Hey guys! So this idea popped into my head and I just needed to write, so... here it is. This chapter is pretty short, but I should put more up soon. After I get everything laid out, I'll start accepting prompts for adventures and experiences. As the story goes on, I want to have them all getting older. Anyways, enjoy! Comment with questions, complaints, comments, compliments. I want to hear all of it.
Korra couldn't help but sulk. Trees rushed by her window in a dizzying array of greens and browns, but she didn't want to enjoy the scenery. After all, her life was ending. Her parents didn't even care, all her dad would talk about was the new job he had gotten, and how much better off they would be. A nicer house, a bigger yard, more time with the family… Korra had told him that she didn't want more time with her family, that she liked her friends better anyways. She felt a little bad about it, because her dad had got that broken look in his eyes, the one he got every time she said something mean or hit someone at school. Like shattered, melty ice. She would never let him know she was sorry though. It wasn't even an option. It wasn't her fault that he had made them move to a neighborhood in northern California.
Korra pulled a crumpled picture out of her jean's pocket, staring soulfully at the white puppy occupying the page. Her parents had finally convinced her to leave with them, but only after offering a promise of any dog she wanted at their new house. She had always wanted a puppy, but they had always made up stupid excuses like: "We don't have the money for it." Korra had saved up for a year, and after offering her hard earned tribute: "It would have to be housetrained, and we just don't have the time." Again, Korra had done all the hard work for them, but they were unimpressed by the crudely drawn plans she had laid out for them. It couldn't be that hard! Over the years, she kept finding solutions to their objections, but they had endless new reasons why a puppy would be a mistake. At last, faced with a wet faced, bawling daughter clinging desperately to the frame of her closet so she couldn't be forced to leave, they had promised that in California, a puppy would be found. Korra regretted her moment of weakness, because now she was being carted to an urban house in Sacra-something. Sacratomato? Sacromentia? Someplace with an utterly idiotic name that did not have her old friends.
The scenery had changed from trees to amber hills that arched high into the sky, a road cut like a black snake curling around each hump. The comparison made her wonder if there were any rattlesnakes on the side of the road. She pressed her face to the window, squinting at the scraggy grass. A remnant of a blown tire briefly excited her, but the overall lack of serpents quickly dampened her mood.
"Are we there yet...?" Korra asked her mother, leaning forward and tugging her dark hair. She made a special effort to whine as she asked the question, knowing it would annoy both of them.
Her mother sighed and said, "No, just another five hours." She cast a sour look at her husband. Korra saw it, but her dad missed it, his blue eyes on the road.
The new house wasn't even worth the drive.