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KORRA

My name is Korra Aldinston, a sixteen year old girl who believes that anything is possible as long as you don't give in to any temptations in life.

My father is the CEO of our company, Water Works, while my mother...she is our housewife and tends to care for my little cousins, Jinora, Ikki and Meelo, not to mention Uncle Tenzin and Aunt Pema lives nearby.

I study in the Republic City Academy, where a lot of teenagers like me also does the same.

My passion is sports.

I love to play any kinds of sports like basketball, tennis, volleyball, baseball...yeah, anything.

Some may call me that I'm like this tomboy, but it's cool.

Between girls and being tomboy, I'm somewhere in the middle.

I have a lot of friends in our school and in the neighborhood, probably because I always play in Varsity Sports Tournament.

But, my close friends are really Asami, Bolin, and my new friend...Jade.

Asami and I, well...we are opposites. She likes to be pretty all the time since her dad is also rich and their company works with the agencies. Her dark hair was always curled when she comes to school and she loves to wear makeup and paint red manicure on her long, beautiful nails. But, aside from that, she and I always gets along no matter what.

Bolin is also my closest friend. He's really funny, cracking weird jokes all the time. He also has the same dark hair like Asami's and emerald eyes. He and his brother, Mako, had been adoptive sons ever since their parents died in the battle between the Fire Nation and the Earth Kingdom. But, aside from that, I really couldn't help but wonder where did Bolin get his features from.

Jade and I met on the first day when we were only fourteen years old. She was this kind girl to me, even though she was a little aloof and boy-crazy sometimes. Her blonde hair was always dyed with red highlights and she looks like a punk whenever we always get along. Nevertheless, she's like my over-protective sister and she never forgets to remind me that she's always beside me.

So, now that you know a little about me, let's head to the story.

Shall we?

"Korra!" Asami and the others waved at me as I approached them, panting and tired from running so long.

"Oh, man..." I panted, smiling. "Guess I'm the last one to reach this gate."

"Hell yeah, you are!" Jade laughed. "And now for the punishment."

"Punishment?" I frowned.

"You don't remember?" Bolin replied, like it was already obvious.

I stood up straight and stared at them three, folding my arms over my chest.

"Come on, guys. Stop messing with me already." I said, smiling still.

"Okay, fine." Asami laughed, their hands raising up in surrender. "Jade, explain the details, please."

Jade nodded and continued, "Whoever reaches the last place, shall treat us the whole day...no exceptions."

"What?!" I exclaimed, shocked.

"Yup." The three chorused."No exceptions!"

Wow, they said 'no exceptions' like it was a big deal or something. And what's worse is that I don't have the money to buy treats. Dad gave me a fair allowance for me to use thriftly the whole week.

And I don't do thrifty, so...

"But, we still have to get to class." I protested.

"Nuh-uh, girl," replied Jade, who extended out her palm. "You still owe me a debt, remember?"

Okay, Plan A didn't seriously work so we'll just use Plan B for escape.

"Um, yeah, later." I hurried inside, ignoring Jade's extended palm and reached for the stairs that led to the second floor.

I can hear their voices behind me so I quickly searched for my class schedule inside my bag and looked at it.

Hmm...Homeroom? Fair enough.

"Korra! Stop!" I can hear Asami and Jade's voice just a distance away.

Gotta run fast!

I swerved through the corridors, searched for the classroom 4-A and bumped into some seniors along the way, not apologizing for any of it, since I only have ten minutes before the school bell rings.

Some of them said, "Ouch. Watch it!", "Stupid girl!", or the typical, "Oh god, hey, Korra!", "Korra! It's Korra!"

Heh. They weren't watching their backs so maybe it's okay.

Room 3-A...

I passed by a dozen of rooms so far and it seems that my room is somewhere in the last section.

Room 3-C...

Room 4-D...

Here!

I halted to a stop as soon as I saw the signboard, Room 4-A, avoiding my head.

Thank goodness! Asami and the others were not around!

I was about to step inside when Ms. Beifong interrupted me from doing so.

"Ms. Aldinston!" cried Ms. Beifong, glaring at me.

I looked at her and noticed her usual features.

