Avatar: The Newcomer
~The Next Series in the Avatar Saga~
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not own Avatar: The Last Airbender.
Warning: Contains spoilers of the actual series, if you haven't seen them and wish to, and the mentioning of real people in our world, and nations/places in our world.
Another Warning: At first, you'll think it's just a story I'm trying to show to you by putting it in the Avatar place, getting attention. But read on, it's certainly a Last Airbender Fan Fiction.
I'd really like you to comment and tell me what you think. (::
Thanks, and enjoy the story
~Claira~
I've never thought of myself as lucky. Although I wouldn't say I'm unlucky, either. As a matter of fact, I've always been quite satisfied with my life. I'm not perfect, nor am I terrible. I'm in the crossover of the two, where I belong. I was given to the world in New Jersey, in a place you may recognize as Livingston, on a beautiful sunny morning. It was June fourteenth, 1994. I lived there happily until I was four years old, we moved, and my baby sister was introduced to the world. My parents named her Grace. She was more beautiful than I was. She was thinner, she had shining golden locks, and big, bright blue eyes with luscious lashes. She was incredibly social, which led her to popularity beyond my imagination.
Me, I'm a bit of an outcast, as far as they go. Of course, I have friends, I have a great big group of friends, from different cliques as well as different countries. I shouldn't have used the word outcast- I realize this now. But I've never been the most appreciated in my school. I live in a town called Colts Ferry. It's a wealthy town in Central Jersey, near the shore. I love the beach, I've loved it since I was a little girl. Sometimes, me and my mother would walk down the boardwalk together, and fly kites. Afterwards, we'd eat ice cream at the Pavilion and listen to music played by amateur bands. To me, this was the life. It was my life, and I loved it. I still live it today.
Now, I'm not going to complain, although I used to be a bit of a whiner in the past. I admit I've had a pretty awesome life. My parents are together, and happy about it. I have a little sister who loves me, although it gets on my nerves all the time. I'm not ugly, and I'm not beautiful. I'm a bit more than the middle, and I love myself. I'm an artist, and I'm extremely talented. I'm curvy and have flawless pale skin, although I'm only 5"2. I have a puppy named Peaches, and I'm already applying for college. I'm in all my AP classes, and my IQ is supposed to be higher than most by a long shot. I'm special, that's my opinion about myself. I'm not very social, but I'm perfectly fine that way.
It's difficult to make friends where I live. The town has a small population, of the rich, snobby, and, well, the old. Through the years I've managed, living in a medium sized house. I love my family, I love my friends, I love my life in general.
I wanted it to stay exactly the way it was, forever.
I walked into the corridor of the school, eager for my first day of Senior year in high school. I had made it into a great art school, and things were looking up for me. You see, I used to be overweight, until eighth grade, really. I ate- A lot. I lost the weight when I was thirteen years old. When I was 12, however, you didn't see it, since I held me stomach in. Now it isn't necessary. The problem was, all my friends, and people I'd grown up with remembered me as the pudgy little girl, who was weird and giggly. Yup, that was me.
Continuing with the story, I walked in the school as I mentioned before. I spent my day enjoying new classes, meeting new friends, and learning new things. The standard events taken on by a new day of school. When I arrived home, I did everything that I needed to do, and welcomed the soft, warm bed that awaited my exhausted body. The moment I hit the sheets, I was out like a light. I slept well, with great dreams, and great thoughts. Everything was going perfectly. My life was coming along in a fabulous manner.
The next week of school went perfectly, as planned. I'm quite positive that I found a new admirer, a boy in my grade who was certainly easy on the eyes, those glittering green eyes… I grew to like him, even find him attractive, that boy Mark. And over time, Mark became my boyfriend. We were inseparable as a couple. We loved each other like it was the only love that would ever exist, or at least, that was how I felt about him. We'd go to the beaches together, hold hands and take in the sun's rays. It was my first relationship, and I was blinded by love and passion. I was so sure he loved me as well, he must've. There was no way to be sure, but I didn't have a doubt in my mind.
