So, right now I've got a friend over, and we are watching Law & Order SVU.
Oh, and I love this story. :) I'm like, having such a fun time writing it.
Disclaimer: I OWN at just about everything, but not this.
I had a delayed reaction to the shots. I froze up. I wasn't expecting shots to be fired this year. Aang got up, ran into the hall. I moved slowly, scared of what was happening in there. Suki ran out, saw me and nearly killed me when she ran into me.
"Someone started a fight. They all pulled out guns." She said, surprisingly calm for the situation. Toph walked up behind her, her eyes wary. I watched the door, as more people came out. Some where on their cell phones, most likely calling the police. I heard someone inside yell, and everything got quiet. I moved to the door, to see the police chief. Apparently, he had decided to attend the ball this year.
"Everyone, drop your guns! Or we will do it for you." He said. I looked, and saw that not only had the police chief, but the whole police station had decided to attend. I saw the group of boys who had started the fight. It was a mix of South and North, their guns in each others stomachs. I cringed when I saw Sokka.
Slowly, people started to drop their guns. Some dropped knives as well. It was so quiet in the hall, everything that happened was amplified. I watched as the police escorted everyone involved in the fight out of the hall. Suki grabbed my hand and pulled me to the middle of the hall, where everyone that had stayed was standing. The lights had been dimmed, and the band played again. I laughed at Suki as she tripped over her own feet and fell.
"Shut up Katara!" She said, giving me a look. A hand grabbed my arm and I twirled around to see Aang, smiling at me. He pulled me out of the crowd and over to a table. We sat, and he handed me a glass of water.
"So, apparently someone bumped into someone, and they got into a little tussle." He said. I nodded, committing that to memory.
"The fighting never seems to stop." I commented, looking out at Toph. She was being led around the dance floor by a guy. She was laughing. I smiled at the sight.
"Wanna go dance before the band goes home?" I asked. Aang nodded, and we went back out onto the dance floor, staying there with everyone else until the band packed up.
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I rolled over, slapping my alarm clock. I shut up, and I pulled the covers back over my head. I cursed as I heard my mom yell for me from downstairs. I stayed where I was, not wanting to get up.
I had gotten home at 3 AM, and gone to sleep just soon after. Suki and Toph drove me, and then they went home themselves. Aang had ended up walking, even though we offered him a ride. He said no though. I could only guess it was because of his father.
"KATARA!" My dad yelled. I groaned and rolled over.
"WHAT?" I yelled back. My head pounded from lack of sleep.
"GET DOWN HERE, NOW!" My dad yelled back. I cringed, knowing just by the tone of his voice that he was angry.
I walked down the stairs to the living room, where my parents sat. Sokka was lying on the big couch, and I sat down on the floor next to it. I let my head rest on the table in front of me.
"What?" I asked. I didn't look up.
"Sokka told me that last night you spent most of your time with a boy from the North." He said. I looked up, and saw the disgust on his face. I couldn't figure out if it was towards me, or the "the boy from the North".
"Yes. And your point is?" I watched as his face contorted into an ugly frown. He was angry at me.
"I will not allow you to talk to anyone from that disgusting family. Not at all. After what they did, causing us to lose our bending. You are grounded." He said the last part a last minute decision. I groaned, wanting to say something witty but my brain was too tired. But I did have one thing for him.
"Dad, you do know that they lost their bending too?" I said, looking at the table. It was fogged glass, and there were little patterns of water in it. I could see my pajamas pants through the table.
"Karma. We lost out powers first." He said and I looked at him, completely shocked.
"So now it's a game of who lost their powers first? Do you even have an explanation for what they did to cause us to lose our powers, or are you just blaming it on them because you can?" I snapped, getting up. My dad stared at me. He was thinking; I could see the line of his forehead. Sokka snored a little. He tried to turn over, but instead fell off the couch. He looked up at me, and I looked away. I was too angry at him to laugh at his stupidity.
"Katara, they did it. I'm sure." He said. I scoffed.
