsome with bright blue eyes, dark skin, and a chiseled jaw line. His stupid grin that was much to large for his face gave him a goofy look sometimes. Her stupid brother, Sokka Moonmist. Katara shrugged off his shoulder and pushed him away before continuing her heavy steps filled with anger. Another arm wrapped around her waist only to be pushed immediately off.

"Come on Katara, we were only messing around." He grinned showing off his playboy smile. Katara glared at him.

"Then go mess with some other girl, you seem to be good at it Jet?" She spat sarcastically.

Jet's deep brown eyes slide away from hers and his arm dropped as if it was burned. Jet stood at about 6'1 and had just turned seventeen that may. Jet pursed his lips making the piece of wheat in between his lips bob up and down. Jet had moved to California a couple of years ago from Oklahoma, with a horribly cute accent that often made him a joke at school. He worked hard to get ride of it and now had a suave voice that could seduce almost anything with hormones. The only time his drawl would appear was when he was angry. The piece of straw that was constantly jammed between his lips was the only thing that reminded them that he was not always a playboy hottie. Jet Fridom.

"Katara are you really mad at us?" A strong voice asked. Turning her head she was surrounded with green eyes that glittered.

Haru Was the same height as jet but had a slimmer build. His eyes were beautiful green that always reminded her of a forest. His hair was dark brown that hung past his shoulders.Haru lived with his mother, he worked hard at the restaurant his mother owned. His eyes could be soft but could turn hard faster. Once you were friends with Haru he cared for you as a sibling are more in Katara's case.

"Katara don't be mad." A chipper voice pipped behind her.

Turning her eyes to Aang she smiled. Aang the baby of the group at just turning fourteen. He was the same height as Katara who was small at only 5'1 and weight less that her. Even though he was small he was a prodigy at boxing. A foster child at birth he was tossed around from foster home to foster home when he was nine one of his step fathers beat him so hard he was in a coma for two years. He was cute with large gray eyes and brown spiky hair and baby face. He had stumbled across her fathers gym and sparred with her brother, after beating him easily her grandfather decided to adopt him. Even though she treated Aang as a brother he cared for her in a slightly different way. Sighing she frowned but had to smile when they all looked at her hopefully.

"Do it again and I kill you." She mumbled. They cheered and grabbed onto her she giggled and rolled her eyes.

"Come on lets go home!" She yelled, dashing out of their embrace and down toward the gym they screamed and ran after her.

The 'Dog House Gym' was large. Weights scattered all around the room. In the middle was a large boxing ring. Katara had been raised here since birth. Her grandfather Pakku was a famous boxing champion called "The Snow King" due to his Eskimo heritage, he had married her grandmother Kanna - also Alaskan - forty years ago. They had her father Hakoda and her uncle Bato. Both her uncle and father had been world weight champions at one time in their life. Her father was known as Hakoda"The hang-man" Moonmist, the greatest fighter in years, never once has her father been able to get knocked out. Her Uncle Bato, are as the boxers call him, Bato"The Beast" Moonmist. Was also very good. He had one every single lightweight championship he had ever entered. He was at least in the top ten ranker's for best boxer. He was known for being quick while he father was known for standing his ground and knocking you out with one punch. Her father had married Reisha Katara's mother. When Katara was seven her mother died and her father went more into boxing and left her and her brother in the care of pappa Pakku and gran-gran are Kanna. Katara never forgave him.

But growing up with boxers wasn't so bad sure all the guys were protective, egotistical, and obnoxious, but they were all hers brothers, and she loved them all deeply. Unfortunately they thought of her as far from sister as possible. Sokka her only true blood brother was the execption, thank god. Walking into the gym all the men greeted her. She smiled and went to sit at the bench while the puppies - as she called Haru, Jet, Sokka, And Aang- tumbled in. The nickname 'The puppies' had come from how attracted they were to the Dog house Gym af if they were real dogs and the Gym was their house. She giggled as they raced over to her. After the first round of sparring between Jacob and Edward. Her pappa walked into the gym from his office.

Her grandfather Pakku was handsome at the age of fifty five. His hair was white but soft and hung to his shoulders. His face had aged from his glory days but he was none the less intimidating. His sharp blue eyes scanned the room landing on her. She loved her grandfather dearly, but honestly he was the biggest prick in the world. His eyes landed on the gloves she was strapping on and his lips lifted into a snarl. It had taken her entire thirteenth year to convince him to let her fight and to train her. When he finally had - even though to this day he says woman are to weak to fight - she was forbidden to spar are fight with anything other than woman are Sokka, cause Sokka sucked.

"You cant stop me." Katara said strongly before Jet jammed a mouth piece into her jaw. Pakku glared angrily at her.

"If you fight Katara, I will discontinue you're membership!" He yelled for all the men to here as he was referring to them. She spat out her mouth piece and glared hatefully at him.

"God you have to be the most sexist man alive!" She screamed grabbing Haru - an amazing fighter - and throwing him into the ring while stuffing the moth piece back into place. Haru shifted from leg to leg nervously in the ring. Katara through him some gloves, he caught them but did not put them on.

"Haru but on the gloves!" She yelled though it was hard to sound intimidating around a mouth piece. He blinked and looked at her bashfully.

"Katara I cant." He murmured. Pakku let out a triumphant snort and turned on his heel. Katara spat out the mouth piece once again and was about to chew him out until a voice could be heard at the gym's doors.

"I'll fight you." A confident voice fluttered past them. Katara's head snapped in the door's direction and stared at the small figure that filled the doorway. Moaning she slammed her head against the ropes only to bounce back of. Pakku smiled and invited her in. Groaning she slid to her knees.

"You want me to fight a little girl, I mean come on I eat bigger things at break fest!" She whined, the boys laughed and she frowned, she didn't mean to make front of the small girl it just slipped. Daring sea-foam colored eyes landed on her.

"Come on sugar queen we don't want to leave your subjects waiting!" She snapped back and the boys glared at her while Pakku stifled a laugh. Katara's eyes narrowed.

"Bring it on." She bite out the girl walked on stage.

"Oh and by the way," She said strapping on a pair of green gloves that had black writing stitched into them." My names Toph, Toph "The blind bandit" Fong. Remember it cause you'll be cheering it later." She finished haughtily. Katara snorted.

"Bring it on, thong!"