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I walk into the large, white room with the chandeliers glittering in the light. Everybody turns their heads in my direction.

I blush and smile, graciously waving at them. I turn swiftly around when the smooth jazz abruptly comes to a halt. A tall, handsome man is walking in my direction. I let my eyes drift up to his exquisite face. It is then, that I realise he is wearing a mask.

I look around. Everyone is wearing a mask, some big, some small, and some unusual. But every mask is beautiful. They are so different yet that is the trait that connects them altogether. It is bizarre. Mere moments ago, I could have sworn that everyone's face were absent of any mask.

My hand reaches up to my face. I am wearing a mask also. Even though, I can't see it, I know instantly that it is beautiful. And then a sense of peculiarity rushes over me. How come I'm so certain?

The mysterious man stands in front of me. He pushes a strand of hair back from my face. He slowly lifts my head up. His lips gently brush against mine.

I wake up abruptly.

"Come on and find me, my name is Macarena…""

I groan and smack my arm on the snooze button of my annoying alarm clock that my brother, Sokka, got for my birthday. That is the most annoying song in the world; it never fails to drive me insane.

It is funny and not to mention ironic, because my brother is the laziest person I know (and I know a lot of lazy people).

Once, my brother slept through an entire day. I attempt to throw that stupid clock in the trash at least once a day. Obviously, I haven't succeeded yet, unfortunately. It always seems to make its way back to my bedroom. I wonder who that could be.

I rub my eyes. Light is streaming in the windows and not for the first time, I wish I had black-out blinds. My eyes are burning. I fall out of bed and land on the one pair of black stilettos that I own. Can I say ouch?

As I get up off the ground, sore, tired and disgruntled, I sneak a peek at the bane of my life (the alarm clock), I let a scream out.

I am going to be late and it is the first day back to school after the summer holidays.

I need to get ready for school pronto! I take two big steps across my bedroom into my bathroom. I jump into the shower, stripping my pyjamas off in the process.

Twenty minutes later, I get out of the shower. I ponder what I will wear today. I finally get dressed in my jeans and blue shirt that I have been told matches my eyes. I put on mascara and blue eye shadow and rush down the stairs.

I grab a blueberry muffin and a bottle of water. I scream up the stairs, telling Sokka to hurry up. I sigh. He is so vain. He has been standing at the mirror for at least thirty minutes.

Ever since he got a girlfriend, he has become self-centred and impossible to live with. It is aggravating. It seems like there is no trace of my joking, older brother left inside him anymore. I hear Sokka talking to himself.

"Sokka, my man you are looking good."

I sigh again. Let me explain.

Sokka was made captain of the soccer team and now all the girls love him.

Just goes to prove really, how self-absorbed and shallow, they all are. I am going into my sophomore year and Sokka is going into his senior year. Sokka's girlfriend, Suki, is the head cheerleader and she is absolutely terrifying.

She wears enough make-up to cover a nation and she is the school bitch/slut. I am surprised that she has lasted this long without cheating on Sokka.

I can't help but feel that she has already cheated on Sokka. Sokka will be devastated if he finds out that his girlfriend is a heinous bitch.

She is highly intelligent and cunning but acts stupid around guys which makes her dangerous because she acts like a Rottweiler around us girls who don' t have the delight of being her friends (notice the sarcasm?) and acts like a pussy cat around any and all guys.

She can charm her way out of any accusation that she is cheating on her current boyfriend. This occurs every few days. I don't know how she does it. All I know is that I truly despise her, ever since the dreaded incident. Suki is in the same grade as me and we used to be best friends until the incident of '06. Sokka knows that I hate her and the reason why, but he still goes out with her. I feel betrayed and hurt that he won't stop to think what this might be doing to me.

I don't mean to sound selfish. Sokka deserves to be happy, but when it is with a girl who is equal parts bitchy and slutty, it isn't going to end in a happy ending. I am just being realistic. Some people may mistake that as being pessimistic.

Sokka finally ambles down the stairs and grabs his car keys from the small table beside the door. He presses the button to open the car and opens the roof of the convertible. He hops in and I close the door of the house. I get into the car and Sokka drives off.

Sokka looks at me sideways. I can tell he wants to say something to me, but he just doesn't know how to start off. I sigh. This is becoming routine nowadays.

"Yes, Sokka, what is it that you want?"

"Katara, quite a few of the guys in school like you. So..."

I stop him, before he can continue. "Sokka, don't lecture me about boys. What do you think I am going to do? I am not Suki; I won't be throwing myself at guys."

Sokka frowns at the insult. "You are giving her a hard time. She really wants to get to know you. There is no need to be insulting."

I stare at Sokka in bewilderment and I shake my head simultaneously. "Sokka, I don't give her a hard time. Don't you remember what happened in sixth grade?"

"That was just a misunderstanding, Katara."

"Sokka, that was far from a misunderstanding!"

I sit in silence for the rest of the journey to school. I glower, but eventually I give up because my mind wanders to the dream I had, before I was woken by that hideous alarm clock. I make a mental note to throw it into the bin, the minute I get home. The boy in that dream was handsome and sexy. He had jet black shaggy hair and amber eyes. Those were only the two features that I had seen, because the mask was covering his face.

I noticed that he was tall and broad yet lean. He definitely had muscles. When we reach the school, I am so shocked that I forget the entire dream.

Why, you ask. Well, because before my very eyes I see a tall boy standing at the gates, who has shaggy black hair and amber eyes. When he turns his face in my direction, I can see that he has a scar that covers one half of his face. He is definitely a bad boy. He is handsome and sexy and not to mention mysterious. He is a list of opposites and I realise instantly that he will be interesting to get to know.

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