So, I'm second guessing this new story, but I'm pretty sure I will like it once I get the beginning worked out. I hope you like it though, because I wrote it for you, the readers.

I'm not going to explain much. The story will unfold as you read. :)

Shots rang through the hall as I slipped down the sidewalk. I knew I shouldn't be in the middle of it, but I had to. Entering the door, I slipped into the side hallway. I went as fast but as quietly as I could to my locker, putting in the combination as fast as my fingers would fly. Digging down under my books, I grabbed my gun. My dad had given it to me just for these kinds of situations. I walked up to the entry way into the main hall way, where the shots were being fired. I looked around the corner to see two guys wearing yellow bandanas looking right at me. I ducked around the corner just as they fired at me. Pieces of the wall flew across in front of me.

"We see you over there." A menacing voice came from the main hallway. I didn't say anything as I waited for more shooting. They shot a couple more shots at me, but I didn't flinch.

This was a normal day for me.

I could hear someone whispering, and then I felt someone come up behind me. I whirled around, my gun out in front of me.

"Katara, it's just me." Sokka whispered. I pulled my gun back down to my leg, and turned around.

"We have to get out of here." I said quietly, listening as more shots fired at the wall next to me. I could feel Sokka nod, then he pulled me down the hall. I made no sound. I didn't want to get shot.

Sokka led me out the door to his motorcycle, where we jumped on as fast as we could. I heard yelling coming from the main hallway as we sped off down the street towards our house. The school was in lockdown. When shootings happened, which they did regularly, everyone locked their classroom doors and stayed inside until they got called by my father.

I heard car tired squeal behind me, and I looked back to see the guys following us. The car had an arrow on it, the only way you could ever tell it was from the North Side of town. Sokka swerved onto the Boulevard, weaving between cars. He ran a red light, not caring that a cop car was sitting at the intersection. But they didn't have time to follow us, as the North Side car flew past them, shooting their tires. I held on tighter to Sokka as he sped over the bridge and down the side road the led to our driveway. He skidded into our driveway and the gate keeper shut it immediately, running up to the house. I jumped off the bike and ran through the front door of my house. Sokka was right behind me.

"Katara, get the back." My dad said, throwing me another gun. I dropped my hand gun in the basket next to the coat rack, and walked to the back door. It wasn't hard to jump over my back fence and get into my back yard. People did it all the time.

I stood at my back door, ready for someone to jump over. I heard shots from the front, and my dads swearing. Then I heard someone grunt, and I turned.

Two men stood in front of me, their blue arrows clear on their forehead. I held up my gun, ready to shoot. The older guy swore when he saw me, running around the small pond towards the front. The other boy just stood there, staring at me. I pointed my gun at him, ready to shoot. His gun hung limply in his hand. He didn't even move to try to protect himself. I raised an eyebrow at him.

"Well, maybe you should get out of my backyard now." I said, trying to sound scary. I guess I did, because he jumped up in the air and landed on my fence. I stared; pretty sure I was seeing things.

I thought the act of Airbending was lost…

Before I could react, he jumped down off my fence and I heard his foot steps fade away. I heard my mother scream, and I turned. Somehow a North Side had gotten into the gates and was throwing stuff out of a bag all over our front yard. He was shooting the windows, which thank God were bullet proof, and when he was done he ran, only to get shot by our gardener. I set my gun down on the stair case. My dad was standing in the door way.

"Watch it!" He yelled at the men running off our property. I pulled my hair back into a pony tail, ready for more people to come. But nothing happened. It was quiet, the still making me uneasy. My dad sighed, and we knew it was over. I looked at Sokka, who was giggling to himself. I rolled my eyes, bounding up the stairs to my room. When I entered, I saw that my window was open, and there was a note on my dresser. I smiled. My good friend Toph was always leaving me notes. She hated talking on the phone.

Lockdown sucked, so I dug myself a tunnel and went to the arcade. Hope you guys are a-okay.

I threw the note in the pile I had started of note she had left me and shut my window. Sitting on my bed, I opened my journal and wrote down what had just happened. I wrote down every attack, every detail of every fight. I liked to have a record of what had happened over the past three years. I had a stack of about 10 journals, filled with fights, cheating, and deception. I was tempted to write a novel, but that wouldn't be the best.

"And in local news tonight, another lock down at South High due to a shoot out today. No one was hurt in the shooting, but campus officials say it was brought on by the insistent fighting between the Heken and Zephin families. This fighting has gone on for about 100 years now, close to three generations. No one knows the origin of the fighting, but some elders say it started when the Waterbenders and Airbenders lost their bending ability. The fighting is worse today, due to the use of guns and small bombs. But, what can you do? So Ban, how is the weather."

My mom turned off the television, turning to me and my brother in the kitchen doing out homework.

"So, how is the school taking this?" She asked no one in particular.

"They are just telling us to be ready for the next time." Sokka said. I nodded, looking down at my English homework. I had no clue what I was supposed to do.

"Don't forget the part about how they do not want ANY school rivalry at the Highmans Ball. They say any of that and all of our school dances will be canceled." I added. My mom shook her head.

"They are taking this pretty seriously, aren't they?" She asked, and I and Sokka nodded. She smiled, walking over next to us, wrapping her arms around our heard.

"And I know that my kids will be perfect little angels at the Highmans ball, right?" She said, raising her eyebrow. I looked over at Sokka, smirking. Mom laughed.

She walked away, her fingers crossed.


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