This was originally for a show called Kickin' It, but I changed it. Review. Outfits and Car stuff will be on my profile. So, these are my OC's

Neve - Like Jennifer in maryclairewarren's story "Unexpected Romance". Right?

Rayna - Neve's sidekick

Mariah - Didn't want Ikki to be older, so Mariah came along.

Please pay attention to the author's note at the end of the chapter. P.S. Yes, Jinora is older get over it.

Anyway, I do not own Legend of Korra.

ENJOY!


I was woken up by a sudden light hitting my eyes, and an annoying squeal in my ears.

Groaning, I rolled over and shoved my face into my pillow, wondering why my parents decided to wake me up.

"Kor!" my mother's voice rang through my ears, making me wince into my pillow. "Rise and shine, sweetums, it's time to get up, get dressed and-"

"Go away," came my muffled voice. They became silent, which was odd, but the feeling soon went away when my covers were snatched off me.

"Come on, Korbear," my dad cooed. "Get up or you'll be late."

"If I do, will you go away?" I asked, annoyance lacing every word.

I could see them roll their eyes. "Now, Korra, that is not how a -"

"Alright!" I lifted my head up, my hair gathering around my face. "I'm up." To emphasize my point, I dragged my butt out of bed, and pushed them towards the door. "Now if you don't mind, leave." At the last word, I gave them one hard push out the door and slammed it. "Jesus."

Since I was already up, I sighed, looking at my bed longingly. I groaned before shuffling to the shower.


I walked in front of my mirror, fixing my hair. I had on a pastel blue sweater that said 'weird girl', high waisted shorts, and black boots. I left my hair natural, and other than my usual makeup, I added some lipstick, mascara, and eyeliner.

I grabbed my bag and headed out the door, stopped when I saw my maid Calandria. I sighed, watching her struggle with the laundry.

"Oh, Miss Venzo, I didn't see you." she said with her thick accent. Calandria was a Latina, and I hated the fact she was my maid. Not like I hate her, I just hate the stereotypical Mexican maid. It made me sick. She was one of the ones who applied, so my mom hired her.

"It's fine. Good morning, Calandria." I smiled. She smiled back.

"Your clothes are done. I'll put them away for you." she began to walk into my room, but I stopped her with my arm.

"It's fine, just put them on my bed, I'll do it when I get home later today."

"Oh no," she insisted. "I'll do it."

"Calandria, just leave them on my bed." I heard her sigh. Calandria walked into my room and set them on my bed, before leaving.

I headed down the stairs, turning the corner into my kitchen. My mother and father were eating some breakfast, made by our personal chefs. I sat down and began to eat.

"You look pretty today," Mom told me, taking a bite out of her toast.

"Thanks," I grumbled.

"Korra," Dad hissed. "Speak up."

"Thanks, Mother." I said, fake smiling. Dad nodded in approval. I rolled my eyes, taking a bite out of my eggs.


I pulled up in front of Republic High, parking my car. I climbed out, locking it. I walked through the doors, spotting my best friends Asami Sato, Jinora Cogman, and Mariah Shanahan. I smiled and jogged up to them. Asami had on a blue-green and black plaid shirt, Marvel print shorts, and black Doc Martens. She had her hair pulled back, clipped with a white bow. She had on light pink lip gloss, mascara, and eyeliner.

Jinora was wearing a striped cropped T-Shirt, shorts, and studded black Converse. Her hair was curled, and she had on mascara, eyeliner, and red lipstick. She looked stunning.

Mariah was a bit more girly. She had on a strapless dress with a tribal print top, and a white bottom. She had on white pumps with bows, and her hair was curled. She had on sheer light lipgloss, mascara, and eyeliner.

"Hey guys," I said when I reached them.

"Hey, Korra," Asami smiled. "Mako's looking for you."

"Oh," I mumbled. "Where is he?"

"In the library, chatting it up with Neve," Jinora giggled. "Better get in there before they get together." I rolled my eyes before walking into the library.

The library was mostly empty in the morning, with only a few slackers hurrying to finish their homework, and only a few lurkers curled up on one of the beanbags with a book. I spotted Mako and Neve in the corner. I quietly walked up to them, and tapped Mako on the shoulder. He turned to me.

"Hey, Korra." he said, turning his full body to me. I looked over his shoulder at Neve, she was gripping her blond hair and loudly chewing her gum.

