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Chapter One: Aang

Aang is a twelve year old boy living in an orphanage from birth. He never knew his parents, except that they died in a fire. Since then, he's been taken care of by a place called The Southern Home for Boys. Aang is liked by many kids at the Home, but there are many adults who would love to get rid of him. Not because he did anything wrong, but because they were miserable and hated that he was always so happy. Aang is a good kid, never getting into trouble, always doing what he's told, and loves to help people where and whenever he can. One day he would have to help himself.

Two years earlier

"Give me that, it's mine!" yelled a scruffy looking kid.

"No, it's mine, what do you need it for, anyway?" said the other kid as they both tried to grab a basketball from one another. The two kids were in the school yard playing basketball when they decided they didn't want to share.

Suddenly a young boy walked out and grabbed the ball from them.

"Hey Aang, what are you doing?" asked the scruffy kid.

"Well if you two aren't going to share, I have an idea," said Aang, smiling.

"What is it?" asked the other kid.

"Why don't you two play Redemption, and whoever wins gets to keep the ball," Aang suggested.

Both boys looked at each other. "Fine!" They both said at the same time.

"Great." Aang said, happy he solved another problem. After this Aang walked over to his best buddy, Father Gyatso. "Hey Gyatso!" Aang said to get his attention.

"Why, hello Aang. I saw what you did over there, nice work," the Father said.

"Thanks, I just hate to see family fighting like that. I mean Wei Jin and Jin Wei are twin brothers and they never get along," Aang said, scratching his head.

"They are just being kids, Aang," Gyatso said, putting his hand on Aang's shoulder.

"Yeah, I guess you're right, kids." Both Aang and Gyatso began to laugh.

Later that night, Aang was sitting in his room, doing the same thing he does everyday before he goes to sleep. He stares out the window while all the other kids sleep. He thinks about his parents. He doesn't really remember them, except, sometimes he thinks he sees their faces in his dreams. Aang wonders what life would have been like if they never died. He knows that his parents would want him to be a good kid, go to school, and to college. Things that normal parents would want. But he saw things like this on television. Aang believed he would never know what it's like to have parents. It wasn't so bad, he still had Father Gyatso, who has been his best friend since he came to the orphanage when he was two years old.

Aang heard footsteps heading his way. He quickly rushed into his bed and threw the covers over himself and began to fake snore. He remained still as he heard the footsteps getting closer.

"It's okay Aang, it's me," the voice said, coming from behind him.

"Gyatso?" Aang asked, turning around.

Gyatso laughed to himself a little. "What are you doing up so late?" the Father asked.

"Nothing important," Aang replied, looking the other way.

"Come on, Aang. You can trust me."

"I was thinking about my parents. I wish I could remember them more. All I can remember is their faces and I'm not even sure if it's theirs." Aang looked back at Gyatso.

"All that matters is that they loved you very much, and that you are still okay," Gyatso said, rubbing Aang's bald head. Aang looked up to Gyatso so much, that he shaved his head to look like Gyatso's. "Don't worry about it for now. Just get some rest, my young friend," Gyatso said, walking away. Aang turned around and lied back, closing his eyes slowly as he quietly fell asleep.

The next morning, Aang ran to the cafeteria to get some breakfast. Aang is a vegetarian, so he only eats things like fruit and meatless sandwiches.

"Hey Afiko, what's for breakfast?" Aang said grabbing a tray.

"Today is peanut butter and banana sandwich day," he said happily.

"I love that, it's my favorite," Aang said, licking his lips.

"Mine too, but the other children don't think so," Afiko said, putting the sandwich on Aang's tray.

"That's because they don't appreciate good food when they see it," Aang said, walking away as he grabbed himself a carton of milk. Aang went over to sit with Wei Jin and Jin Wei, who were fighting over a napkin.

"Why are you guys fighting over a napkin?" Aang asked, opening his milk carton.

"It's the last one," said Wei Jin.

"Yeah, and I need it, I have milk on my face," said Jin Wei.

"Just use your sleeve," Wei Jin said, demonstrating.

