Fairy Tales (Aren't Just in Story Books)

by Quirkista

Katara is just a young imaginative girl. She pines for her mother, whom has been gone an extremely long time. But what she doesn't realise is that her mother was very sick and Katara is too young to understand. She is a lovable little girl whose life isn't ideal but whom manages to live a normal life until her dad remarries. Then, the claws come out.

2. Jaded

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I am not the naïve girl I once was. Not after my dad betrayed my mother's memory by marrying another woman that is a day I will never forget.

I was turning nine, I only had known about my mom's death for a few months. I was still grieving. At any moment of the day or night, I would start crying uncontrollably; the tears would gush from my eyes like water does from a waterfall. The effect would be magical if I weren't so heartbroken. Sadness to me then was what you felt when you cut your knee and a little trick of rich blood would make its way from the gash on my knee to the ground, while I watched on in despair. I would try to gather the blood off the ground, but too little, too late. It was already drying up and that is when I would cry. Seeing my own blood on the ground moved me in a way that is incomprehensible. Surely, you would think that I would not be so shocked at the sight of blood; after all it runs through my very veins. But no, every time it occurred, it was like the first time. My mother would cradle me in her arms and whisper sweet nothings into my ears.

"It's okay Katara, let me kiss it better."

Upon seeing the cut, she would automatically reach for the green first aid box that permanently sat upon the sideboard, next to the sink and put some plaster on my small cut. I would always choose the Barbie plaster, because according to my younger self, Sokka's plasters were 'boring' and 'ugly' in comparison to my pink, glittery ones.

And my mother would never fail to say, "It will be better before you are married, sweetie."

And I would sit there with a large smile on my face that was now coated with a fine layer of chocolate. That was our ritual. Without fail, my mom would react quickly and hand me a bar of chocolate to take my mind off my cut.

She wasn't there to give me a chocolate bar after my dad remarried. I was alone. This new woman, I suppose I should call her my step mother, was nice enough, but she was the complete opposite of my mom. Where my mom was assertive and independent, this woman was spindly and weak. Her eyes were chocolate brown and her hair was jet black. She cruised through life on her looks and then she suddenly had the good luck to marry my dad, a wealthy business man. And she was sorted for life. And while she was nice enough, I despised her daughters. Sokka got along with them, which is something I still can't understand.

Betrayer.

I am sorry for this late update but I have been really busy with school. It would make my day if you were to leave a review in that lonely review box!

I am sorry that this chapter is so short!