WOOPEE! I'm back with more Taang stories. I just can't get enough of it. It's been a while since I wrote one. I got the idea about this one just five seconds before I started writing chapter one. So anyway, I hope you guys like it.

Disclaimer: I do not own Avatar: The Last Airbender or any of the characters written in this story.

Chapter 1: The Irony of It All

"Alright, class . . . Today's lesson is all about . . . "And, that's just about it. His teacher's voice faded in his mind like he knew it would. And as expected, that's all he heard from her today.

It's a real shame, though. History would've been Aang's favorite subject. But there are some factors to consider during the class. Factor number one: His teacher was too strict and serious, but thankfully, extremely oblivious. You see, Ms. Li has been working at the same school for the past twenty-five years. Most students and teachers themselves working this long would normally get tired of it. The stress has probably worn her out. Aang wondered what she looked and sounded like when she was still new in the faculty. Now she talks as if she hasn't slept for days: constantly droning. Aang couldn't help but yawn.

"Oh the irony, Twinks," Toph chuckled beside him. She sat in an awkward position every time they're in Li's class. Legs on top of the table, arms behind her head, her body fully relaxed as if she was lying down. It's like her desk and chair was an improvised bed. Ms. Li tried to ignore her, but Toph never failed at pissing her off.

Aang glanced up at his seatmate. "What?"

She smiled as her eyes grew heavy. She started to close them and pretended to dose off. "I'm surprised. No seriously, I am. I mean, usually you're the one who's never sleepy during Elephant Tusk's class. I for instance, would never forget a pillow."

'Elephant Tusk' has been Toph's nickname for Ms. Li ever since the woman brought two giant, Ivory Tusks during their lesson about Asian weapons. She even demonstrated on how to use them. The poor woman broke the lights on the ceiling. Toph thought she looked absolutely hilarious when she panicked. She got detention that day for boisterous laughter, while Li had to pay for the damage. That must be the only time she was lively in Elephant Tusk's class.

"The Asian Family? Pfffft! Boooring! I don't see why we're learning this." Toph said, eyeing on his seatmate's notebook entirely full of 'unnecessary scribbles'.

Aang hated to admit it but this is factor number two: his seatmate is Toph Beifong. Sure, they may be best friends for spirits know how long, but there are actually times that Aang wants to be away from her; especially during his 'favorite class'.

"Maybe it's because it's important for us Asians?" he stressed the last word in emphasis as he continued to draw randomly on his notebook.

"I'm not an Asian." She said casually, and shrugged nonchalantly.

"Then how come your mom looks like she's from Japan?"

"That's her problem. Spirits don't even know why."

Aang smiled. "You look kind of Asian too, you know." He chuckled a bit after this just to make fun of her.

"Dammit, Twinkletoes!" She gritted her teeth, irritated. "Shut up before I staple your mouth."

"What's so bad about being, I don't know . . . Asian?"

Toph sighed. "You wouldn't know. Wait, you know absolutely nothing. And I ain't gonna tell you a thing about what's the deal with it. It's my problem not yours, so stay out of it. Oh and no offense, by the way."

For the past few minutes of the entire period, Li droned non-stop about the day's topic. She did stop once in a while to scold Toph and her awkward sitting position. Still, the young girl wouldn't listen. She would put her legs down for a short moment but whenever Li turned her back, she would go back to that position of hers. Soon, the teacher gave up. Sometimes she even wondered if this girl was truly the well-behaved daughter of the Beifongs, the richest people in town.

Well-behaved? She'd scoff, oh the irony. . .

"Miss Beifong," she said. "For the tenth time in this forty minute period, could you please, just please, sit up straight? I believe you were taught to sit like a lady back home." Every student in class chuckled softly at what she was called.

Toph frowned and nearly stuck out her own tongue at Li. How she hated the old hag! Who the heck gave her the right to embarrass her like that? Crossing her arms over her chest; she slumped back at her seat and was surprised to find her seatmate snickering like a total dork.

"What the hell are you laughing about?" she turned to him. "You look like a dork."

Aang continued to snicker. "This may sound weird but . . . I think you being lady-like is pretty ironic."

Toph let her eyes role on that one. "Oh, you wouldn't know."

"Let me guess: Your parents are still forcing you to take etiquette lessons?" Aang knew that most noble families would force their children to act like they're part of the royal family.

"Nope," She said. "And thankfully they gave up on trying to teach me how to hold porcelain teacups properly." She huffed. "It totally sucks. You spend the whole day balancing books above your head while dancing to music made for sleeping and most definitely not for dancing."

"Classical music's not that bad." Aang shrugged.

"Yeah right," she retorted. "Try listening to it all day and try not to fall asleep. I challenge you. Believe me; even I've failed at that multiple times."

As if on cue to the end of Li's discussion, the school bell rang. Toph bolted to the nearest exit before everybody else could even leave their seats. Li said something she didn't quite catch. Toph ignored it and sped past groups of students who barely even came out of their classrooms until she stumbled across her locker.

Her eyes narrowed as she unlocked her compartment patiently and once she succeeded in opening it, she snatched her books and a good set of earphones.

"Whatcha doin?" someone whose annoying voice she'd recognize anywhere sang behind her.

"Nonnaya business," she sang in a mocking voice and slammed her locker shut. "What do you want?" she said, irritated.

"What, you're pissed already? 'Cause I didn't hear a single 'hi' or 'hello' or 'hey Sokka, old pal, how's it going?' The day barely even started, woman and you're already pissed?" The eighth grader joked but looked offended.

"Nope. But I'm extremely busy right now, Snoozles. So, bye!" She left as fast as she could before he can say anything else.

Sokka would've been a great friend. He was athletic, funny, and really easy to talk to. He's a handful; never runs out of jokes. If only he didn't act like an idiot, she would never be irritated. He and Toph get along really nicely, but usually, he just pisses her off. Still, it's great having this goofball around sometimes.

And when Toph means 'sometimes', she means 'on rare occasions'.

"Busy, huh?" he scratched his head. "Now that's new."

Toph heard but ignored him like always. She began to waver through the groups of students before he could catch up with her. One thing Toph knew about Sokka, is that once he spots one of his friends in the hall, he'd follow them around like a puppy dog and would never leave them alone until the next class. Plus, he could get really annoying. When she turned around, as she expected, he was following one of his fellow hockey teammates.

Toph made a sly smile as she continued to walk going to her next class.

That's all for now! Please review. They really make my day.

To be continued . . .