This starts during last period.

After Five

Chapter 1

Meet the Delinquents

-Katara-

Ba Sing Se High had a very special, very simple hierarchy. If you were Azula Sozin, Mai Omashu, Ty Lee, Jet Feng or Zuko Sozin, you were perfection. You never got in trouble, you had perfect grades, you had all the latest gadgets, you were on the school council and always wore the best clothes.

If you were anyone else, you were garbage.

Simple, no?

And that's what I was right now.

"Katara! Get up here right now." Zhao calls me up to the front of the room. I can already hear other mumbling at my back. "Where is your essay on the themes presented in Romeo and Juliet it was due today and you're the only one who didn't hand it in." Zhao had one task in this mundane world and that was ripping into me right in the middle of class.

"That's no true." A voice says from the back of the class. Everyone, including me, turns to see Zuko Sozin stand up from his desk and saunter to the front of the room. "I didn't do it either."

Zhao splutters for a moment. "W-w-hat? You didn't do it?" His furry eyebrows contorted as a grim smile grew on his face. Zuko and Zhao's constant battle was not a well-kept secret. Zhao detested the principal's son but could never lay a hand on Zuko record, as it had been perfect.

Why today though? When did Zuko Sozin suddenly decides that "Hey, I don't need to be the elite of the school anymore"?

"Well, you both will report to detention after school today."

"What?!" I yell, my voice rising much louder than I expected. "Detention? Just for missing an assignment?"

"Let's just say," Zhao's side burns seemed to crackle with pleasure, "I'm in a bad mood today."

"This is all your fault." I mutter to Zuko as we walk to our seats.

He shrugs and slumps in his chair, utterly and completely unfazed that his perfect record has been tarnished.

-Toph-

"One more chance Toph."

"I'm not doing it without my goggles." I glance at the blurry rope hanging from the rafters of our gym.

Mrs. Kwan blasts her whistle in my face. I cringe as the shrill noise hits my sensitive ears. "You know the rules Beifong. No necklaces, earrings, glasses, bellybutton rings, bracelets allowed when climbing the rope and absolutely no-"

"Goggles allowed." I finish under my breath.

The gym teacher eyes me. "Are you trying to be smart Beifong?"

"No ma'am." I do my best to keep a mild tone but a sarcastic edge creeps into my voice.

Mrs. Kwam picks up on it. "Beifong! For your cheek that's five laps around the gym and detention after school today. Are we clear!?"

"Yes, ma'am."

I start to jog around the hardwood floor, making sure to touch each wall as a go around. Any missed lap adds another five.

In the middle the rest of my class has gathered around a long stretch of blue mat. At one end stands a girl with a long braid. She takes a running start before leaping and bounding over the mat to tumultuous applause from the other girls.

"Wow Ty Lee! You're so good!"

"Yeah Ty Lee! It's no wonder your captain of the cheerleader team!"

"Thanks." She laughs and I mime vomiting.

"I SAW THAT BEIFONG!" I groan as the whistle hits my ears again. "Add another five laps! Chop, chop!"

-Sokka-

"What have you made Sokka?" Mr. Piando walks over to my table. I grin at him and lift my invention onto the table covered in a sheet.

"I present," I saw in a loud voice so people at nearby tables can hear me, "The Tomato Tosser Mark 4." The sheet falls from the table revelling a catapult-like machine.

Piando walks around it, examining the delicate mechanics. I stand proudly giving haughty smirks to anyone who glances at me. "How does it work?"

I stare at Piando. "What?"

"I asked: How does it work?"

I smile and reach for my backpack. "I was hoping you'd say that!" A large plastic bag of tomatoes is pulled out of my bag. I take one out and place it in the small holder while my other hand turns a crack, pulling the holder down. "I just need a volunteer to catch the tomatoes."

"I'll do it." Piando says and he limps, with the help of a cane, over to where the tomatoes will land. "Okay Sokka, I'm ready."

I pull the anchor back and the holder flies forward sending a tomato straight…

Straight at Piando's face. Great. He wipes tomato from his face while the class shakes with silent laughter. His grey eyes glare at me while a giant piece of tomatoes slides off his forehead on onto the floor.

"Sokka. Kirima." He pronounces each syllable with a boiling anger in his voice.

"Yes?" I manage to squeak.

"Detention after school."

-Aang-

"Excuse me?" I tap a girl on the shoulder.

She turns around, wiping her mouth after taking a drink from the water fountain. "Can I help you?" She asks, but it seems as though she really doesn't want an answer.

Might as well give it a shot. "Yes, I'm new and I was wondering where the Main Office is?"

She grins and I take step back as her whole leave-me-alone attitude changes into a happy one. "Oh a new kid you say. What's your name?"

"Aang, Aang Gyago."

She offers a hand with perfectly manicured claws. "I'm Azula Sozin." I take her hand and shake it while her amber eyes gleam.

"So the Main Office?" I ask, letting go of her hand and rubbing the spot where her nails dug into the skin.

"It's just over here. I'll take you but there are a few things you need to know about Ba Sing Se High. Actually there are only three things." She starts to walk down a corridor and I follow behind. "The first you need to know is that we call it BSSH for short, if you call it by it's full name you'll be considered uncool until the day you graduate. Secondly you need to know the proper way to introduce yourself to the principal."

"There's a proper way?" I ask, unsure if I should believe that smile or not.

"Of course there is." She comes to a stop outside a door labelled 'Principal Ozai'. "All you have to do is run in and scream really loudly and pull on the headmaster's beard.

"You've got to be kidding me."

She turns away and waves a hand. "It's your choice, don't say I didn't warm you." I feel the colour drain from my face as I decide between following Azula's advice or instinct.

"HI! I'M AANG! PLEASED TO MEET YOU!"

Ozai Sozin, to say the least, was not impressed with my entrance.

It all went downhill from there.

Let's just say my first after school involved a little thing called detention.

Author's Note

Man, I love AUs...

Anyway I was surfing TV and there sitting on the channel was a little show called Radio Free Rosco which was an amazing show while it was running and I thought I could pay a little homage to it's awesomeness!