I don't own avatar. But... could anyone sell it to me?
Vocabulary:
Maison: House. Pronounced "may-son".
Pas mal: Not bad. Pronounced "paz-mall".
Ca va: Fine. Pronounced "caw-vuh".
Oui: Yes. Pronounced "we".
Amour: Love. Used as a noun here. Pronounced "uh-more".
Chapter One: The Arrival
Aang and Katara stepped out of the taxicab. Aang grabbed their bags and paid the driver.
Katara smiled. " Aang! Look at our maison!"
Aang lifted his eyelids to see a gorgeous cottage. He mumbled," Pas mal." Aang hadn't slept the whole trip to France. How could he? He just lost his job in Paris.
Katara spun around. "Not bad? It's perfect!" She kissed Aang on the cheek. " We can start anew here. Everything is going to be ca va." Katara reassured.
Aang managed a meager smile." Oui. Let's go inside and unpack."
His wife's eyes sparkled with excitement for a moment." Oui! Then I must explore the gardens!"
Katara practically skipped off into the doorway. It made Aang happy, seeing Katara act like that after what had happened in the past few months.
He glanced around. A cobble stone path led up to a small ivy covered cottage. A cottage. A two bedroom, one bathroom cottage. He chuckled. A huge difference from the fancy apartment with a view of the Eiffel Tower they had once lived in. A windy dirt path went in another direction of the main path, which led to the garden. Off in the distance at the end of the trail was the garden. Aang couldn't see it now because of the crumbling marble wall around it. Finally, he walked to the old wooden door, his door. Aang opened it and heard Katara humming in the bedroom.
"Katara? I'll be coming to bed soon." He called.
" Don't take too long amour." Katara replied.
Aang looked to his left. A rug sat on the floor with two chairs surrounding it.
In the middle of the rug there was a wooden table that looked more like a stool. On his left there was a cramped kitchen. On one side of it there was a fridge, stove, oven, and cupboard. The other side had a window, table with four chairs, and a plant that had an unknown name. Aang stumbled into his new room, changed into pajamas, and crawled into bed. He fell asleep thinking ' Here I am at my new house. My new house.'
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