AUTHORSNOTE!!!!!: Hey, everyone!!!! I know that this is NOT School Days, which no one is waiting for, but I got the idea!!!!! I was reading "The Doll", which was a short story in my "Thirteen" book, and HAD to write this!!!! Avatar seemed too good to pass up for this!!!!!!!!! I don't own Avatar, btw, or "The Doll", but I do own this idea, and this story. Please R&R!!!!!
The Kids and the Doll
Katara fiddled with the pumpkin lights and skeleton paper cut-outs as she stumbled up the stairs. She was heading to the attic to put the Halloween decorations away.
'Why Sokka gets to sit on his lazy butt, I don't know.' She thought with a sigh. 'I ALWAYS do all of the work when Gran-Gran isn't home.'
When she finally got up the steps to the attic, she put everything into a box, closing it neatly. As she turned to go back down, she heard a noise. Katara looked in a corner, and saw a very small box. She walked towards it, and the noise stopped. 'What is this?' She thought. 'It looks old.'
She picked up the tiny box, and opened it. The smell of musty fabric met her nose, making her sneeze. A pair of gleaming, liquid blue eyes stared at her.
"A doll?" She thought aloud. Katara'd never seen the doll before in her life. It had a white lace dress, which was faded slightly.
Katara carried the doll downstairs. As she walked past the kitchen, she could hear her brother scarfing some poor, helpless food item as quickly as possible.
"Sokka, can you slow down? You're going to make me choke just watching you."
"Ha-ha." Sokka replied sarcastically, mouth full of ice cream. "Very funny, Kat."
"Gran's gonna kill you when she gets home." Katara smirked. Gran NEVER let the kids have junk food before dinner, which they hadn't had yet. Gran was out getting some.
The door could be heard clicking open. "Speak of the Devil, and she will appear." Katara's smirk grew.
Gran walked into the kitchen, carrying McDonald's bags. Her jaw dropped when she saw Sokka.
"Sokka Ross Stanley! What have I told you about junk food before dinner?!" She yelled. Katara giggled as softly as she could.
"But you were taking foreeever to get back!" He whined. "I was getting hungry!"
"Then you could have eaten something healthy! Like celery sticks!"
Pretty soon, they got into a big fight. Katara took the opportunity to sneak into her room, doll in hand. She sat down on her bed, and turned the doll over in her hand.
After a few minutes of looking at the doll, Katara placed it on a shelf that was across from her bed. For a moment, she thought she saw something in the doll's eyes. Something… lifelike…
'It's nothing,' she thought. 'I'm just tired from doing all of the chores Sokka was supposed to help me with.'
Katara changed into her pajamas, then remembered she didn't eat anything. She quietly made her way to the kitchen. She heard no noise, aside from the T.V.
She sighed, and made her way to the fridge, grabbing a few carrot sticks. She walked back to her bedroom, and saw the doll on the floor, sitting up. It made Katara jump.
"How'd you get down there?" She asked, placing the doll back on the shelf.
She crawled into bed, and switched off her side lamp. It was only 9:30, but Katara always went to sleep early on Sundays.