Fall passed quickly, things were even better by the end of the day. I was almost popular, it felt as though I knew everyone in the entire school. I'd never been in this status before, I'd never known so many people. I'd never been happier in my entire existence, this was the way it was meant to be, I was sure of it. I smiled at the thought on one warm autumn evening, and closed my eyes, feeling the soft breeze gently graze me rose colored cheeks.
Little did I know that I was dead wrong.
I walked on the pier, the air becoming quite frigid in the shore. What was to expect? Winter was fast on it's way to the coast, and Jack Frost certainly had some cold plans for the year, it obvious. The weather channels had all predicted a lot of snow, and some temperatures that I wasn't too pleased about. I've always been one for warm and somewhat tropical weather. I still wish that palm trees would exist in New Jersey. But never the matter, things went on in a lovely matter. I enjoyed everyday I got, I thought of it as a gift. I was sure that Mark was the one I was destined to be with, my forever boy.
I wrapped my arms around my tiny torso, after pulling my hood over my head to avoid the low temperature. It didn't matter now, however. I was going to surprise Mark at the beach. He'd said that he had to go to help for charity, and I thought I'd be a magnificent girlfriend by giving him a little kiss and assisting him in his great duties for humanity. I was loopy with love, and to me, he was the perfection I'd always craved for my own selfish reasons. He was mine. I was sure it would stay that way, I was so positive.
I ran onto the beach, seeing two figures in the distance. They were nearing close to each other. I suspected that the first one was Mark, and the other one, the smaller one was one of his charity friends. I grinned to myself, the pride for me intensified inside of me. I loved him with the burning passion. But as I got further, they got closer… And closer to one another.
By the time I was fifty feet away from them, I realized that his friend was actually a girl, a tall blonde who had her eyes on his lips, and in a terrible instant, they were kissing, and she wasn't simply kissing him. No, he was kissing her back, with a dark desire that I couldn't quite find myself comprehending. I was losing control, and they wouldn't stop, they simply wouldn't. They kept going… And going. They seemed to enjoy each other's lips like a drug, and I felt sick inside just watching them continue.
The kiss seemed to last for endless hours, and I just stood there, helplessly. I hadn't moved a single step since I saw them begin their charade. I just stood there, lifelessly. Tears poured softly down my cheeks, and my make up was running along with it. I looked like a mess, an ugly mess. I didn't make a sound, I just watched, I couldn't stop. It was like alcohol. It was killing me, but I didn't stop, I felt as though there was no choice. I had to watch what my destiny had thrown at me. It was now obvious that all I had known, and thought about my boyfriend was a big, red lie.
The moment they pulled away, Mark whipped his head around to face me, and his eyes widened. The girl didn't see, and she whispered "I love you" into his ear. But he ignored it. He stared right at me, and cried out, "CLAIRA! WAIT I- IT'S NOT-!" It was too late, I was gone into the dark night. Like a shadow that never existed I ran and ran. I ignored his screams and shouts in the background, and closed my eyes as they slowly began to fade away. I ran to my home. I ran past my house, and to the forest. I didn't ever want to come back. I soon found my way to a wide open farm field, empty and vast.
I collapsed onto the soft grass, and sobbed. The pain was so scarring, I couldn't control my hatred for Mark, I couldn't control the throbbing in my heart. But suddenly, the field lit up with a glowing blue light. When I looked up, I couldn't see. My eyes were blinded by the brightness. I covered my eyes with my arm, and squinted, but to no avail. There was no possible way I could see.
The situation stayed in its place until a dark figure in a cloak approached me, and the field lit only softly enough for me to see the figure. It was like the grim reaper, except I now I realized that the cloak was actually a dark brick red, with an orange-brown rope around the figures waste, and the same color trimming around the edges of the hood. The only skin that was visible was the tips of the figure's finger-tips. It was pale. It neared me a few more steps, and I shook with terror. "Please… Don't h… hurt me…" I pleaded, softly. The figure shook its head.
"That is not my objective today." He answered, in a shadowy monotone voice. It was a teenage boy, I could tell that much. He pulled his hood down, and then I could clearly see his face. "I'm Zuko." He announced, grimly.
