Hello everyone! This is one of my first attempts at fanfic so be kind. But I love writing and Atla. And Zutara. I will try to include a lot of Zutara lovey fluff. Enjoy and please review!
~Sarah
KATARA POV
I met him on the corner of Main Street on a sunny Thursday afternoon. School had just gotten out and instead of taking my usual route home, I stopped at a bookstore to check if any of my orders were in. They weren't, but I didn't head straight home as usual. Instead I walked through the stacks of dusty volumes and shelves of assorted novels. I scanned the titles until I saw one I recognized. I pulled it down from its dusty companions and slid to the floor. I opened the book and let myself be drawn into a world of adventures, heroic sacrifice, true love, and true pain. I was so immersed in it that it took me a moment to register the voice above me. "What?" I said looking up. Aang, aka my best friend was standing above me. "I thought I might find you here" he repeated. I grinned. "Where else would I be?" He scoffed. "Asleep probably." "Fair point." "Com'on, let's go Katara." I sighed and stood up. "First let me go see if I can borrow this again." I said, motioning to the book. We walked to the front desk where the old man, Iroh, sat. He smiled benignly. "Ah. I see you wish to borrow another book." "Is that ok? I know I already have some." He brushed the comment aside. "Anything for the beautiful Miss Katara." I smiled. "Thank you Iroh. I'll see you tomorrow!" He waved and I bounced out the store, excited to get home and escape in my world of books once more. Aang followed me, barely keeping up. "Slow down! Just cause you have longer legs doesn't mean we get to race." I slowed and laughed at him. His slight figure still a little behind. "Com'on Aang! I don't make it a race on- oof!" Someone has collided with my shoulder knocking me off balance. I barely caught myself before falling into some innocent shoppers. The stranger slowed for a moment and I saw his face for a moment. All I caught of him was a dark scar on the right side of him face. Then he continued running, not stopping to apologize. "Hey watch it!" I yelled but he didn't stop. "You ok Katara?", Aang's worried face arriving at my side. Shoulder throbbing, I nodded. "He looked like he was in a hurry." I grumbled, the pain not helping my attitude. "Let's get back." Said Aang. I followed him, thinking mean thoughts about the dude who crashed into me. "Some people." I said under my breath.