OMG IM BACK ALREADY! Yah that's right, I just couldn't keep you guys waiting, so here's the sequel to 'WWTWCT'! SOOO SPADEYYY IS ALL THANKFUL AND CRAP, technically I've got to thank you. AND WILLY and MILOOO (a.k.a ANNA BANANAAAAA) ANDDD FORTUNECOOKIE even though I think she doesn't read this. LOL. But seriously u guys, if I didn't have you guys to volunteer this story wouldn't be as fun to write and it probably wouldn't have continued you. :)) so I'm really thankful to you guys :)) ANYWAY, I've got the full summary here.
For her, it was two long years. For them, two mere months. When Nadra tries walking in her mom's hella-high pumps on the cobblestone near the shopping mall, she trips and ends up- you guessed it, in the AvatarVerse. She looks nothing like she did two years ago and when she bumps into someone she wasn't quite expecting she gets the surprise of a life time. With new enemies and old friends unveiled what can a seventeen year old teen do? This obviously wasn't your normal teen drama you saw on 'GossipGirl'.
Okay so warning right now, I'm starting this chapter of first person point of view, and then moving into my usual third person. If you guys don't know what first or third person means, I'll explain.
First person= I walked to the park.
Third Person= Nadra walked to the park.
Kk thanks. onto the chappy!
Of Prada and Teens with Sour Candy Obsessions
Chapter 1
Prada Is Evil
Someone really should have warned me about wearing Prada pumps or there should be a big red warning on the shoe box when people buy it 'WARNING! YOU MAY FALL IN THESE HEELS AND HIT YOU'RE HEAD!' or something like that.
Sadly people really don't give a damn.
'Tsup, I'm Nadra. I don't know if you guys remember me, but I'm that girl whose house got crashed because of random cartoon characters crashing through my window- yah that's me.
It's been two years since I last saw them, the war is probably over and everyone is all settled down and crap- Zuko's probably with Mei and they probably have mini Zukos' running around everywhere. Ugh. Chibi Zukos…..
And here's where the Prada pumps come in. Long story short, I tried them on, walked in them, tripped, conked my head and TADA! I'm in the AvatarVerse! And I'm on a really small inhabited island that's surrounded with water and it has no way off! WOOOHOOOO! PARTY! Not.
You know, Lady Luck has really never been on my side.
Well…..I guess two years ago Lady Luck was on my side but only if you looked at it the right way.
Nadra sighed and trudged across the shore bare foot with her mom's classic red Prada in hand, the cool wet sand making her feet tingle. She dug her toes into the sand and made a dent; the water rushed in and washed the sand over her toes. The scent of salt invaded Nadra's nostrils as the foam and the tide came up to her ankles. She rolled up her red sweats she had been wearing then walked away from the shore and went back on dry sand. Bleck. The little grains of sand stuck to her foot and in between her toes.
She crawled under the shade of the palm tree then rested the Prada beside her. Leaning her head against the bristly bark she frowned. How long had she been on this stupid island? She was supposed to pick up the twins….probably hours ago.
Ugh, Nadra wished she listened to her mom when she told her not to wear four inch Prada. 'Now look it me!' she thought bitterly to herself. Stranded on an island alone with no shelter and no way off. She was lucky to have the island be covered in fruit that she could live off of for a while. But she knew she needed meat sooner or later. Her stomach growled loudly and Nadra decided it was time to gather some fruits up and attempt- key word; attempt- to make a shelter with these big leaves and rods.
Nadra picked the Prada up then hauled her lazy ass up and to walking around and in the trees and woods. The teen cringed at every step she took then decided it was a good idea to put the Prada on, no matter how much it hurt. Nadra leaned against a nearby tree and brushed one foot at a time then slipped on the heels then adjusted the buckles.
Nadra straightened out her loose white shirt then went on her way pushing past scratchy branches and poisonous leaves. Whoopie. Nadra winced at the back of the shoe rubbing against the skin on her Achilles.
The smell of….possibly barbeque chicken reached her nose. Her stomach growled as her mouth began to water. Rushing as fast as she could as she pushed past the greenery the stranded teen came across one of those classic fires with the stick and the meat tied to the stick.
Nadra took a step but heard rustling. Rushing, she took her foot back and hid behind a tall bush. Her breathing got shallow as she nervously tried hiding horizontally, Nadra peeked from behind the bush and squinted her eyes to see better in the darkening sky. Smoke arose from the crackling fire as a lady probably in her late thirties or so, sat down on a log and threw small twigs and such into the fire.
