So, um... I, um... I'm new... and I'm not very good at writing... Um... I don't own CSI: New York or the Legend of Korra, and um... please enjoy?

"Happy New Years!" the five family members shouted happily as they touched their glasses of Red Sparkle together and drank.

"So," their mother said immediately taking charge. "New Years Resolutions time."

"Can't this wait till tomorrow?" their daughter whined.

"No!" their mother snapped angrily.

"I agree with Sarah," the three males said looking at the younger brunette, who beamed and drank again from her glass. "We should wait until tomorrow."

"Okay, as soon as we are done with this celebration, Sarah, you are handing over your Nintendo DS consoles, your game boys, your movies, your novels, and especially your laptop! It is time I put you through boot camp, because you clearly haven't sorted out your priorities!" the mother said rounding on her daughter, who immediately reverted back into her comfort zone.

"No! no, I'm not!" Sarah said defensively. "That's all mine, and it's what I use not only for entertainment, but also for learning, okay? Do you have any idea how many college assignments I've done on my laptop?!"

"None," the two brothers snorted with wide grins, sharing an inside joke with each other just by the looks in their eyes.

"No, you freaking idiots, two dozen at the least, and that's not including the computer classes that I took!" she snapped, and the others in the family immediately saw where this was going.

"You're a recluse, you never leave your room," her mother started angrily.

"And I'm not the only one!" Sarah retorted pointing a finger at her brothers. "They never leave their rooms! They spend as much time on school-work as I do, if not a little less, and they spend the remainder of their time playing games, but do you see them coming out here to socialize? No! nobody ever comes out here to socialize, it's just what we do, we all stay in our hiding holes!"

"No, we do not," the boys lied in protest, even though they knew that their sister was right.

"Yes, you do!" Sarah half-shouted back. "Don't you get it? I'm not the only one with this behavior, and yet I'm the only one doing the boot camp that mom has been trying to set up for the past year! Does that seem fair to you? NO!"

"Sarah Naomi Denning, you stop that this minute!" their mother yelled, and both females looked at each other. "We are going to sort out your priorities, you are going to lose all of your electronics, and for that stupid outburst you are going to not only give away all your electronics, but also your dolls, books, and everything but your clothes, bed, desk, and dresser!"

"FUCK YOU! I HATE YOU!" Sarah screamed at her mother, and they all gaped at her sudden use of vulgar language.

"SARAH NAOMI-!" their mother began, but she was cut off by her daughter slamming the door behind her without even grabbing her shoes and a jacket even though it was thirty-five degrees outside and the ground was still covered in water and snow.

"I hate this," Sarah sobbed out into the open night air. "Stupid bitch mother! Why can't she just leave me alone like she has in the past and for the whole part up to this point in my life? She may have been the one to give birth to me, but damn it she's making my life worse than the evil fucking stepmother did in Cinderella!"

"Sarah! Hey, Sarah!" she heard, and she turned to find an old friend of hers from college. "You're barefoot and without a jacket, do you need a ride?"

"I just need to be alone, Carl," she called back, and he frowned. "I'll be fine!"

"Sam just called me, he said that you were upset at your mom," Carl insisted. "Come on, just around the block?"

"I said no, Carl!" Sarah yelled, and he flinched. "Just leave me alone, damn it!"

"Okay, okay, but we're just worried about you," he said defensively.

"No, you're not!" Sarah yelled, and he stared as they reached a red light. "The only time that my parents ever care about me is when I'm doing something stupid or what they would call 'getting my priorities out of line'! what part of 'my life is a living hell' do they not understand?"

"Well, um…"

"Shut up! I wasn't finished!" she shouted, and she heard a phone buzzing. "You know what, forget it!"

Sarah stormed off and ran towards the outskirts of town, and much to her chagrin she was followed by her classmate. She ran harder, and didn't even stop when her lungs began to feel as though they were on fire.

"Sarah, wait, please!" Carl pled, and she shot him a look and stopped to catch her breath.

"If you keep following me I'm gonna get a restraining order on you," she panted, before thinking of something. "And tell my parents that if they ever want to see me again they had better fix their attitudes, because unless they drop their whole 'prison camp' idea that they're putting me through, or put the boys through it as well, then I'm not coming home!"

She turned and stormed off, not even caring what was going on around her anymore. Her feet and ankles were extremely sore, and not just from running. She curled up behind a warehouse, and lay herself out across the cold and wet concrete.

"I wish I was a firebender in the world of The Legend of Korra," Sarah moaned crying to curl up even tighter. "Then I wouldn't be this freaking cold. And then I could have solved that fight with my mom in a freaking Agni Kai. Ugh, and let's not forget that I could have actually spent some time with Carl outside of class doing something that we both would have enjoyed called sparring."

Sarah shivered and gradually let herself nod off into oblivion.

Bolin yawned as he wandered the streets of Republic City. things were still freezing cold, and he was now just wandering to be wandering and to clear his mind from all of Mako's constant scolding. He rounded a corner and was astonished to find that he had tripped over something.

"What the- oh my Pabu," Bolin said stunned as he realized what he had tripped over. "I just tripped over a body…"

So... What do you think? This is one of the fanfics that I have on my flash drive that I just discovered when I was going through it to clean it off. I, um... yeah... I'm not a very good writer, I'm sorry...

Um... can you review, please? I'd like to know how to better improve my writings, and to be able to make more stories that you all would enjoy...