Cauchemar-"nightmares"

Merci-"thank you"

Je suis sincerement desole(e)-"I'm truly sorry"

I'm proud to present the second chapter of Kataang in France! I hope this explains some confusions people have had. Moving on, I don't own avatar. Moving on AGAIN, since I don't like admitting avatar isn't mine, I hope you enjoy Cauchemaur!

Aang walked out of his bedroom. He was back at his apartment in Paris! The paintings, the furniture, the enormous T.V., it was all there. He looked around at all of it. Katara was humming in the kitchen.

She stopped. " Aang? Is that you amour?"

Aang walked into the room. " Oui. Bonjour Katara!"

She smiled and nodded. " Bonjour. Shouldn't you go to work soon?"

" Oui, soon." He sipped from an elegant cup filled with coffee.

Aang grabbed his suitcase and said," Au revoir Katara." He stepped into the elevator with Sokka, Katara's brother.

Sokka greeted Aang. " Bonjour Aang!"

Aang smiled. " Bonjour."

Sokka lived in the same building as Katara and Aang. He was married to Suki, but she traveled a lot. They were almost never together. Sokka also worked with Aang, but he was considered more important there because he had been there longer. The company sold appliances like coffee makers and microwaves.

Sokka and Aang got into a cab. Aang said," So, is Suki still in Italy?"

Sokka sighed. " Oui. I don't know when she will come back."

They both got out of the taxi and said," Merci." Then they entered the huge building in front of them. Phones rung, papers shuffled, and people were typing on their computers.

" Adieu." Sokka walked into a meeting room with some papers.

Aang sat down at his desk and typed a report on how many people buy their brand of blenders. He mumbled and typed," Experts say our blender is 10% more quiet than all leading brands!'"

" Aang. Aang report to Mr. Moreau immediately," the secretary to the CEO said over the intercom.

Aang cocked his head in question but then shrugged. He walked into his boss's- Mr. Moreau- office. Mr. Moreau sat behind a big wooden desk fiddling with a pen.

Aang stood up straight and said," Bonjour Mr. Moreau," like he was in the army.

" Not good for you. I don't know how to tell you this, so I will just say it. You're fired."

Aang stopped standing up straight. He stopped feeling like today was going to be a good day. For a few seconds, his heart just… stopped. Aang was shocked. He laughed uncomfortably as his eyes ran back and forth from wall to wall. " Uh, monsieur. Do you mean moi? What… how… why Mr. Moreau?"

Mr. Moreau sighed and set his pen down. " We had to make some cut backs and, you've only been here for eight months. Je suis sincerement desolee."

Aang said," Au revior, Mr. Moreau," as he stepped outside the office of his ex-boss. ' Huh. Fired. What will I do? What will I do? Our apartment isn't cheap. And, oh Katara, sweet innocent Katara. How will I tell her?' he thought.

Aang jerked up in his small bed. He looked around, dazed. He thought,' Oh right. My new life in a tiny bed in a tiny room in a tiny cottage outside of Paris.' Aang hated having flashbacks/dreams about when his and Katara's troubles started. Light streamed in through the window. He knew it must be at least 9:00 AM. He put on his clothes, brushed his teeth, combed his hair, and opened the bedroom door.

Pretty good for an eleven year-old who doesn't speak french, eh? Well, who knows when the next update will be so enjoy this while it lasts!

KK Kataang