"If that's the way you do it, then why do you need the napkin?" Jin Wei said to his brother's face. Suddenly Aang just grabbed the napkin and ripped it evenly in half. He then handed each half to both brothers. They just stared at him as he handed it to them. Jin Wei began to wipe his mouth, while Wei Jin used his to blow his nose.

Aang eye twitched a little from hearing the sound of Wei Jin's nose blow.

As Aang went to take a bite out of his sandwich, he felt a hand touch his shoulder. Aang took a deep breath as he dropped his sandwich. He looked back to see Father Gyatso standing with a woman.

"How's breakfast Aang?" asked the woman smiling at him. Aang looked her up and down, with a curious look in his eyes.

"I don't know, I haven't tried it yet." Aang said, smiling embarrassed. He wasn't used to seeing women.

"Aang, I want you to come with us." Gyatso asked. Aang got up slowly as he followed Gyatso and the woman.

"So what's your name?" Aang asked.

"My name is Malu, it's a pleasure to meet you Aang." She said still smiling.

As they entered Gyatso's office, Aang had a strange feeling in his stomach. Gyatso sat behind his desk and Aang and Malu sat on the chairs in front of his desk. "So, what's going on, Father Gyatso?" He asked looking at the woman and back at the old man.

"Malu here has been watching you often Aang, studying your behavior." Aang didn't like the way that sounded, a woman, grown woman he hadn't known, was watching him. "Malu here would like to adopt you Aang." Aang heard the words from leave Gyatso's mouth very slowly. He felt his heart drop into his stomach.

"What?!" Aang shot up from his chair. "I can't be adopted, I—I like it here." Aang said, stepping back.

"Aang please understand, you are a good boy, who deserves a good home with me," Malu said, trying to comfort him.

"I don't wanna good home with you, I want to stay here with the other children and Gyatso." Aang's eyes began to water.

"Aang you have no choice in the matter," Gyatso said regrettably.

Aang ran out into the halls and toward his room.

Aang had his face in his pillow as he heard someone walk into the room. He looked up and saw Gyatso walking up to him.

"Is it time for me to leave already?" Aang said wiping his tears. Gyatso sat next to him.

"I'm sorry Aang, but this is something out of my control," Gyatso said, hugging Aang.

"But what if she's mean to me?" Aang asked, beginning to cry again.

"She is a very nice woman. She will take care of you as if you were her own," Gyatso said.

"Is there nothing you can do?" Aang asked pulling away.

Gyasto just shook his head no. "I'm sorry Aang." Gyatso got up and walked away. "She is giving you one more night to say goodbye to everyone. You will be leaving with her tomorrow afternoon." He continued walking out of the room.

Later that night while everyone was asleep Aang packed all things and left a note on his bed. He pulled out a bunch of blankets tied together and threw it out the window. As he slowly climbed down the rope, he wondered if he was making the right discussion. "I'm sorry Gyatso." Aang jumped off and quietly sneaked out of the Home and made it for the streets.

"As I ran down the streets, I didn't think about where I was going, but only to get as far away as possible from that place. I was only ten years old. What was I going to do? I didn't care anymore, I just ran, like my life depended on it. All my life, all I ever did was help people, while never thinking of myself. Well now it was time I did do something for myself, even if it meant hurting someone else to do it. But wait, maybe there is one more thing I can do for someone before It's all about me. What is that girl doing? Oh no, I think she's blind."

"Hey kid move get out of the street!" Aang yelled to the blind girl standing in the middle of the road. She was too petrified to move. Cars were zooming past her and horns were honking loudly. "I can't just leave her there,"Aang thought to himself.

"Help, I can't see!" the girl yelled out as she panicked.

Suddenly Aang saw a flashing beam of light coming her way. It was a car speeding down the road. It was dark, he wasn't sure if the driver could see, even with the light. Without thinking about it anymore, Aang rushed out into the street. So many thoughts went rushing through his mind, all except one, the consequences.

Aang pushed the girl as the beam of light got closer. As she hit the ground, all he heard was a loud thud. Everything went completely dark.

Oh no, what have I done to Aang? All well guess you'll have to read the next chapter to find out.

Edited By: Ogro