Nadra clutched my stomach and glared downward, 'don't growl, don't growl!'
And Lady Luck still hates her.
The lady snapped her head up and stood immediately, "Who's there?" 'Well, no use trying to hide now.' Nadra thought then gulped. She stepped out from her hiding and her hand grazed over her wrist, it began to itch.
"Who're you?" the lady asked harshly. The girl in front of her looked around seventeen or eighteen. The fire reflected on her pale skin- her eyes a piercing green with a speckling of hazelnut. She suspected her hair only went a little past her shoulders since it was in a low ponytail like herself- there was a bright pink and neon purple streak on her long side bangs, what seemed to be two tiny circular metal balls protruded from below her lips ( if anyone doesn't understand just google 'snakebite piercings'). She wore the strangest things; loose red pants-perhaps she was from the Fire Nation? - And a white baggy shirt.
Nadra flinched and stepped back, "Uh….N-nadra. My name's Nadra." She stuttered nervously. The woman in front of her looked innocent and caring in her eyes, but not the way she talked. Her hair was tied in a low ponytail at the neck. Her clothes were different shades of red- the national colors of the Fire Nation. Her skin was pale like hers and it glowed in the moonlight. Her hues a golden color- just like the Fire Nation.
Things began clicking in Nadra's screwed up brain; gold eyes, pale skin, red clothes? She literally screamed 'Fire Nation'. The woman caught her eyeing her clothing.
Her face softened, "Did the Fire Lord throw you here?" she said softly and took a step forward. Nadra quirked a brow, she knew Zuko was violent and had a short fuse but he wasn't one to throw someone on a random island. That was cruel- that was something Ozai would do.
Awww, shit.
"Not exactly, I just kinda woke up here. I'm pretty sure I wasn't thrown here by the Fire Lord though." She hesitated before asking; "Were you thrown in here by the Fire Lord?" she muttered then took a step forward slowly.
The woman hung her head and nodded, "Yes." Nadra frowned, "I'm sorry." She sighed then hesitantly walked over and sat next to her. The woman chuckled, "Where are my manners? My name's Ursa."
Nadra did a double take. Hold up! "U-ursa? As in the Fire Lady married to Fire Lord Ozai!" she squeaked. Ursa breathed out a dry chuckle, "If that's the way you want to say it, yes."
So that means the war is still going on, Aang is still out there trying to save the world and Zuko might be still single! No, no thinky about Zuko right now. "Uhm, the war's still going on right?"
Ursa shrugged, "I'm not sure. I'm on an island of course, I suspected you knew." Nadra nodded, "Right….so, is this island charted?" she hoped the answer was a 'yes', because if it was, Sokka or someone could notice the island on the map then they'd maybe come by to restock on fruit. Yah….right, like that'll happen.
"No, when Ozai sent me here he made sure this island wasn't charted." Ursa answered. Nadra's nails began digging into her flesh at her wrist, "Oh really?" she laughed nervously, "Is there any way out of here?" she was almost scared of the answer as she scratched hard and fast at her wrist.
Ursa noticed her nervousness and her nails scratching, her eyes widened as her nails began going through her skin and blood began seeping. Ursa went for Nadra's hand and roughly pulled her hand away, Nadra's nails dripping with red liquid. "Not to make you anymore nervous, but there isn't." she answered.
Nadra nodded and took her hand back gently, "I see." She grazed her bleeding wrist with her finger nails and winced, "Do you happen to have any bandages?" Ursa nodded and hurriedly ran into the woods then came back with white bandages. Nadra nodded her thanks and wrapped the clean bandages around her wrist.
"There's something you're not telling me." Ursa said quietly as she tied the bandaging then cut it. Nadra froze and her breath got hitched. Subconsciously, her fingers that were covered in blood reached for her wrist that was newly bandaged. Before she could scratch through those bandages Ursa grabbed her wrist and pulled it back gently, "Don't, here there's no medicine if that gets infected."
Right, no alcohol, disinfectant or Polysporin.
Nadra nodded, "You're right." Ursa quirked a sceptical eyebrow, "With your wrist or with the fact that you know something that I should know?" Nadra sighed, "With both. I'll start from the beginning."
Ursa nodded, "You better."
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TBC
Me: I know, I know, short chapter, but the next chapter will certainly be longer; I just wanted to get this first one up. Sooo. how do you guys like it? NADRA MEETS URSA! AND IS SEVENTEEN! AND HAS SHORT HAIR AND BRIGHT PINK/NEON PURPLE STREAKS! WEEEE!
So until next time see yah!