U.G.A law # 30: All persons to possess the ability to manipulate the elements around them will be captured and sentenced to either A) A life time in solitary confinement B) Immediate execution, with or without state court approval. Those who attempt any form of revolt and/or use violence against any enforcer of this law will either spend either a lifetime in confinement or receive a death sentence. Any person who allows refuge for a bender under the same personal residence will undoubtedly be sentenced to death.

In other words, anyone who was a bender or supported benders would die or would be locked up in jail for life.

Though this law was created over 100 years ago, it still caused me to live in fear every single day.

CHAPTER 1

I looked at the ceiling through tangled lashes as I forced myself to wake from a warm, sleepy state. I pushed off my teal-blue blankets from my heated body, leaving the brutally cold air nipping at my bare arms and legs. I turned my head, and stared at the alarm clock, which was perched precariously close to the edge of my bed table. I pushed the clock back, before it toppled over onto the wooden floor, and red the red numbers on it. 07:23 I glared at the clock in annoyance; the alarm didn't go off, yet again.

"I really need to get a new clock..." I muttered to myself. I pushed my legs over to the side of my bed, which creaked loudly as I jumped off, and proceeded t walk over to my bathroom to examine my reflection in the mirror.

Makeup was smeared in all the wrong places, making white and black blotches over my copper skin. My waterproof mascara and eyeliner was still intact, and my mahogany colored hair only needed a hair brush to be run through it a few times. I was wearing my favorite sleek, blue nightgown, which had white lace running along the hem of my dress that brushed the skin just below my knees, and had a slight bit of cleavage peeking through. It was a lovely gown, but not really suitable for sleeping in, for it left the skin on my arms and legs uncovered and bare to the bitter cold, winter nights of Terra.

Now, I was more accustomed to cold weather (as to being the fact that I was born and raised in the icy tundra of the Shui tribes,) but at least the local clothing departments didn't just only sell skimpy, little night gowns. That was one of the only downsides to living in Terra; the revealing, tight, plastic clothes. But besides that, the schools, technology, clothing, and pretty much everything was more advanced in Terra. Before, I only had a little, run down television and a pre-owned Ipod with a crack running through the screen to keep me happy. It wasn't even a good Ipod; only 3gb. Now, I had more access to modern day devices, like hover boards, P.I watches (portable internet watches), pocket-sized holographic projectors, smart rooms, interactive mirrors which suggested outfits and styles, and more. When you walked down the street, brightly colored windows lined the buildings, and some places, like the apple store of some clothing stores had interactive windows, where you can access a full catalogue of their items before you walk in the store. The plastic sidewalks were always dazzling shades of orange, chartreuse, vermillion, magenta and more, with white metal street lamps lighting each corner with a burning, white light. Glossy, no-wheel cars drove down navy blue plastic-paved roads, and massive holographic screens were plastered at many building sides, broadcasting news to people on the streets below.

Living in Terra was like a technological dream.

I walked into my bathroom, said the voice command for the lights, and pressed the red button on the side of my mirror, which made a little ping noise, and turned yellow, then green. A blue surge of life rippled through the mirror, and the time, 07:25, appeared in pink letters on the top right-hand corner of the screen. "Good morning, Katara." The mirror said in a robotically sweet voice.

"Morning." I responded drearily.

"Would you like to see today's recommended choice of clothing?" It asked.

"Of course."

"Very well." The screen then flashed briefly, and a transparent box appeared around my reflection. The mirror made several separate boxes around different points of my image, and then matched it with the best option for dressing that day. It picked out, from my collection of clothes, a tight, electric blue shirt with a belt around the waist that clasped in the front, a silver chain belt, shiny, black skin jeans, and some 4 inch,black, plastic heels.

"Something a little more school appropriate please." The image disappeared, and was replaced with a loose, soft blue tank top with ruffles along the edge, a pair of dark navy blue skin jeans with zippers at the bottom, and some closed-toe one inch, stormy blue heels, and a long, stormy gray cardigan.

"Better." I said. I walked over to my closet, put on the recommended outfit, brushed my hair, and went on with doing my normal morning routine. Eventually, about 30 minutes had gone by, and the school mobile was coming.

"Sokka! Come on! Almost time to go!" I called out to my brother.

No response.

"Sokka!"

Still no response.

I marched over to his room next to mine, to find my brother snoring on his bed, arms splayed out, blanket and sheets strewn all over that floor.

"Sokka! Wake up you short-circuited moron! The bus arrives in 15 minutes." I yelled.

"Katara.. leave me alone! I don't want to got to school today!" Sokka said irritatedly, his voice muffled through his... unwashed pillow.

"Sokka, get up. Now."

"No."

"Yes! UP!" With that, I walked over to his bad, and slapped him on the back of his knees.

"HOLY SPIRITS, Katara!" Sokka yelled, his voice cracking, as he jumped from his bed.

"Good, your up. Get ready. It's time to go to school."

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His black, scruffy hair was brushed down neatly, his shirt white with two single green stripes going down one side completely wrinkle free and slightly reflective like most clothes are. He wore loose skin jeans and white, no lace shoes with a faint, green light at the front of them adding a unique twist to his outfit, finished off with a black hoodie made of a very shiny, plastic like materiel. He looked into his mirror, and stared at the light blue arrow tattoo on his head before covering it with a plastic, somewhat translucent, barely blue baseball cap with a metal rim.