Avatar's First Day


Will

I typed furiously at my keyboard, glancing every now and again at a manual next to me. "I've really put my foot in it this time! Why do I always have to let myself take 'You can't do this yourself' as a challenge? Well, I think I've got this just about figured out. Let's see…"

I punched in the last few keys, hit "enter," and swiveled around to stare at my PET. "Well?" I demanded of it, "Did I succeed in customizing my Navi?"

A steady hum answered me. Data streamed up onto the screen, spiraled around, and formed into a circle: black, with a green border and a stylized white…woodsprite!

"Yes!" I yelled, jumping from my chair and waving my fists in the air. "I did it! I customized my own Net Navi! Well," I amended, looking again at the symbol, "I started it, anyway. How long do I have to wait for the results?..."

Six hours.

"Alrighty," I stretched, pushing my fingers through my long, pale hair, "time for bed."


Personally, I hate people who are cheerful in the morning. Of course, it would help if I'd opted to go to bed at some time earlier than midnight this time.

But anyway, what woke me up was an accented female voice calling my name.

"I'm awake, I'm awake," I protested, rubbing one eye. "Wha…"

Finally, my sleep-bleary gaze locked onto my PET. There, standing in the picture, was a woman; blue-skinned with white specks like stars, a sleeveless red-brown uniform with the woodsprite-symbol on the chest, and matching helmet with a white rectangle on the front and, presumably, the same symbol covering each ear, she looked exactly like I'd intended her to. Her arms, with gloves matching her suit covering her hands, were folded, and she had an ironic tilt to one eyebrow, watching me with yellow eyes.

"Uh…" Come on, brain, wake up! "Am I right in guessing what your name is?"

She smiled. "I'm Avatar, you sleepyhead! Now get dressed, you've got plenty of chaos planned for today."

"You think you know me," I muttered as I got up. Unfortunately, she did. Well, I programmed her, after all; she'd know that I enjoyed proving myself as a very crazy teenage girl. (Caught you there, did I?) Seventeen – eighteen next month – and tall for my family, I got fully dressed in my favorite skin-tight pants with every color under the sun, white socks, and bright red shoes hiding inside blue roller-blades a size just enough larger for me to do this.

My only sticking point was picking a shirt. "Let's see…what color will I dye my hair today?"


I finally picked blue, yellow, and brown for my hair color, in honor of finishing Avatar, and chose a green shirt. Then I grabbed Avatar's PET and rolled out of my room to get breakfast.

My method of cooking usually involves throwing stuff around the room, though I'm just fast enough to where nothing actually hits the floor or breaks. I made myself a sausage-mushroom-and-cheese omelet, some bacon, and toast, while pouring some orange juice and digging out one of my muffins.

"Did the kitchen survive your antics?" Avatar asked wryly from my hip.

"Ah, knock it off. I've done that sort of thing for weeks and nothing's broken yet." I hesitated, and added, "Knock on wood."

She sighed, with just the right tone to where I could imagine her rolling her eyes.

Sure, I thought, we're going to argue about my usual behavior, because I programmed her with the option of developing her own personality. But I know we agree on what's important. And I did program her with the knowledge that my actions aren't completely…well, that it's a put-on. Acting crazy is my way of coping with being an only child who's been missing a mother since birth and whose father's almost never around. Personally, I think he's ashamed of me for taking Mom away from him.

I glanced down at my hip and smiled. Well, now Avatar can be my mom, sister, and best friend. Whatever she wants.


A/N: If you're wondering what a "woodsprite" is, it's pretty important in the movie Avatar. Look it up. The next chapter will connect with the anime episodes directly. I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING!!! LEAST OF ALL RAIKA!!!!!