AN: Well, it's not a drabble series or a collection of one shots, but it's something! I'll have you know it was very hard to continue working on chapter 11 for "Bleeding Blue Fire" with this idea nibbling at my brain, so as soon as this is posted, I swear I'll get back to work! I promise! Hope you like my new story!

Avatar World. Modern Technology. Katara's POV

DISCLAIMER: ATLA DOES NOT BELONG TO ME, BUT THIS PLOT AND CHARCTERS I MAKE UP ARE OF COURSE, MINE. PLEASE DO NOT STEAL.

Learning to love the enemy

Written: September 26, 2010

Posted: September 26, 2010

Chapter 1: Moving into enemy territory

The wind whipped through my hair as my head hung out of the car window. The air dived into my lungs, giving me a fresh feeling. Life in Ba Sing Se may not be so bad. All of the shops and many places to go to would definitely keep me and my brother busy. Soon, my father pulled into a wide driveway that belonged to a small, blue and tan house. It was way bigger than our home back in the Southern Water Tribe, and for that, I was grateful. I mean, I loved that little igloo with all of my heart, but it's nice to have some nicer things every once in a while.

Hey, we deserve it.

I was especially grateful that Sokka and I got accepted to the most awesome warrior school of all. That's right. Sokka and I were accepted to Bōei Āto: The Great Academy of Bending and Defensive Mechanisms of Ba Sing Se or many people call it BAU. That's the reason my family's moving here, and when I say family, I mean my dad, dad's mom, and my brother. About 9 years ago, a robber broke into our house. They shot my mom 10 times and they took my little sister away. When Dad, Sokka, and I came back from our fishing trip, we found mama on the floor dead, and Kani long gone. I'll never forget that retched day…

I stepped out of the small car and gazed at the house beside ours. It was huge and decorated in red and gold. Probably a bunch of rich stuck up snobs lived there. I grabbed my bags from the trunk and ran inside. I looked around before rushing upstairs to the biggest bedroom I could find. When I reached it, tan paint drenched the walls and a large window with a little seat like thing caught my eye. This was going to be my room. I threw my bags down and ran back downstairs to ask Sokka to help me move my bed and vanity in my new room.

"No way! I'm not helping you because you didn't act fairly! Maybe I wanted the bigger room! Did you ever think about that?" he exclaimed at me.

"Actually, yes. I did think of that, and that's why I made sure I got to it first. Now are you going to help me or not?"

"I specifically remember saying no already!"

I rose up a threatening hand and gave a death glare, and he knew what I was about to do to the dew on the soft, green grass. Yep, I'm a waterbender. The last in my tribe to be exact. Sokka's not a bender, though. I know what you're thinking. If he's not a bender, then how did he get accepted into BAU? Well, despite his clumsiness, Sokka's a great warrior…but he's still no match for my awesome waterbending abilities.

"Okay, okay! No need to get all magical watery power on me! I'll help you move your girly items into your girly room."

After a long day of moving in, Gran-Gran cooked some fried sea prunes with some tiger-seal chops and cucumber-melon cookies for dessert. I licked the remains of the cookies from my skinny, tan fingers and went to take a shower. Every inch of the South Pole was scrubbed from my body. Only my blue eyes remained Southern. I stepped out threw on an old night gown and tried to sleep. Instead, I thought of how Sokka and I would have our own dorms in just a week. My dad doesn't have the money right now for both of us, but he gets paid on Thursday, and he's going to buy our dorms on Friday. I wonder if I'll make any new friends…wow Katara, that's a corny thought. All in all, tomorrow should be at least okay.

I can't wait for my first day at college.

The next morning, the sun rays bled through the pale blinds of my window shone across my face. My eyes flickered open as the alarm on my cell phone rang.

Wake me up inside.

Wake me up inside.

Call my name

And save me from the dark.

I grabbed my phone, turned the alarm off, and stripped from my nightly dressings.

I want to make a good first impression on people I thought to myself. Trying to stay casual, I grabbed light blue tank top that hugged my curves, and a pair of dark blue skinny jeans that loved my hips. It wasn't too inappropriate or too clean, so I figured it casual. I reached for blue and white converses and pulled my long brown hair into a side ponytail that draped over my shoulder. After brushing my teeth and applying some mascara, I headed out of my room. I peeped in Sokka's room, which was next to mine, to see that he was still asleep. I pounded on the door with fist and giggled quietly when he jumped out of the bed and looked at his phone, which read 7:51 am.

"Aww man! The shuttle gets here at 8:00! I better hurry and…" his voice trailed off as I walked downstairs.

"Morning, Moon Pie," Gran said to me as she handed me a little moon pie and a glass of Southern Tribe style vanilla bean milk.

"Morning, Gran." I sat down at the counter and began to let the delicates of the pie devour my taste buds and send me to a chocolate filled heaven, but Sokka came running downstairs; bag in hand, toothbrush in mouth. A muffled "Morning" was heard as he rinsed in the kitchen sink, grabbed a moon pie and sat down beside Katara.

"Where's dad?" Sokka asked, chugging my glass of vanilla bean milk instead of his own.

"He's already at work, deary. First day, you know. He wants to make a good impression and punctuality counts." Sokka nodded, and I glanced out of the kitchen window.

"Shuttle is here," I announced grabbing my bag and pecking Gran on the check.

"Bye Gran," Sokka said finishing off his pie.

"Goodbye. Have a good first day!"

As I walked outside, I looked towards the shuttle bus and the most beautiful thing caught my attention.

Long raven hair.

Muscular figure.

Sexy scar.

Dreamy amber eyes.

He was gorgeous. I looked at the direction he came from and sighed. This gorgeous God was probably a sexist, immature, rich, snobby, jerk.

And worst of all, he was Fire Nation.

AN: So…. What do you think? Do you sense a good plot coming along? I need feedback to let me know as to whether I should continue or not. Please let me know!