~Chapter One; Oh, Crap~

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If you were to ask one of the people who knew me best, they would tell you to pity me. That I was one of the people who needed benefits the most. But really, they don't even know me. No one does, and I like to keep it that way. My secrets are too precious for me to have to tell people who want to be my "friends," especially when you had secrets as big as mine and even your own family turned against you. My name is Misa, and you don't want to know me.

I don't really know much about my past, but what I do know gives me nightmares. I know that when I was born, I was different than anyone else to have lived. I knew that my father was scared of what might happen to me or what I might do to his family. He didn't want them hurt physically or mentally, so he lied and said that I was a stillborn. My mother became depressed, and soon after she began to have fits. I don't know of what kind, but I knew that they eventually killed both her and my father. But I'm still not certain that that's exactly right, because I get my information where ever I can get it, even if the people aren't reliable. That's all I can put together, and that's the best I can do.

I'm a ginger, one of the very few in existence. My pale complexion and freckled face stands out like a sore thumb, so my hood is usually always up, and my hat almost never leaves my head. I keep my distance from almost everybody, but I do still have quick interactions with a few people. I live in one of the nicer allies in Republic City, and I fend for myself like any other street kid does. Only, when the goons come across me, they sprint as fast and as far as they can.

As I walked the streets one cold February morning, I ran into a few of the goons from the Triple Threat Triad. Everyone in the gang hated me so much, I was legendary between them. There were stories about all the things I had done to them, and even I was impressed about some of the ways the story tellers had made me sound. So I roughed them up, told them to leave me alone, when I felt one jump up from behind me and try to tackle me. I moved, but only just in time to get everything but my foot out of the way. The majority of his weight landed on my foot, for sure breaking it. I froze him to the street before knocking him out with a round house kick.

As I hobbled away from the seen, my vision started to go fuzzy. Little black spots swam around my sight, warning me of the next unfortunate event. I grabbed a passer byer by the arm who happened to look like Benji and whispered a quick, "Help." Before I faded into the darkness.

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Bolin's POV:

I was walking back to the docks to get back to Air Temple Island, when a young girl about the age of 15 grabbed my arm. I looked into her eyes and was startled by what I saw. The irises of her eyes were to different colors, the right eye blue and the left eye green, both with a ring of gold surrounding the pupil, looking like a flame. But what startled me about the girl's eyes most was the fact that they were starting to roll back into her skull. She whispered a quick, quiet help before falling like a rock. Luckily, I caught her and was able to carry the scrawny girl back to the docks with me, where I boarded the boat and was on the way to the island. That's when she slowly began to wake up, and things got even worse.

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Misa's POV:

When I finally managed to get my eyes a little bit open, I noticed the face of the boy staring down at me. He was about my age, but he looked too friendly and sturdily built to be any of the street kids I knew. When he realized that I was waking up, concern flit through his eyes. He cradled me in his strong, sturdy arms, and whispered soothing words to me. I was almost mesmerized by him, but confusion slowly came over me. Although my vision was still blurry, I knew he wasn't Benji. But I wasn't really in the mood for kidnapping.

"Who are you?" I whispered, hating myself for how weak my voice sounded. He had started to say something, before the black spots danced in my vision, taking me out once again.

When I awoke, I was in a bed. This wasn't completely new to me, but it was up there. I usually slept in a door frame, the one owned by the people who wanted to take me in. But they don't have a lot of money, and they have a lot of kids. So I declined, but promised I would stick around. And when I promise, you can take that to the bank, because I don't back out of my promises. But some nights, when most of them had gone somewhere, Keera would make me sleep in one of the beds.

I finally managed to swing my feet around the side of the bed and see how broken my foot was. I was glad that no one had taken off my snug fitting boots, or else the swelling would have been awful. As I put a little weight on it, I winced as pain shot through my entire foot. That's when I noticed he was there. The boy who had helped me, was sitting in the corner of the room. He looked up when I winced, but now he had a look of concern on his face. He started to say something, when I realized his voice was one of the pitches I couldn't hear.

Another little secret. I'm partly deaf. I can only hear some pitches, sometimes I can't even hear my own voice. I've learned how to deal with it, mostly just reading lips. But my vision was still funky, and I couldn't make out the words he was saying. I shook my head at him and waved him over. He slowly walked over towards me, and I thought he was trying to ask me some questions. Finally I saw his lips move and tried to read them. I wasn't on my game, so I just shook my head. He looked me over and left the room. He came back with a girl in tow. I know she was a Water Tribe, her dark skin and hair,
but blue eyes. She looked at my hair and I reached back to make sure I still had something on, my hood or hat. Luckily, I felt fabric and sigh, pulling my hood up over my hat to make sure not a bit of my hair stuck out.

When she walked in, she looked me over and noticed my foot. She whispered something to the boy and walked out of the room, to return with a bowl of water. I looked at her thankfully and eased my boot off. I think I heard them gasp at the state of it, and I'll admit, it was pretty bad. The skin was all black and blue and purple. It was quite a sight. The girl ended up fainting, and the boy rushed over to help her. I shook my head grinning as I bended the water off of the ground and started healing my leg. By the time she was on her feet again, I had finished healing my foot and had put my boot back on. She realized that I had healed my foot and she started talking to me. Luckily, I could actually hear her.

"Hi there." She said. "I'm Avatar Korra, and this is my friend Bolin."

I looked at her in complete shock. She was the Avatar, which meant I was on Air Temple Island. Which also meant Keera would be very worried about me. I needed to leave, and get back to the street, but healing my foot had taken a lot of energy out of me. That's why I hate healing, but I do it anyway. They must have seen the panic in my eyes, because the boy started asking me questions again. I shook my head yet again and sighed. I turned to Korra to try and make her understand, but she couldn't. Finally, I decided that I best talk to her so I could leave.

"Avatar Korra," I spoke in a pitch I couldn't really hear, but there was nothing I could do about it. "I am sorry but I can't understand your friend. You see, I am partly deaf and I can't even hear what I'm saying right now, but I must go. Thank you for your help, but I have to get back . . . home." The way I said home, it didn't sound as though it were actually one. They both looked me over and started talking. I could only hear Korra, but she had changed her tone, changing her pitch. I sighed and buried my face in my hands. When I looked up again, they were both staring at me.

"What?" I asked as they continued staring at me. I realized that I was bending the dirt off my shoes into different shapes to calm myself down. I guess they noticed, because they were giving me the dear-in-the-headlights look. I smiled sheepishly and let the dirt fall to the floor.

"So you saw that, right?" I asked, my voice filled with dread and my form echoing it. They gave me small nods. Well, crap. At least not all of my secrets are out. I mean they still don't know a lot about me, right? They can't even begin to guess any of my important secrets, which is the only good thing about this situation.

As I walked to the water's edge, I turned around once again to say thank you, then I bended the water into an air bubble, before I created a tunnel that lead straight to Keera's door step. And boy, was she glad to see me.

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