"Leave it mom, I can handle it." Toph pushed her mother's hand away. She continued to feel the needle in her hand as she pulled it gently through the quilt.

Toph faced towards the quilt weaving gently till the thread was too short. Her mother snipped off the lose thread. "How did I do?" Toph faced her mother.

She looked down at the crookedly sewn quilt. "Very well, Toph." She smiled. Toph couldn't see but she knew she was lying. "Thanks, I guess." Toph held the quilt in her hand and sighed. Her mother frowned.

Toph walked outside and the wind blew gently around her. She knelt down and felt the grass. "I'm alone today," she said to herself.

She could feel every little critter roaming around her from small ants climbing trees to the big birds nesting happily in the trees.

Toph knew it was the perfect time to leave. She felt the ground around her once more to make sure no one was watching. Just like that, she sent all the energy to her feet and opened the ground below her.

She jumped down quickly and began her journey.

The tunnel that surrounded her small figure was cool and dark. She walked calmly not knowing where she would end up. They don't understand me, she thought.

She continued walked for hours and carried but a small bag with her. She placed her hand against the right wall and closed her eyelids. I'm getting close.

At last she arrived. Toph took a deep breath and opened the gates of rocks in front of her. The big city.

She felt mass load of vibrations coming from all directions. The scent of cooked crawfish and seafood meat tingled her every sense. She began to walk not knowing where to go first. Noises filled up the marketplace like air.

She felt the road get softer underneath her, almost like sand. She listened to the voices of people. She felt them staring at her.

"Is she blind?" A voice commented. "What is she doing here all by herself?" "Someone find her mother."

She overlooked the voices and continued walking with her head down. She dodged every person she passed making sure to make no contact.

"Uncle, we're not here to buy tea." A boys voice struck out to her as she walked passed it. She felt the presence of an old man standing next to him, one a little on the heavier side. "One can never have too much tea, Zuko; unless it's poisonous."

She sat behind a barrel of apples and listened to the boy speak. Something about him struck out to her. "I'll never understand old people," he walked passed her in anger, whispering to himself.

She felt his steps thump on the ground as he walked. She continued to eye Uncle. They must be here together; I must keep an eye on them. Something is not right.

The Uncle passed by Toph glancing at her tiny body sitting there motionless. She started walking in their path hoping to figure out a clue to why they seemed different.

A man bumped into Toph as she walked. "Watch where you're going kid," Toph paid no attention and continued walking. She began to hear whispers from the two she followed.

"Is she following us?" Right when she felt Zuko turn to look at her, she hid underground. I'll follow them from here, she thought.

She heard the conversations of the old man speaking to the young boy above her. He's been around the world. She listened to his stories in awe, hoping maybe one day that will be her life.

The boy seemed to pay no attention, but she took every word to heart, "Fine warriors they were, in the water tribe. I visited an old friend once. He lived in the Southern tribe, one of the small islands I might add. You would think that they just roll around in snow all day, but they are probably better hunters than us."

"But that's back in the days, when this war didn't set us apart. They wouldn't welcome us like they used to." The old man sighed. The boy stayed quiet.

Toph felt the ground. We're entering a forest. Toph had never been to a forest before. She stood for a moment deciding whether or not to enter.

This is the only chance I'll get to start my life. I'm sorry mother. I'm sorry father. It's time to move on. I'm not the weak blind girl you think I am.

Toph looked up and resurfaced near the ones she followed. I'll be alright, she thought. The musky warm wind blew around her dark thin hair. She stood beside a tree wondering where her life would take her.