Okay - I'm revamping the story to check for grammar mistakes and to clear up some things! So one question I've been getting a lot is .. How does the geography work?!

Basically the world is the same geographically. North America, South America and Australia are a mix of all four nations. Alaska, Greenland and northern Canada are Water, but like I said earlier, the Western half of the world is a really nice mix.

Asia majority Fire and a little bit of Air

Europe is majority Earth with a tiny bit of Air. Fire owns some islands between Europe and Africa.

Africa is majority Air.

I hope that clears it up!


Now that I look back I realize that I never really knew what real love was. My parents thought that giving me a credit card and whatever else I wanted meant that they loved me. My big brother wasn't any better. He was the most popular boy in school when he was in high school and I had to live in his shadow, everyone expecting me to be just like him. But he spent most of his time chasing dreams that he could never seem to pin down. He was the child in the family that no one really expected much from; he was the dreamer that always did things his own way. In a sense I was like him, but I was never bold enough to chase my dreams like he was. Nothing was too big for him. I just let my dreams slowly fade like a pair of jeans that have gone through the wash over the years. I never really knew who I was, that was until I turned 18 and moved to Oregon.

It was a few weeks after my 18th birthday when my dad's boss decided that my dad should be the CEO of the office on the West Coast. This meant that instead of having a job in the Teen Vogue offices during my senior year I was going to start anew at Miangus Union High School. I found out that we were moving a few weeks ago and disagreed with the entire situation. But my complaints and idea to stay in the city with my big brother went down the drain. As of right now I'm on a connector flight from O'Hare to Portland International Airport.

"Katara! Please stop tapping the arm rest." My stepmom snapped. I smiled sheepishly and grabbed my iPod from my carry-on. My stepmom is the only mother I've ever known and so far she's done a good job.

I reached back into my carry-on and got out my drawing pad and pencils. I opened it to one of the pages in the back and stared at it trying to decide what to do in order to finish it. I looked down at my drawing and sighed. I started a picture of a random girl, just a face I thought I had seen before. She resembled like my mother but I couldn't place where I had seen her face. Her eyes seemed to hold the qualities of a dreamer and a deep secret. She had a small but sassy smirk and a nice side bang.

I added in more detail to the background for about ten more minutes before I was out of ideas. I turned off my iPod and looked at my watch. We were only about an hour into the flight and I was already out of things to do. I looked over at my mom and dad and smiled. They were talking quietly with their hands interlocked; they were so in love that I could hope that I could have a love like that one day. I drank the rest of my water, leaned my seat back a little and closed my eyes. Soon sleep took me and I forgot all about having to start over again.

My mom woke me up with a large grin on her face. "Katara sweetheart we are here. Time to get off the plane!" she said excitedly.

I groaned and stood, grimacing as my joints popped when I stretched.

"Oh joy, we are in Oregon… yay." I said unenthusiastically. I grabbed my carry-on and made sure that my iPod, phone, and drawing things were in it. I walked down the narrow aisle convincing myself that this move would be good for me and that there was no need for me to worry about anything. I got to the connector and tripped, falling and cracking my knee on the metal.

"Katara! Are you okay sweetheart?" my dad called out.

"Yeah, I'm fine," I said while a flight attendant helped me up. As I carefully walked out into the terminal I laughed silently at myself. I stupidly thought moving would be good for me, but I fall walking off the plane… that obviously is reason enough for me to go back home.

But my parents didn't have the same idea because they ignored my constant complaining, got the bags and loaded me into our car (which was driven out here about a day ago, I honestly didn't even want to imagine how much they paid for gas) for a ride way into the mountains to Bronze Lake.

After about an hour and a half we finally turned off the main road. We turned onto a long winding street lined with giant trees. I stared up at them with awe because there aren't too many tall trees like this in downtown New York. A sign with chipping paint and missing pieces of letters let us know that Bronze Lake was 5 miles up. I rolled my eyes and sighed dramatically. We drove for about 20 more minutes when my dad made a right turn and suddenly there was a town. It was a nice town by the looks of the main street that we seemed to be on. It looked nice, cozy and intimidating all at the same time.

It scared me because I was the new girl, all of the people in this town grew up together, they had been friends since they were probably babies and I'm pretty sure that they didn't want some city girl trying to move in on their lives.

