Author's Notes!! (Don't you guys just love these things?)

Okay, this is my second A:TLA fanfic, so be nice! Actually, don't be. I want you to tell me exactly what you think of my story, kay? EXACTLY WHAT YOU THINK OF IT. I want to know what people really think about my writing. You can even flame if you want to. Just tell me what you don't like about it. Don't just be like, I hate your story and you should die and all that. Tell me why you hate my story and why I should die and all that.

Now that we understand each other, let's move on, shall we? This is a Zutara fanfic. If you don't like Zutara, don't flame me for just that. Hit the back button and go look for something else.

Plus, Katara might be a little OOC throughout the story. She cares more about clothes and stuff. She's in the real world, what do you expect? Everyone else might be too. Once again, what do you expect?

Oh, and Zuko still has his scar. I mean, seriously, how would Zuko be Zuko without the scar? But Toph isn't blind. That just wouldn't fit into the story line I wanted, no matter how much I tried.

Disclaimer: I do not, no matter how much I wish I did, own Avatar: The Last Airbender. If I did, Zutara would have happened a while ago, and there'd be more instances of Tokka. Nor do I own Stephenie Meyer's Edward Cullen. Though I seriously wish I did… oh, the things I would do… well, we won't get into that. Let's move on with the story, shall we?

Katara's POV

BEEP.

BEEP.

BEEP.

I groaned and turned over in her bed to press the snooze button on my beeping alarm clock. Why did it always have to go off at the worst times? I was having such a nice dream, too. About Edward Cullen…

Maybe a few more minutes wouldn't hurt… I closed my eyes and started thinking about sleep. Which switched back to thoughts of Edward Cullen, which switched to school, which switched to what today was. Why I'd actually set the alarm in the first place.

I bolted up in bed. "Oh my god!! Today's the first day of high school!" I screamed. Then I started yelling at my poor alarm clock, which had done nothing but try to get me up on time, and had gotten abused while doing its job. "Why didn't you wake me up?!" I screamed to it. "It's all your fault!"

"Katara, are you yelling at your alarm clock again?" My brother's head poked through my door, looking amused.

"Shut up, Sokka! And what did I tell you about knocking?"

He shrugged, looking genuinely confused. "Don't remember." He had the memory span of a dead rock. And rocks can't even die, seeing as they're not alive to begin with, so what does that tell you?

"Figures," I mumbled, still trying to rub sleep out of my eyes.

"Anyway, get up. School starts in an hour." With that, he left.

I sat up and stretched, looking around my room. It looked the same as always. My bed was in the middle of the wall with a window above it, where the watery, early morning light was streaming through, and my desk was across from it. The door was right next to it. My closet doors were open, revealing a bunch of blue, white, and black clothes. I had a hint of other colors too, enough to stop the comments on how I always wore blue, but not much. My dresser was on the other side of my bed.

I got off my bed, yawning loudly, and walked over to the bathroom. I brushed my teeth and then went back to my room to my closet. I picked out a long light blue tank top that could pass as a dress and gambled on whether to wear black or white leggings underneath it. Black to go with the sort of harsh look that looked good anyway, or white to go with the airy, pretty look I liked? It wasn't a hard choice. I picked white, decided I would look for accessories and make-up later, and took a nice, long, hot shower. I loved anything to do with water.

I got out of the bathroom fully clothed and drying my wet hair with a towel. I went over to my dresser and started picking out jewelry. I loved doing this. I got silver and blue earrings that matched really well and a choker with a white bead in the center on a blue woven thread. I picked out a couple of bracelets and evaluated myself in the mirror.

I had mocha colored skin and sea blue eyes, which looked okay, I guess. My hair was dark brown, long, and wavy because I used to put it in a braid all the time when I was little. I let it down now. The blues and whites I had chosen looked amazing with my skin. But it felt boring.

I put on a three-quarters sleeve white shrug and a silver belt over the tank top. There. I was good. I put on some sparkly lip gloss, blue eyeshadow, blue eyeliner, and black mascara on, and ran downstairs.

Sokka's eyebrows shot up went I got to the table. "Wow…you look…wow."

I grinned. "Thank you."

My dad chuckled behind me. "First day of high school, huh, Katara?"

"Yup. How do I look?"

"You're just as beautiful as your mother was." I saw his eyes tighten when he talked about her. My mother had died when I was little, and we've never gotten over it. She had been my best friend. I missed her a lot.

I smiled thinly, and then tried to make a joke out of it. "At least I got it from her and not you," I teased.

He laughed. "Yes, be glad for that."

I smiled back at him and sat down for breakfast. "Hey, where's Aang? Isn't he usually the first one up?" Aang was our foster brother. Both his parents had died when he was young, and we'd taken him in. But he wanted to be more than a brother to me. He wanted to be my (you have no idea how much this sucks to have to write this down) boyfriend. I didn't. Espicially since he was only in seventh grade and really immature. Things had gotten complicated with us ever since that.

Sokka rolled his eyes. "I told him we were having bacon and he disappeared back into his room."

Aang is a pure vegetarian. He never eats meat, no matter what.

"Wow. Is that kid dedicated," I said sarcastically.

"Tell me about it," Sokka agreed.

"Kids, you should probably head out now. I'll get Aang to come down later to he won't be late to school," Dad said.

We stuffed the rest of our breakfast into our mouths, grabbed our backpacks – mine was a dark blue messenger bag – and headed out the door to our bus stop. Sokka was a sophomore, so he didn't know how to drive yet. When he finally got his license, he'd be driving us to school.

The bus came to a shuddering stop on the corner. I took a deep breath and climbed on. High school, here I come.

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