Hey guys this is modern day avatar so no bending. I original wrote this on paper like a book so one chapter is going to be split into parts. Get it? Yea that was stupid confusing.
Umm this is
Katara x Aang
Zuko x Mai
Sokka x Sukki
Sokka x Yua
Little bit of Sokka x Toph
And ill update u on more pairings
Ok just go along with it. :p
CHAPTER 1; PART ONE
A REASON FOR BROKEN WINGS
Her eyes followed the trees outside of the car window. Her icy blue eyes were filled with anger, frustration, hate and a lot of hurt.
She wished she were a tree; rooted in the ground never being able to leave. Strapped down and needed where she was, but now, now she felt like a seed. Rudely picked up by an unnecessary force and dropped somewhere else.
She scowled at the tear that clung to her check. In a swift movement she forcefully wiped it away, a frown still plastered on her face.
"Katara come on, stop with the pouty faces you'll like it in Seattle." Her father said looking in the review merrier.
"Yea, okay" she muttered still staring out the window, propping her elbow on the chair her chin resting in her palm.
Katara, her brother Sokka, and her father Hakoda were moving to Seattle from California. Her father looked at all the good things waiting for them: a new job, home, school, people. No more reminders of Kya, their mother, no more pilling bills or forest fires. Moving to Seattle was perfect.
Katara on the other hand thought it was the worst idea amongst them all. She wasn't looking forward to a whole new school, being only a soft more, having to make new friends moving. Where in California she had the ocean, friends, her life, now they were packing everything up and leaving, wonderful…just wonderful.
_my fail of a line brake_
The black Chevrolet pulled into a small parking lot right in front of a crummy old apartment complex. The paint was chipped exposing the rusty bricked foundation that built the complex. Most all the windows were blocked by wood or ripped curtains. The whole place smelled like the gutter and looked like it was placed in the middle of the worst part of town.
Sokka was the first one out of the car. He didn't give the complex another look, he just bolted out the door, flared his nostrils at the smell, then clawed at the back of the car, preying it open to revile three suite cases. Grabbing his Sokka impatiently waited for his father.
Sokka wasn't skinny nor fat more in the middle, strong not scrawny with an annoying urge to make sarcastic remarks to everything. Like his father his hair was longer than most and pushed back into a small ponytail, when down the shaggy dark brown hair fell past his ears. He had the same ocean blue eyes as his mother and father, yet lighter than his sisters with her unique icy blue ones that were mesmerizing.
Katara, looking like her mother had long dark brown hair, icy blue eyes, and a motherly personality that she tried to hide as best as she could. So when she stepped out of the back seat, she was taken back by her surroundings and smells.
"Is this where were living?!" she asked disgusted.
Hakoda nodded knowing not to say anything of else she'll explode.
"You have to be kidding me? This looks like an alley's dumpster, and smells like one to!" she said her arms frilling in the air.
"You'll get use to it" Sokka said hurriedly tapping on his phone, his tongue out in concentration.
Katara ignored her brother's comment and faced her father as he placed her luggage on the black assault. "Dad!" she said "look at this place! This isn't somewhere you live, this is where thugs meet up and fight" she exclaimed.
"katara" Hakoda sighed "we will be fine, now stop complaining and get up stairs, the movers will be here in an hour."
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She sat on the steps leading up to their door, slightly blocking the mover's way, but she could care less. She wasn't the one who wanted to move so why did she have to help?
She sat there with a small notebook resting on her knees. The leather binding caught the sun light and glistened giving it an oily look. Katara traced her fingers along the cover. The leather material felt soothing and she desperately wanted to fill the insides.
"Dad" she called knowing all too well he heard her just wasn't listening. "I'm going to go write" and without an answer she jumped up startling a mover causing him to stumble back tripping over his own feet, collapsing on the floor.
Katara couldn't help but giggle as she raced off towards the outskirts of the town she was stuck in.
The town was not very friendly at all. The shops were all closed and the only ones open were bars, tattoo parlors, and drug stores. Katara shivered and kept walking, clinging onto the handle of her satchel that hung over her shoulder resting on her hip.
Jogging slightly when she finally found a tree, the location of it was a nasty looking park. Not much to look at, a few moldy wooden benches, a fountain but the water was off leaving gunky smelling water resting in the bottom of the chipped fountain. There were leaves EVERYWHERE all dead and crumbled, scattering the dead grass.
Katara reached for a branch pulling herself to a steep, she continued climbing until she came across a comfy branch looking over the park. Grabbing her bag off her shoulder she took out her book and pencil. Her face light up with her first smile in days, when her hand made contact with the leather journal. The cover flipped open with ease exposing an empty page, crying out for Katara to fill it with words. She began jotting down words creating a story around her. Adjusting her position on the branch to get a better view.
'Here is madding. Strapped down and being hit by reminders of what was and is no more. But the world is still the same. That's something I learned from her: that even when you are so far away everything is the same. Like the sky; the sun still sets and the colors still burst, the air is dirtier but is still light. The tint of black from the night sky. The same sound of the concrete under my feet. Most of all I can feel her that small tug at the end of the thread she is holding telling me she's home, home with me. I can hear her voice ever so slightly telling her there are reminders of home everywhere even if I don't except them at first.'
A dampening drop created a ripple of ink and graphite on the page. Katara looked up only to be welcomed by another dampening drop on the middle of her forehead. Frowning she slipped her bag over her shoulder dropping her book and pencil into it. She hadn't seemed to notice the dark rain clouds that rolled in dramatically giving out a heavy rain.
Katara jumped down from the tree a searing pain shot up her leg when her feet made contact with the heard earth. Quickly she pushed the pain aside and reached for her hoodie, tugging the baggie gray fabric over her head. She started walking out of the ghost town of a park.
Katara scurried along the empty sidewalks passing pungent alley ways, slightly steeping back from it. A sullen look on her face at the fact she completely forgot where she was.
The rain poured down harder and Katara did her best to maneuver into the shadows of the roofs of buildings for cover.
"Isn't past curfew?" a voice from the shadows asked making Katara jump, the hair on the back of her neck stood the chill of the voice was not welcoming, not welcoming at all.
ok well there you go a little cliff hanger for you. MAHAHAHAHAHA im so evil so tell me if you like it I be maken me happy. Alright there is more parts to this chapter im not sure how many but yayayay.