"Asami said you were looking for me," I questioned, confused. He nodded.

"Yeah, you see, I didn't study for my Chem test, and seeing how you get straight A's….will you help me after lunch?" he bit his lip, looking at me with hope in his eyes.

"Sure, why not." I grabbed his hand and dragged him away to class before he could say goodbye to Neve.


"Okay, so I get that isotopes are basically copycat atoms of the same proton number but a different neutron number, but what the hell does any of this have to do with radioactivity and treating cancer?"

I refrained from kicking Mako's shin underneath the table. He was looking at me with a confused and frustrated look, his Chemistry book open in front of him. His book, compared, which was filled with highlighted parts and extra notes, was blank. I knew I had to take it easy on the poor boy, since, he's always at the dojo, playing video games, and stalking Neve Norfleet, so therefore had no time to do what was normal people did: study and do our homework. But the amount of stupidity one male can contain, honestly…

I sighed and explained, "Think of it this way. The space in the nucleus of an isotope is too crowded to bear the extra neutrons, so it kicks them out in the form of energy by decaying, which is radioactivity. Now, this radioactivity-"

"Whoa, wait," he held a hand up to cut me off, "decaying? Atoms can decay?"

I sighed, and couldn't help but bang my head on the table. That was the tenth time he asked me that.

There is a reason I would hate being a teacher, I thought, lifting my head from the table. Currently it was free period, and Mako had a Chemistry test next period, and unless he studied at least half of the chapter we were on, he was screwed.

I heard him sigh in frustration and close his book. "I'm screwed."

I looked back up at him, and tried my calmest voice. "You're not screwed, Mako, you just need to concentrate. Here-" pausing, I bent down and unzipped my backpack, bringing out my notes on the chapter and shoving it towards him. "I'm gonna let you use my notes, but only this time." I glared at him.

He smiled at me and began copying my notes down. "Thanks, Korra, you're a lifesaver."

"I know," I muttered. I looked at the lurkers curled up into the beanbags, wishing I had the luxury of curling up with a book. But no. After this I had AP Latin, and after school my schedule was booked with cheerleading, boxing, dress fitting, an etiquette class and I had tons of homework to do. My parents had finally hit me at my red line when they'd decided I'd needed to start fitting into their word, and if I couldn't do it by attending balls and country club events.

I looked up at Mako. His head bent down, his onyx black hair hanging over his head. I don't know when I fell in love with him, but I did. I hadn't told him, of course; I hadn't told anyone in fact. But Bolin somehow knew. He just knew, and it was annoying how he'd catch my blush whenever Mako and I'd accidently touch or catch the jealous look in my eye whenever Mako'd be drooling over Neve or Rayna.

Mako was done writing by the time the bell rang, and he told me he could study before class.


AP Latin went by in a breeze, since my parents spoke Latin around the house usually 24/7. I was too busy losing my trail of thought and doodling on my notebook. Glancing out the window, I noticed it began to raining. Great. I didn't bring a jacket or umbrella, and the door to the parking lot was far. I mentally thanked myself for driving to school today.

Finally, after class ended, everyone rushed outside to get their things and go home. Girls screamed as they felt the water pound their heads, their makeup smearing. I didn't have time to say my goodbyes to the gang due to my singing lesson. Cheerleading was canceled because of the rain. My singing lesson lasted an hour, like the rest of my classes.

My parents really were full of crap.


I pulled in front of the gate, watching it slowly open. I drove into my garage. I parked, got out, and sprinted to the front door. I was drenched by then, my waist-length hair looked a bit longer. I ran up the tile stairs to my room. I stripped, hating the fact my body was wet underneath my clothes. I threw them over my shower, watching them drip onto the rug by my shower. I changed into some comfy clothes, which consisted of a baggy sweatshirt that said "I woke up like this", and grey sweatpants. I put my wet hair into a messy bun.

I climbed onto my king sized bed and lit my favourite candle, Eucalyptus Spearmint. I lied on my stomach, doing my homework. Once in a while I got up and ate, sometimes talking to my parents.

I finally finished, and climbed into bed. I watched some TV, before falling asleep.


So like I said this is the original story, I just changed the names. What do you guys think about Jinora being older? Ask me questions on my tumblr, because at the end of every chapter, I will do this little section called AskLia where I answer five questions I get off of my asks. You do not need an account. So, please review, and like, and favourite this story. Lets make it to...five reviews. We'll do it by fives.