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Here's my first story. Not much to say other than I'm relatively new to the writing scene, but I perform singing and acting and pretty much everything else already, so don't be afraid to let me have it on the criticism. I'm a big boy, I can handle it. (I'd especially like anything as far as things that I might be doing wrong on this specific site to be noted as well because I want to make sure that I'm operating on the same page as everyone else on this site.)

Chapter 1

He slowly opened one eye, and then the other, as was routine. He woke up to many feelings that morning. Tired, hungry, thirsty, dirty, wet…

"Wet?" he thought. "Why do I always wake up wet? Why is it always me?" He then turned to Momo, "WHY CAN'T YOU GET WET!!" he yelped.

Sokka carried on for a few minutes trying to reason out how he could have possible drooled enough in his sleep to create the overbearingly moist feeling in his shirt, until he heard laughter behind an odd-shaped rock.

It wasn't even correct to call it odd-shaped because rocks are naturally oddly shaped and not straight, contrary to the boulder his eyes were presently set upon. It was still early and his mind was working at a slower pace than normal, which explains the five minutes of trying to remember where he had seen a rock like this one before.

Finally, by the time he realized that this could be nothing other than a devious act by his traveling partner Toph who's masterful earth-bending gives way to such perfectly straight boulders such as the one he was currently gazing at.

However, as surely as the sun will rise over the wide rolling pastures of the Earth Kingdom tomorrow morning, the culprits (Toph, Aang, and Katara) had already long since made an escape and covered their tracks.

After realizing the overwhelming duping that had just been laid upon him, Sokka set off on his daily tasks.

First, there was the most unpredictable job of his, hunting their daily meal.

Now, for Sokka, this could sometimes be more of a challenging task than it would be for, well…any other person, because Sokka lacked something that most people have some form of; any kind of understanding of the world around him or her. He would wonder around for hours sometimes before even realizing that he was wearing shoes that made more noise than was tolerable for proper hunting.

Finally, by the fifth try to take them off, he would always eventually either get them off, or rashly take out his sword and take a nice, deep slice at them in order to create a looser fitting shoe, which always proved to be not only quite useless, but often times painful as well.

Then, once the shoe problem was solved, he still had trouble finding food. Well, this is not entirely correct. Sokka never had any problem finding honey, or dead carcasses of long since passed rabbit-swine.

However, unfortunately for poor Sokka, this food was already claimed by various types of dog-bees or porcupossom, whom would leave their various marks on him to show their disapproval of his attempted theft of their daily nutrition.

Eventually though, Sokka would always find a nice stream to settle down and catch a few turtle-fish for his traveling companions.

This is not to imply that Sokka disliked fishing. It actually happened to be one of his favorite things to do on his own time. But the problem with turtle-fish is, well, the problems with the turtle-fish include the fact that to cook any meat, the animal itself must first be gutted and cleaned.

But, deshelling turtle-fish is not a job for the faint at heart, especially the faint at heart with a big knife, as Sokka also learned on several different occasions.

However, once he got past all of the scars, the profuse bleeding, and the worst part; crying to his sister for a quick heal; turtle-fish not only had the skimpiest assortment of meat of all of the in-season game, but also the most unfavorable taste. Appa, Sokka's and the rest of his companions' mode of transportation (he was a flying bison), would sometimes create cyclones in mere seconds at the horrendous smell of the meat.

All things considered however, Sokka was the only source of food coming into their bellies, so the Gaang (as they called themselves) decided not to complain too much about the lack of a desirable meal.

This is not to say, however, that the rest of the Gaang let him off the hook from their daily assortment of pranks and jokes. Yes, as it seemed, poor Sokka had the worst of it.