"She should be ashamed of that behavior, we are ashamed because of her" I heard girls mumbling while walking past me, quickly going back to talking about the usual, boys, new clothing shops or restaurants, nothing of real interest to me, nothing of real importance at all.
The people here don't know anything about this world. They dont know there's a war and the ones that do ignore this fact. I know I do the same. Ignoring it, never bringing it up. It's the way of surviving here, putting the thoughts of luck above your fighting spirit. Here in this city, I have grown up to be an normal kid. Here in Ba sing se where the lies are great, but the city and the walls even greater.
"Are you reading about the firenation again, are you?" I lowered my book as I heard the voice of my best friend whisper in my ear, afraid someone would hear her. "It's history, common knowledge" "Then why are you hiding it in your schoolbook?" I smiled a little, acknowledging getting caught "To be sure, it's fine, kyaru"
Kyaru is an refugee. A quite new one actually, she had been here for almost a year. Both her and her parents survived an firenation attack, but her friends and boyfriend got locked up, if they are even still alive. She once told me this in one of her first weeks here, but now she keeps a straight face. She goes with the lies of the city. I go with it, but I've been here for so long.. Six years, or something like that. This has become my home, but my heart is longing for something more, something I now find in books, illegal ones at that.
I learn myself earth bending, history, the basic knowledge about all the elements and the war-which is the worst here-.
I walked through the city, green clothing as a sign of pride to be in the eartkingdom everywhere. The tea shop I loved passing me, me walking a little back and walked into it. "Oy old man!" I yelled happily "The usual?" he asked "You know it"
To be honest, the tea in my favorite tea shop isn't the best tea. I have my reasons for coming here.
I sat down, trying to concentrate on my book with all the people watching me and me trying to calm myself with tea. Loosing my concentration soon enough, "Old man, have you ever wondered, how the wall would look if they let everyone draw and paint on it, It would be so colorful and happy" "No I'd get an headache for sure!"
My fingers were already tapping, tingling, nervously moving as if they were going on a first date with a really handsome male finger of someone else. I couldn't controle them. Though it almost was like a secret date for me. Every evening. It was something that kept me going, that gave me goosebumps and butterflies.
In my impatience I walked outside leaving the last bit of tea in my cup. In a quick pace I walked to the house two doors next to the tea shop and walked into the empty house. Quickly, my eyes scanned everything around me before hitting the ground, making it as soft as mud before jumping into it. Basically diving into the ground before I felt the air again, falling to the ground I noticed. I was in my practicing hall again. Without a second of thinking I had rocks flying everywhere, building the hall up, breaking it down. Using it for small details like holding my mouth cap on. Everything could get better. My ways of the swort, my power, my rest, even the love between me and earth, everything could go harder, more precisely.
"You're late, again" I bowed to the head of the orphanage, "I don't cook to give you cold food, chiyo" I smilled slightly "It's okay, cold food actually tastes really good" he sighed extremely hard, almost as if he'd wake the younger kids with it "It's only a few months untill you're Yakutara and you're acting like a kid" "Don't worry I'm all grown" The yakutara is the day you finish school and go to live on your own. The orphanage will no longer take care of you, they say they never will again, that you'll stand for it totally alone but I'm quite sure everyone will try to give me help I don't want. Where the weird name came from is a mystery to me aswell, so is what it means. "I'll be fine, go on a vacation,"
Okay so maybe i am a little too easy going. The whole sentence 'It'll be fine, just chill' is probably my life story. Even if my curiosity takes the better of me it will never get me in the stress. I will always do what I want to. I will always be there for these people for this life, for these books and for my heart, No matter how rebellious I'll get, because to be honest you haven't really seen anything about life here yet.