Let me explain-

Jet: Do I HAVE to be here?! This isn't even your story!

(hits him with crappy new/used laptop) YES! Anyway; yes, this story isn't mine. My friend, Alexa (who you should know from The Avatar Crew Come to You!), is not allowed a Fan Fiction account but love writing. She wrote this story and asked if I could put it on my account so she could see if people liked it I like it and she puts a lot of time into it soooo…

Jet: Here we are.

Yeah. Be nice! It's her first one! Review and tell me what you think. If you like it-

Jet: Or hate it-

It doesn't matter! She wants to see how people like it. ANY (politely written) feed back is welcome!! Here's chapter one!

Jet: Alexa doesn't own Avatar ether. She DOES own Elaina, her OC.


Chapter One

"And if we divide four, what will the answer be?" I sighed. Honestly, doesn't Mrs. Leigh realize we won't use algebra unless we become an engineer or a scientist? I looked up to her to make sure she wasn't paying attention, and began doodling mini flowers on the margin of my notebook paper. Oh, sure, we might need the basics of algebra, but not the whole curriculum!

"Elaina!" Crap, she must have noticed me! "Why don't you tell us the answer?" What a cruel, cruel woman. She was the only teacher I ever knew to give somebody a lesson on the last day of school. Most middle school teachers threw a party, or at least let us teenagers do whatever we wanted. Why couldn't she be like them?! To top it off, this just had to be the last class of my school year.

"Umm... Two?" I guessed. Maybe my luck had changed! A sigh came from her.

"You're too predictable, Ms. Bohtrov. At least sound confident when you're guessing. You're not even close when the exact answer to a multiplied by four equals sixteen. It's four." I mentally sighed. Well, at least I was good in history and art. Maybe even English, too, but not at math and science. They just seemed to hate me! I decided to stare at the clock, since everybody else did, too. Apparently, I wasn't the only one waiting for this class to be over. Mrs. Leigh noticed this. Everybody put away their things into their backpacks and zipped them away, including me. She sighed the second time today.

"Now, class, I know you're all eager to get out of the building, but please, let's be patient and..." Riiiiinnnng! Thank God! We all grabbed our packs. I only heard the first of, "Review this year's work, be sure to study and read your summer reading novels!" as I clambered my way out of the school through a sea of kids. What was she trying to do, get a position as vice principal or something? I decided to take a breather before I rode my bike. On the first and last days of school, it was a tradition every year for me to ride my bike home, even though
if I went on the bus it would take me fifteen minutes and to ride home myself thirty. My only exception was graduation days. Before I could jog to my bike, I heard my phone ring to Hawaiian Roller Coaster Ride. That could only mean that it was my best friend, Lacy. I picked my phone out of my pocket and opened it.
"Yeah?"

"Nihao, Lainy! Wanna come over and go to the water park? My treat."

"Sure."

"Bye! That's all I wanted to know." I jogged to my bike and stopped before I sat on it. I waited 'till all the buses were gone. After that, I sat on my bike and began pedaling. I rode, passing all the green landscapes. It was good to live in New Jersey because you had both the country and the cities by you. Some people called it the "pollution" and or "intersection state" because of the garbage that was in the ocean two years ago and we were situated in between Philadelphia and New York City. Hey, if it wasn't for us, Philly and N.Y wouldn't be able to make a quick pit stop to get their vegetables. As I was in the middle of my destination, I skid my bike to a halt on the side of the sidewalk. That would have been a really bad pun.

The was an old man, about seventy years by his appearance, wearing a kimono with armor, searching on all fours for something under a bench. Hiskimino was red, and armor black, by the way. This was really weird. I'd heard of monks, priests, and rabbis, wearing weird clothes and robes, but not soldiers. Where was he from anyway? Medieval Asia? Since curiosity killed the cat, I decided to help the poor guy out.

"Hey," I said, crouching down to his level looking at him. "Hey!" This time he jumped a little.

"Oh, sorry, Miss, you frightened me!" Miss? I'm not that rich or royalty or anything... "I was looking for a parchment with oak triangular handles. A scroll, to be exact." If I could raise one of my eyebrows, I would have by now. So, I raised both. WAS he from medieval Asia? Behind the bush to the left, I found the scroll. So being nice and thoughtful, I decided to give it to him.

"Excuse me, sir, is this it?" The old afro guy with the triangular beard that had a curl smirked. For a good reason; he creped me out.

"Yes, it is." Then he put his hands together as if praying...and began to chant. Now that I think about it, I can't very much remember what it was he said. What he said sounded like a slow foreign language... Latin? Anyway, during the middle of the chant, he said my name. Was he praying for me? Before I knew it, there was a circle with a weird tale blue light glowing around me. The light shot up light fireworks, but didn't make any noise. Now I knew it was high time to high tail it out of there. I tried to run, but the light was like unbreakable hands. So, being the brave person that I always was, I slammed my fists with my eyes shut against the light and screamed. Then, out of nowhere, it felt like I was being pulled through a hole into the sky! I could use a rescue right now!


So.

Jet: So. Just the first chapter?

I'll put up more!

Alexa: Can I have a sign off since it's my story?

Fiiiiinnne

Jet: No fair! I-

Alexa and Author: Shut up, Jet!

The Noobie,

Alexa


Jet:Not a bad sign off.

Alexa: Help me think of one!

I got one!

Needs to stop soiling shows for Zutarakid50,

Alexa


Alexa: Nice.

(hugs) I'll take that as a 'thank you'!