1 Prologue

Disclaimer: I don't own Avatar. If I did, Season three would have started long ago.

It could have been a normal school day. But no, everything had to change. It was weird, 'cause my friend Rose and I were walking down the deserted halls of Homer Junior High School, headed to lunch. When suddenly this bald guy rushes past us, with six teenagers following him. Rose and I stopped in our tracks.

"Did he just look like...?" I half asked.

"Mike?" Rose yelled. The guy turned and saw us, then went rushing further down the hall. "Wait!" Rose called.

"Hey, if that is Mike, then they were..." I said. We looked at each other breifly, then turned back down the hall.

"WAIT UP!"

We caught up with Mike, and ran in front of him. "Woah!" he yelled as he and the teens crashed into us.

"Mike, this is awesome!" I yelled. Yeah, I do that a lot. "Aang, Katara, Sokka, Toph, Zuko, Azula, this is the best day of our lives!" Rose and I exclaimed in unison.

"Woah, hold on, wait a minute," Sokka said. "How do they know who we are?"

Mike sighed. "I already explained, you guys are part of a T.V. show. There's bound to be people around here who know who you are." He stood up and held his hand out to us. "Well, you two seem to know my name, but I don't know yours."

"Oh," Rose said. "My name is Rose." She shook his hand.

"Yeah, and I'm Kim." I too shook his hand. "So, um, we arn't dreaming, are we?" I asked. I suddenly felt some pain on my upper arm. "OW!" I yelled. "What was that for!?" I asked Rose.

"Well, you were the one who wanted to know if you were dreaming."

"So? I didn't mean for you to pinch me!"

"Um, not that I'm not enjoying your little feud," Mike said. "But we have to be going."

Just then, our boring Math teacher, Mrs. Sweeny, came into the hall. "Excuse me, what is going on here?" she asked. She looked at Mike. "Who are you? And who are they?" She pointed at the Avatar cast. "An why are you two not in lunch?" She looked at us.

"Mrs. Sweeny, hi," I said nervously. "T his is Mr. uh, Mr. Slakoski, yeah, and they are some exchange students, from ... Korea."

"Yeah," Rose said to back me up. "And Mr. Slakiny..."

"Slakoski," I murmured into her ear.

"Right, Mr. Slakoski was just talking with us, because he would like them to stay with us while they're here."

I elbowed Rose slightly while Mrs. Sweeny looked at the Gaang. "Th- they are?" I whispered.

"What?" Rose replied. "I need something to tell her, and besides, you're the one who came up with the idea for them being exchange students."

"Is that true, Mr. Slav, uh, sir?" Mrs. Sweeny asked.

He looked over at us, and saw us nodding our heads, realizing the importance of the situation. "Why, yes, they are exchange students, and I was curious as to if they could come to this school, seeing as the one they were supposed to go to closed down."

"Really, and what school was that?

"Uh, Homwerk Central School," he made up. Mrs. Sweeny gave him an inquiring look, and so he continued. "In ... Alberta, because, you see, I needed to come on a business trip around this area, and here was this wonderful school, and I thought, 'Why not?'"He gave a nervous laugh.

"Well, why don't you go to the office and speak with the Principal?" Mrs. Sweeny asked.

"That's where we were headed," I said, a little too loudly. "Just now ... we were ... taking... him ..." I looked at Rose. "Uh, let's go, shall we?" And I pulled her beside me as we started towards the main staircase.

Once we reached th bottom of the stairs, Rose and I burst out laughing. "What's so funny?" Toph asked.

"We don't know," Rose said. "We just always laugh after we almost or do get in trouble with a teacher." Then we started laughing again.

"Lets go to the office then," I said once we caught our breath. Mike nodded and followed us. Then I suddenly stopped, my face suddenly pale.

"What is it now?" Zuko asked in an annoyed voice.

I turned to Rose. "How will we get past Mrs. Bently?"

Rose's face quickly paled as well. "I hadn't thought of that." She admitted.

"Who?" Aang asked. "How do we get past who?" Rose and I turned to face them, still pale.

"Mrs. Bently, the school secretary," I said. "One of the evil adults in our school."

"Well, I'm an adult, so she'll probably believe me," Mike stated. We nodded and kept walking.

" Yeah, it's not as if she's out sick and is being replaced for the day by ..." We looked into the office windo to see the woman at the desk. "MRS. LOTT!"

The woman looked up, and gestered us inside. She looked at Mike. "What can I do for you?" she asked.

"Well, I have some exchange students who are coming to this school, and I thought I should come here. These two girls are going to have them at their houses during their stay." He gestered to Rose and I.

"What are their names?" Mrs. Lott asked.

" Well, this is Rose..." he started.

"No not them!" Mrs. Lott snapped. "The exchange students!"

" Oh, yeah, right sorry, my fault. Well, this is Adam," he gestered to Aang. I'll put the order of the cast that he makes up the names. Aang, Katara, Sokka, Toph, Zuko, and then Azula.

"Katie, Shawn, Tessa, Zach, and Ashley." Mrs. Lott wrote down their names.

"And you are?"

"Mr. Slakoski."

"Right, well, you may go. You two," she pointed at us. "Take these students to lunch."

"Yep." We left the office. Mike turned to us.

" Well, you two are now in charge of keeping these guys..."

"AND GIRLS!" Azula, Katara, and Toph yelled.

"Yeah, and girls safe. I need to go now, so , uh, I'll see you in a week." He walked out the front doors.

"WAIT!" I yelled, but did he hear me? Nope. So I turned towards the hall that the Cafeteria was. "Well, off to lunch."

AN: So, what do you think? This isn't my first ever fanfiction, it's just the first one I've ever posted on the internet. Just so you know, the names of teachers and most of what they do will be real. And my friends, they're real. Now I just hope none of them will kill me for using their names on the internet.

Rose: KIM!! YOU USED MY NAME!!! THAT'S WHAT I GET FOR NINE YEARS OF FRIENDSHIP!!

Me: Uh, right, well, please RR. (Runs away from Rose, who is chasing after her)