My dad stopped in town to ask for directions and a short Earth Kingdom man rattled off the right way to go before hobbling off towards a little restaurant.

We got onto the main highway as the man who gave of directions called it. It just looked like an old stretch of cement to me. We drove to the part of town where the homes were located. After about three more minutes of driving we turned onto Adobe street and stopped in front of a huge white home with enormous windows covering the front of it.

"Welcome home guys!" my dad said happily. I simply sighed and climbed out the backseat. The giant U-Haul sitting at our curb made me frown. It took away from the… quaintness of the street. Everything looked so nice and friendly, almost like the perfect neighborhood in a movie. Walking to the front door made me think, I'm here for just my senior year, I'm sure I can make this work, I thought. Or I could fail at making it work and try homeschooling.

The foyer of the house was a boring cream color, with a small potted cactus in the hallway that led to the kitchen. I smiled when I saw the stairs leading up to the upper level of the house. When we lived in New York we had a penthouse on the 22nd floor of the building, so having stairs in my house felt kind of cool. I slowly walked up the stairs, smiling when I saw the giant window at the end of the hall with a perfect view of the mountains and a huge forest that seemed to eat the rock that it covered.

"That'll be cool to draw." I said to myself as I continued walking down the hall. I stopped at the bedroom at the end of the hall and pushed open the door.

It was a large room with a giant bay window in the west wall and a balcony at the east wall. I smiled, thinking about all the sunsets that I could paint. A bang came from the stairs, followed by a loud curse from my dad which preceded an even louder 'Sorry Honey'. I laughed and grabbed my Sharpies™ out of my purse and put the pack on the seat of my bay window. I chose certain colors and drew little hearts on the corner of my walls, because that would help me remember which colors I would use to paint my walls.

"Kat, we are heading up with your stuff." My dad called up the stairs, in other words he basically wanted me to get out of the way.

"Kay!" I yelled back before grabbing my purse and putting the Sharpies I chose and headed downstairs and was met with the smell of man. I crinkled my nose and stared at the six men with extremely large muscles bulging from under their dirty t-shirts. They stood in my foyer talking with my dad about moving things upstairs. The youngest looking one turned to look at me as I walked past him and smiled. I smiled back nicely and continued walking to the den where I knew my mom would be.

"Hey mom, I'm about to head into town and see if I can find any good paint for my room. Want me to pick up some colors for you?"

She turned to face me and smiled, "Um about 3 gallons of a warm gold for the kitchen, a light blue for the master bedroom and bathroom, and pure white for everywhere else."

I chuckled, "Okay, I should be gone for about an hour and a half. See ya later." I said before heading to the garage. I opened the door expecting to see my parents silver BMW, not my own black Range Rover. I squealed in shock and raced back inside.

"I don't even care who thought to bring my truck down! Thank you so much!" I said before wrapping my mom in a massive hug.

"I knew you would notice eventually. Hurry so you can be back by dinner." she said. I smiled and went to the garage.

I backed out the garage and started down the street towards the main highway before I realized that I had no idea where I was going. I knew that most of the places here were off the main highway, like the school, and the mountain road, but I had no idea how to get to town. I knew I should've paid attention when we were driving to the house.

I continued to drive for a while until I saw a little sign with a lot of tree branches covering it. I stopped and got out and walked over to the sign. I moved some of the branches. The sign said which way town was. I smiled, turned my truck around and soon enough I was in town. I parked on a street called 'Sycamore', got out and walked to the main stretch of stores and such.

After about 2 minutes of walking and weird glances from the people in town I found the home improvement store.

Jack's Hardware was nestled between a cute little cake shop and a boutique named "Touch of Paris" that seemed to have nice clothes.

"Hi, welcome to Jack's Hardware, I'm Nick. What can I help you with today?"Asked a college aged boy with traces of teenage acne still present on his face.

"Hi! I'm Katara and I need some paint. So could you show me the colors that you have please?"

"Of course," he said with a bright smile. "This way please."

I followed him to the very back wall of the store and was met with hundreds of paint colors.

"Whoa," I said softly. Nick laughed and launched into a spiel of which brands were the best, and which brands were the best bathroom paints and stuff. I nodded and smiled but really my attention was on the many different colors that I could buy.