Her hair was already grey-white, like she was already in the 50's of her age and wore green uniform clothing, as a sign that she was longer than most of the teachers.

Her scar extends from her upper cheek to the lower, which made her less beautiful and more terrifying.

She could've been a beautiful lady if not for that scar.

"Yes, Ms. Beifong?" I asked.

"Why are you such in a mess, child?" She said, looking down at my clothes in disgust. "Go hurry and fix that crooked bow of yours or else its detention!"

That's Ms. Beifong, the mostly strict among all of the teachers. Just a simple asymmetrical adjustment on some part of your clothing can be a very deadly mistake.

"Uh..y-yes, Ms. Beifong." I stammered, and scurried away to the bathroom.

After the first bell rang, the homeroom class starts.

Ms. Beifong didn't announce any seating arrangements, so I sat at the middle row of the room.

This time, she began discussing about how nature is related to the psychological attributes of one person and how it can affect others.

God, it was so damn boring, I can't help but feeling that I shouldn't have payed attention and skip this stupid class and move on to the next one.

But, not until she started slapping desks and scolded everyone who tries to sleep.

I was like, What?

She had this long rod that keeps everyone awake when she slaps it on your desk. It was so creepy that I decided to just listen and keep silent.

"Oh, for God's sake!" A boy next to my right complained, in a whispered manner. "This class is annoying as Ms. Beifong our teacher is."

I tilted my head and stared at the boy.

His hair was brown-chocolate, close-cropped and neat, while his eyes had the same color and his face has a hard expression that looks commanding and attractive.

He was wearing a simple red shirt, jeans and sneakers.

I get the feeling that he was talking to me so...

"Hah, I know right. Boring and stupid." I replied, in a whispered tone.

The boy turned to me and smiled. "Not really stupid, just annoying."

Then extending his palm at me, he introduced himself. "I'm Iroh, by the way. And you are?"

"Korra." I smiled back and took his hand, shaking it. "Korra Aldinston."

"Nice to meet you, Korra. It's a pretty name." He and I pulled away, smiling.

The boy, Iroh, was handsome, not doubt. He had this face that would attract hundreds of girls from miles away. But for me, he was just fine.

"Okay, listen, buddy." I teased. "I don't really blush when I hear that because everyone thinks I'm a tomboy here."

"Interesting." Iroh smirked. "But, what do you think?"

I was about to answer his question when another boy of the same age interrupted our ongoing conversation.

"Would you mind?! You two are both more annoying than the teacher." A rude and cool voice interrupted to my left.

I tilted my head to the other side and noticed a boy slumped in his seat and looking at both of us, scowling.

His hair was also neat, dark and pointed on the front, like he used some gel to look that way.

His eyes had the most drowning factor while he looks at us.

Not to mention, he was wearing a black aviator jacket, with a red scarf wrapped around his neck, grey undershirt, dark jeans and black leather shoes.

I was like, Woah, this guy came from a rock band or something.

"Um, excuse me, Mako." Iroh shot back at him, glaring at the boy who rudely interrupted us.

Huh, so this boy's name is Mako.

"Shut up, Iroh. You're not even supposed to be in this class," The boy, Mako, sneered, with this all-cool look on his face.

"Don't you dare shut up me, you asshole!" Iroh snapped. "I was just talking to Korra and you interrupted us like nothing!"

Mako looked at me for a moment, then smirked.

God, he looks like someone I watched from a movie.

"Who's she?" Mako smirked. "You're girlfriend?"

Oh, man. He did not just say the 'G' word.

"I'm not his girlfriend!" I spoke up, glaring at him. "And who are you anyway to judge him and me?"

Finally, the school bell rang three times, that marked the end of our homeroom session with Ms. Beifong.

"Mako." He replied, giving me a conceited look. "And if you don't want to be beaten up, better get out of my way."

Mako stood up, grabbed his bag and headed out of the classroom.

I gave Iroh a look like, What was that about?

Iroh laughed at my look.

"It's cool. Mako can just be a total weird-ass but don't worry, he's just like that." He reassured me.

I smiled and gazed upon the window that leads to the other side.

Mako, huh?

I'll keep that in mind.