Always last compared to everyone.

Well, I'm sick and tired of it! I've tried to be cool, nice, while all the while being honest, and none of it has worked! Pushed around, treated like some pathetic, weak little girl.

Not anymore. Not ever, ever, again. I'm not some spineless little sweetie who's too scared to stand up for herself. That version of me is dead, toast, gone. Along with the cold image I'd created. I'm not some spoiled, rich sweetheart, I'm a person with a new taste for revenge. It's driven me off the deep end, having to constantly watch my back while fighting off the Fire Nation, for pity's sake! I mean, I was pretty nice and sweet, but not now. People have created the image of me they apparently want to see. A young, vengeful teen. Revenge. The word had never played across my lips before. I hadn't even paid it a sideways glance. Now? Oh, revenge sounded sweeter than honey.

But enough about me. I think it's time to begin the plot, or as I call it, my journey into Hell.

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I'd always been a braniac, some subjects more challenging than others, but still pretty smart all the same. I'd always kind of drifted to the artsy people, people with a flare for the arts, drama, etcetera. I'd been interested in writing, but I really wanted a career out of drawing. My one true escape from everyone. Mess with shading, different body models, anything. Lifted my mood right away, as per usual. I think I should give you a look into my melodramatic life before you think, Oh, I'll stop reading, the character's too much of a Mary Sue. Oh no I am not a Mary Sue. I'm not even close.

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As I walked into class on Monday, beat up and bleeding as per usual, my best friend, Daran, looked at me worriedly. "Charm, I'm worried about you. You're bleeding!" I looked down at my leg. I was? Huh. "Charm, Charm, come in Charm."

"Huh? What, Daran?" I said as I snapped out of my momentary anger, and that's saying somethin'. I'm a Waterbender, Daran an Earthbender. I can bloodbend, but rarely. I learned how to heal from my mom, and Daran was the most powerful Earthbender next to his mom and dad, Haru and Toph. My mom and dad were Katara and Aang. If being best friends with an Earthbender was something weird, well, I don't care. Daran and sketching were the only things that lifted my spirits. If somebody pissed me off, one, my arrow tattoos would glow, and two, I glared ferociously. Daran usually pulled me out of the Spirit Realm on a daily basis.

And on the day went, with me switching my backpack to classes by airbending, since I'm the next Avatar. It was weird, Avatar, Avatar, probably Avatar...Hmm. You know, just showing off and screwing around. As always. I missed Monique, my Fire Nation friend, though after she kicked my butt for pride, she hadn't spoken to me out of shame. I understand being power-hungry, I really do, but still. I wish life was as simple as Monopoly, but, with the new war, and the modernization, it wasn't. It fell on me and my dad's shoulders to win the war and leave the world in lasting harmony. Why couldn't we just join forces and leave well-enough alone? It'd been a while since anybody'd seen or heard from Fire Lord Zuko, and Monique's his and Mai's daughter. One thing worried me greatly. Sokka and Suki's daughter, Raya. Raya Linn. A plain member of the Southern Water Tribe, my cousin. In the war? A FIVE-YEAR-OLD?

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Okay, I think that's enough for a first chapter, but just my POV... Review please!