"So which colors do you need Katara?" Nick asked suddenly.

"Umm I need warm gold, light blue and pure white. I will also need a lime green, a bright purple, an electric blue, a really bright orange and another pure white. Oh do you have chalkboard paint?" I said still kind of in awe.

"Yeah, I have all of those, how many gallons of each?"

"One gallon for everything except the warm gold and light blue, I need 3 gallons for the gold and 2 for the light blue. Oh and one of the light blues needs to be bathroom paint."

Nick laughed and led me to the color mixing station. He grabbed a shopping cart and loaded 13 gallons of paint into it and then wheeled it to the mixing station.

"Here, you can take the white paints and put them on the counter, so that you will definitely get the two whites you needed." He said.

"Okay, cool." I said before grabbing the two gallons and carrying them to the checkout counter.

By the time I returned to the stations, he had finished mixing the three gold gallons and was starting on the light blue. I stood there silently as he mixed the paints and grabbed the gallons that were finished and took them to the counter. He followed me with the last two gallons and put them on the scanner.

"So I'm guessing you just moved down here seeing as I have never seen you before." Nick said as he ran the paints over the scanners.

"That is true, moved from New York City." I said while watching the numbers add up.

"I've always wanted to see a big city other than Seattle. Your total is $89.54. Cash or Credit?"

"Credit," I said as I pulled out my debit card.

"Alright, swipe and if you're running it as debit, enter your pin and sign when the screen changes."

I did as he told me and grabbed the receipt and stuffed it in my wallet.

"Would you like some help taking this stuff to your car?"

"Umm I think so… yeah most likely. I can pull up to the front of the store." I replied.

He nodded and I said that I would be right back.

I jogged to the street where I parked my truck and drove over to the store. I put the truck in park and popped the hatch. Nick was standing at the door with two gallons swinging off his arms. He walked over to the truck and put them in the trunk. After about 2 minutes we finished loading in all the paint and I headed home. I remembered that the street Sycamore spit out onto the main highway and the main highway led to my new neighborhood. I got home in less than 5 minutes since I knew where I was going and I drove a little faster once I got to the highway.

By the time I got home the U-Haul was gone and the sun was just reaching its highest point in the sky. It was noon here in Bronze Lake and I was ready to waste the day away painting. I pulled into the garage and started lugging the paint in the house.

"Oh good you're back," my dad said after I brought in the last gallon. "Your mom told me that you were planning on painting, so I put drop cloths over the furniture in your room."

"Thanks! Can my floor be paint splattered?" I asked sweetly.

After a minute of thinking my dad nodded. I just hoped he didn't suddenly remember that if we needed to sell this house, a paint splattered floor might make it difficult. I smiled and started bringing my paint upstairs. I popped the lids, opened all four of my windows and grabbed the paint brushes from the box sitting next to my bay window.

I pushed all of my furniture to the west wall and opened up and poured the chalkboard paint into the tray and grabbed a roller.

Five hours later I stepped back and stared at my work. The east wall was the black chalkboard with orange, lime green and blue splatters around the border and a purple heart painted in the bottom left corner. My north wall was bright orange with blue splatters covering it. My south wall was purple with lime green splatters on it and my east wall was pure white with orange, blue, purple and green splatters on it with a cute green heart at the bottom right corner and a huge blue heart on the upper left side of the wall.

I smiled and looked at time on my cell phone. It was 5 o'clock here so it was 8 o'clock back at home. I grabbed my favorite pair of Converse and went downstairs. I slipped on my shoes and went onto the patio and called my best friend, Azalea. She was second generation Italian and was one of the prettiest people I had ever seen. We loved the fact that we both had really unusual names.

"Hey it's Azalea and I'm out and about or simply ignoring your call but either way leave me a message and I will call you back… unless I don't want to. Bye!"

I sighed, her phone was off. I didn't even bother leaving a message. I looked at the sun that was low in the sky and sighed. School was going to start in less than two weeks, September was right around the corner and so was my new life.

I sighed again and walked towards the door. Maybe this won't be so bad, I thought.

And maybe it can be wonderful, the little voice that I usually silenced said.

Yeah… maybe.