" Well if you insist. When I was little a bunch of people my dad owed money to, came to our house. I was asleep when I heard some one rumaging through my stuff. I tried to sit back down before he saw me but it was too late. He grabbed me and.. Well ." She broke down.
" HE.. he...he..."
" Never mind, you don't have to tell me if you don't want to." He said hugging her.
" No if I don't tell you I don't know who I will, your so easy to talk to."
" I am? I mean I am."
She giggled a bit. Then her smile turned into a frown as she continued.
" HE raped me. and when my dad came home, he saw him and well he charged him and the man shot my dad, and when my mom came in he shot her too. And that's my story."
" I'm so sorry. Here I want you to meet someone." He said taking her by the hand. They marched over to the bus and she saw to strange looking children talking to the principal. '
" Ila this is Aang and Katara."
" Hi I'm Aang and this is Katara.," HE said motioning to her.
" i'm Ila."
" Nice to meet you." They both replied.
" She volubteered to walk us home." Sokka said grinning widder than the distance from HOpkinsville to Japan.
" Come on you guys right this way."
" So where do you live?"
" Not even a mile from here Aang why do you ask?"
" No reason."
" You guys came on a good night tonight is karoke night."
" Whata what night?" Sokka asked.
" Karoke it's when you sing songs."
" Oh well I would love to hear you sing." she blushed and poked him in the arm.
" Suck up, well we had better get to walking right this way." They walked about half a mile when they reached their friends house the first thing they saw was a little girl petting a gray matlese.
