Hi everyone! So I don't know if anyone here ever read fanfictions on Nick's website but that is where I originally posted this. For that reason though, the chapters are a little short because that website had a word count limit. Anyway, I wrote this a while ago and thought I might as well put it up here too. Anyway, I hope everyone enjoys this and reviews are always welcome. Enjoy!
"I can't believe you're doing this to me!" I screamed, which in a tightly packed car isn't the greatest idea.
"He's doing this to me too, Katara, and you don't see me trying to blow out his eardrum."
I glared at my brother Sokka, and he scrunched away from me.
"Katara," my father soothed, "It isn't like I had any choice. My job transferred me. Besides, now we live near your grandmother, so you won't have to be at home alone."
"We didn't mind being at home alone, did we Sokka?"
"Well, not really, but at least I won't have to try and cook things, I'll let Gran do it."
"You're such a pig," I said, angrily. Why couldn't he just back me up? "Besides, I made your food anyway."
"And now you won't have to. See? Everyone's happy."
"It won't be that bad Katara," my dad said.
"Oh, really? None of my friends are here."
"You'll make new friends," Hakoda said.
"You only had two in the first place," Sokka said.
I growled at him, scaring both him and myself.
"Everything will be fine."
We pulled our car into a driveway and the movers pulled right behind us.
"Katara, Sokka, why don't you two go explore the house. I'll talk to the movers."
He threw the keys to me as I climbed out of the car. I caught them easily by the key ring.
The house had a reddish brick and was easily twice as big as our other house. The yard was small, though. We didn't even have a full acre.
I walked to the door which had a small glass window in a half circle. I slipped the key into its hole and walked in.
There was a room to the right and a room to the left. There were no doors to separate the rooms. There wasn't even hinges that doors could go on. In front of me and slightly to the left were carpeted stairs and slightly to the right was a hallway with a dark wooden floor. I walked through the hallway. To the right was a large room that was two stories high. A railing separated the two rooms along with a step. The rooms looped around and I came back to the front door. I climbed up the stairs. I found a few bathrooms, and other carpeted rooms that I assumed would be our bedrooms.
The house was eerie in a way. With absolutely no furniture and no paint, I couldn't even envision living here.
When I scurried back down the stairs, boxes had already crowded into the hallway.
I sighed as I watched the men move the rest of our stuff into the house and where they needed to be.
When they were done, I realized I had wasted my afternoon watching people bring in boxes, making sure they didn't drop my stuff. I looked down at my watch. 6:00.
I sighed, walked over to Sokka, grabbed the knife he had used to open a box, and ripped through the packaging. Inside were sheets for my bed. I pulled the blue fabric out of the box and strolled up the stairs.
My bed and furniture were already in my room; my dad had paid extra for that. I made my bed, and went back downstairs, grabbing another one of my boxes and putting stuff away.
At about eight, I flumped onto my bed. Moving had taken a lot out of me. Plus, there was the time difference. I had originally lived in the east coast and now I had moved to the west coast. Three hours seemed to make a big difference.
I laid down on my bed and stared at the cream ceiling. I hadn't put my posters yet or anything. This house felt so foreign.
I didn't even want to imagine what would happen at school tomorrow. It wouldn't be the first time I had switched schools in the middle of the year and it wouldn't be the last. But the last time I had moved was when I was five. Kids were more accepting then, and I was friends with pretty much everyone. But I had two best friends that I considered my family. Aang and Toph. I couldn't stand leaving them behind. It was so hard to loose friends. To loose family.
Hot silent tears ran down my face and I wiped them away with my palm. My phone rang on the dresser and I sniffled as I reached for it. Toph. I don't think it could physically possible to open the phone faster than I did.
"Toph!"
"Hey," Toph replied.
I wiped the last remaining tear. "I already miss you," I said.
"Oh, I miss you, too."
I heard another phone click. "Hey Katara," Aang's voice popped up. "We're on Toph's home phone. I miss you so much. What's your house like?"
"Big. At least twice as big as my old house. Yet my room is almost the same size."
"You mean it's big?" Toph said with a laugh.
I shrugged. Not that they could tell but I still did. "I guess."
"And what's the weather like there?"
"It's hot and sunny."
"If you just ignore all the negatives," Aang started.
"You'll have lots of fun!" Toph finished.
"Without you guys? I don't think so."
There was a pause and I heard someone yelling in the background.
"My mom's forcing us to get off the phone, but call us after you come home from school. We want to hear all about it. See ya, Katara"
"Bye Toph."
"Bye," said Aang.
"Talk to you soon," I said.
I closed my phone and buried my face into my pillow and let the tears come.