ignore this is u don't want to hear some of my ramblings :] anyways, here is my new story! this is the prelude, and so its not exactly the first chapter, please tell me what you think of it so far! i really appreciate those people who take some time to give me feedback, thank you so much to those people who do! so, i guess that's it for now, enjoy!

Disclaimer: i do not own avatar: the last airbender, but i guess i do own mike! :D

Proluge: Bad History

10 years ago:

"Hi! Your pretty! What's your name? I'm Aang!" Aang waved enthusiastically to the pretty girl with long, ebony black hair.

He weaved his way through a horde of squealing kids, towards to where a girl was playing on the swing set, a wide smile plastered on his face. The petite girl was wearing a light green dress that reached to her knees. It was laced with frills and intricate sliver patterns adorned the beautiful dress. However, she was barefoot, swaying on the swings.

She suddenly stopped. Her green eyes glared at him, mouth in a scowl before saying, "Who are you? What do you want?" "Well, I'm new here! My daddy and I just moved here last week! Do you want to be my friend?" Aang smiled even more broadly as he held up his hand to the petite-framed girl.

She stood up, frowning at him, and she started to walk away. Aang stood beside the swing set, with a bewildered look, his grey eyes, wide with confusion to what he had done to offend this pretty girl. He called out after her, "Hey…don't you want to be friends?"

One week later:

Aang had been worried about the little girl, but as he had the short attention span of a six year old, he soon forgot about the incident. Aang was at the same playground where he had first met the long ebony, black haired girl. However, unlike last time, he had already made some new friends, and the playground was pretty deserted now.

Aang was playing soccer with his newfound friends. Well, if you could call three little kids kicking a ball around soccer.

The leaves were starting to fall, signaling the end of summer, and the start of autumn. A cool breeze whipped the yellow, fallen leaves into the air, and the trees were dancing with the wind. Gyatso, Aang's dad was watching the little kids with a smile before he quietly walked home to allow his son to play.

Gyatso was a busy man, and he had a lot of work to do, and although he wanted to stay, he had to work hard to support him and his son. Gyatso's job wasn't very well paying, but Gyatso loved it. He was the director of a charity organization, and he loved helping the less fortunate, especially the children. Gyatso was a dad to Aang in almost every way possible, he loved Aang as he was his own, but Aang was not his biological son. He was orphaned after his parents had suffered a terrible tragedy in a car crash, and Gyatso, a close friend of Aang's parents, had adopted Aang after taking an immense liking to the boy.

"Sokka! That was MY kick!" little Katara whined, while Sokka totally ignored her as he shouted, "I'm too fast for you!" and stuck his tongue out. Katara, like her twin brother was eight, two years older than Aang. They both had copper colored skin, and bright blue eyes. Katara had long flowing hair, while her brother's hair was short and messy.

While Sokka was busy taunting his twin sister, and suddenly, a little body with the speed of the wind nicked the ball from him. "Aang!" both siblings screamed at once, and Aang grinned lopsidedly. I'm going to score a goal!" Aang screamed in delight as he dribbled to the makeshift "goal" consisting of their discarded jackets.

Aang took aim and let fly. "Woahh…." All three kids spoke in an awed whisper as Aang sent the ball high into the air. Three pair of eyes followed the ball, until it came into contact with a head covered in black hair.

BOINK Sokka giggled, and before he went into a full-blown laughter, Katara elbowed him to silence, although she was the verge of laughing too. Aang rushed to the little pale girl on the floor, trying not to snicker. Suddenly, the little girl's head turned around, and the grin on Aang's face was suddenly wiped off.

Aang froze where he was, and his little six-year-old mind screamed, "Uh-oh." Slowly, the slight body of the little girl stood up as she turned around to face Aang.

"YOU," she accused, with a voice dripping with venom, "YOU AGAIN! I come here again, and this happens!" The little girl wielded her fist in the air, "WHAT'S WITH YOU?" With a un-lady-like grunt, she turned around and made her way back to a tall man in a black suit.

Incredibly, the man had missed the whole thing, as he was talking animatedly on a phone. With all trace of anger gone in her voice, she tugged the man's sleeve and said in an angelic voice, "Can we please go home now?" The man stopped his conversation, closing his phone as he bent down, "Are you sure Miss Toph? We just came here." The little girl, apparently called Toph, nodded, and said, "Yes please Mike." "If you say so Miss Toph," Mike replied, as he grabbed Toph's hand and led it to a waiting limo. As Aang started mouth open wide, he spied the little girl, name still unknown to him, turn around. She then proceeded to stick his tounge out to him.

Yet another week later:

Aang felt terrible for what he did as he sat on his couch, flipping channels. The past week, he had tried to approach Toph whenever possible, even though she always seemed to have a bodyguard around. Whether it was at the mall, on the sidewalk, he tried to make amends. He even found out where she lived, ironically, just a couple of blocks down from his house, and climbed into her mansion's backyard.

In spite of that, Toph would scream, yell, ignore, and did whatever she could to get rid of him, even threatening to ask Mike to intervene. Mike, Toph's personal bodyguard/baby sitter hired by Toph's parents, would usually stand at a respectable distance, amused.

Aang got onto his feet andgrabbed his jacket as he rushed out of his house. He ran all the way to Toph's enormous house, however, he stopped in his tracks. Boxes littered the front lawn. Timidly, he approached a maid who was hurriedly packing, "Excuse me, what's happening to the people living here

"They're moving."

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