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OOCness is to be expected.

Sokka was sitting at their kitchen table babbling about some cheerleader or soccer player. All Katara knew was that Sokka was head over heels for some girl he just meet. At least he had a good first day. Katara's sucked.

First, Katara had gym as her elective. She wanted to get into Creative Writing or even Speech class but no. Those classes were filled up and the only option was for her to take gym.

Then, Katara didn't have anyone to sit with at lunch. She had second lunch while Sokka, Aang and Toph had first. Luckily, they should all have the same lunch tomorrow (it was different everyday, just another thing to memorise).

The last thing that set Katara off was the fact that the asshole form the morning was in every single one of her classes, including gym. But the worst thing of all was that he sat next to her. There were plenty of other seats in the class so what does Zuko do? He sits right in the empty one next to her.

What was Katara going to say; "No you can't sit there. I was saving it for a friend."? She didn't have that luxury of knowing anybody else in her classes. Katara tried to ignore him but he always tapped her on the shoulder for something.

First it was for a pencil. Then it was to copy her notes.

Ugh. Katara remembered History class. Her history teacher made them pair up for a project with their table 'buddy'.

Katara had looked at Zuko. She was about to open her mouth to ask what they were going to do when Zuko interrupted her. "Your house, not mine and I can only work on this project this Saturday." The bell rang before Katara could argue.

Zuko just invited himself over with out asking her if that was okay. Katara was supposed to give him her schedule of when and where to work on the project not the other way around.

He was the most infuriating person she has ever met.

At the memory, Katara clenched her hand in a fist and imagined punching Zuko with it.

Her history teacher (along with Zuko) just made her list with assigning this project.

What was it even on again?

Her grandmother put milk and cookies in front of her jarring Katara out of her thoughts. "Katara... Earth to Katara.."

"Oh. I'm sorry Gran-Gran. I was just thinking about something. Did you ask a question?"

Gran-Gran smiled. "I asked how was school. I got the full report from Sokka but I wanted to hear it from you too."

"It was fine." Katara plastered a fake smile on her face. "Um... A frie- classmate is coming over on Saturday to work on a project, is that okay?" Not that it matters since Zuko basically made it impossible for them to choose another day. Katara decided not to add that part.

"That's fine dear but you'll have the house alone to yourselves since I have to take Sokka to the doctors. " Gran-Gran said.

This was followed up by an "Ahh man" from Sokka.

This was just great. Not only did she have to work a whole day on project with this guy, she would get to be alone with him. This day was just turning out better and better.

"Great, I can't wait." No one noticed Katara's sarcasm.

Thinking that was enough family time, Katara headed up stairs. It was time Katara started to do her homework and figure out what the hell this project was on in the first place.

It took Katara three hours to finish her homework. But she still had no clue on what this project was supposed to be about. She was probably to busy fuming to pay attention to the teacher. Hopefully Zuko had paid attention but of what she had seen of Zuko's academic interests, that was like wishing on Sozin's comet arriving a hundred years too early.

Katara put down her pencil and looked around her room.

The last bits of sunlight were making it's way into Katara's room, covering everything in a warm orange glow.

Boxes were scattered all around the room. Covers were turned down on an unmade bed, and clothes were spilling out of her draws. The only thing that was neat and tidy in her room was her bookshelf, which consisted of her swimming trophies and the classics. Her favorite book in the her shelf was the fable about the Painted Lady. The story always inspired her to help anyone in need.

Katara sighed as she ran a hand her hair, taking strands out of her braid. She should've put the things away in the boxes before school started. You can see how that worked out.

She made her way to her bed and started flattening out the sheets. But she gave up and just flopped down on the pile. She glanced up at the ceiling. It was just plaster white. Katara was going to have to change that soon.

Katara closed her eyes as she touched her choker necklace. It was nice of their grandmother to let them live with her but it still wasn't home. This room still did not feel like Katara's.

An unnoticed tear slipped out of her eye and made a dark spot on the sheets.

Katara opened her blue eyes to the view of white walls that were not yet personalized. Maybe while Gran-Gran and Sokka were out and about they could pick up some paint.

She would have to ask them about that over dinner.

Speaking of dinner, Katara was probably going to have to cook again. No offense to Gran-Gran, but she wasn't the best of cooks. Luckily, Gran-Gran knew this so Sokka and Katara didn't have to suffer through meals made by their grandmother.

She should have Sokka cook for them but if she did this, they would end up eating nuts or fruit. That was as far as Sokka's cooking skills went, so in the end, they were nonexistent.

Feeling it was as good as time as any to start up with the dinner, Katara headed down the stairs trying to take two at a time. But when she almost slipped on the hardwood with her socked feet, she decided to walk down them like a normal person.

Katara was on the third step when the doorbell rang. She opened the door.

She should have looked at the peephole first and pretend she wasn't home.

Standing in doorway was the girl from this morning, Azula.

"My idiot brother forgot to buy the eggs we needed in our dinner tonight." Azula rolled her eyes at her brother's stupidity. "Can we borrow two eggs?" Katara nodded back numbly.

As she was walking away she heard Azula mutter "I can't believe I have to do this. ZuZu should be doing this not me."

Katara stopped for second, ZuZu? That must be her nickname for Zuko.

How precious, Katara thought.

She smiled as she was rummaging through the fridge. Oh the fun she will have on Saturday.

Finding two eggs, she headed back to Azula. As she handed the eggs over to Azula when something clicked in the back of her brain.

Zuko was Azula's brother. Across the street from Katara's normal size house was a mansion. Zuko seemed rich. Not to mention a silver cadillac was parked in the driveway belonging to the house.

Katara scowled at her sudden revelation.

Zuko was her neighbor. How and why does this guy keep popping up in her life like this?

Catching movement out of the corner of her eye, She looked up. As a Azula walked away, Katara saw Zuko waving to her from the front porch with a smug expression on his face.

Thinking this was as good as time as any, Katara gave him the bird.

As Katara closed the door, she briefly caught Zuko sticking his tongue out at her in retaliation.

Second chapter:) I hope you like it. Sorry this is late I was hoping to get this up by Monday but Chemistry teacher gave so much homework. I hate her with a burning passion.

If you guys have any suggestions for a history project, please suggest one in a review. It just needs to be an idea that Katara and Zuko can argue over.

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