"So you don't have an explanation for this? You just want someone to blame, so you can't blame yourself. What if we caused this?!" I was yelling now, my blood boiling. I could feel the anger in my hands as they curled into fists.
"We couldn't have Katara. Why would we take away our own powers! That is absurd." He yelled back. My mother watched, waiting to see what I said.
"Not really. Like you said, Karma could do this! What if we did something horrible and Karma caused us to lose our powers?! And then when the North laughed at us, they lost theirs? Anything is possible Dad." I yelled in his face. He just stood there, completely shocked at my words. I had never stood up to him before, or even doubted his reasoning for why we had lost our powers. But after my talk with Aang the night before, I had started to think differently.
"Katara, you need to go back to sleep. You aren't thinking straight." He said, trying to push me up the stairs. I locked my feet in place and crossed my arms.
"I sure as hell am thinking straight. I know what's coming out of my own mouth dad. You don't though. You have no explanation for this, and everything I'm saying is the truth. You just can't handle it." I snapped at him. He glared at me, looking as though he could smack me.
"You are completely out of line young lady. You go up to your room, and stay there. You're grounded for two months." He said, pushing me again. I almost fell, but caught myself. I stared at him, refusing to let him change the subject that quickly.
"No." I said, lowering my voice. He was about to slap me when my mom grabbed his arm and pulled him away.
"Hakoda, I think you should leave her alone. So what if she was dancing with a boy from the North. It's not like he tried to hurt her…. Right Katara?" She asked me, looking around my father to look at me.
"No he did not. He was a complete gentleman; contrary to your thinking dad, they happen to be human beings." I said, going into the kitchen. I could hear my mom trying to calm my dad down. I grabbed a bag of chips and opened it. Sokka walked into the kitchen, staying on the opposite side of the island. I glared at him as I crunched my chips, imagining that they were his head.
"I'm sorry Katara. But, you were dancing and talking and like, flirting with the enemy." He said
"The enemy has a name you know." I spat. I threw the empty bag in the garbage can and grabbed a glass. I made myself a cup of coffee, sipping it even though it was too hot.
"He is still the enemy." Sokka said. I almost threw my coffee cup at him.
"For all you know, we could be the bad guys." I said, before walking up to my room. I sat down at my desk, taking out my notebook. I wrote down the events of the night, finishing my coffee by the time I was done. Someone knocked at my door, and I got up to open it. My mom was standing there, the phone in her hand.
"It's for you." She said, looking almost scared. I cocked my head to the side, and she handed me the phone.
"He said his name is Aang." She said, before exiting my room. I heard my dad in his study, throwing stuff around. I put the phone to my ear.
"Hello?" I said, hoping that he was still there and my dad hadn't scared him off.
"Hey, Katara?" Aang answered, and I smiled. I sat down on my bed.
"Hey. How are you?" I asked. I curled back under my covers, and opened my blind. The warmth made feel a whole lot better.
"I should be asking you that. Your dad doesn't sound too happy." He said. I laughed a little.
"He was royally pissed off at me. My brother told him I was hanging out with a boy from the North all night long." I said.
"Gee. I sure wouldn't want to be him right now." He joked, and I giggled a little.
"How is your side of the town?" I asked, trying to go onto the subject of his family lightly.
"My dad is really pissed off. I have been grounded for the rest of my life, but my mom is working on letting me free. She is angry, don't get me wrong. But she is angry for other reasons." He said. I could hear stuff on the other side of the line moving. Papers and a mattress squeak. He was also curled up in bed.
"Yeah. I was going to be grounded for two months, but I don't think that went into effect for long." I said.
"Why is that?" He asked.
"Well, I am on the phone, aren't I?" He laughed.
"That you are. So, I was wondering. What are you doing later?" The words came out in a hurry, as though he had just then got up the courage to ask. I smiled to myself.
"Nothing, I think." I said. I looked over at my clock. It was 12 o'clock.
"Do you want to go for lunch?" He asked.
"Let me ask my mom." I said, getting up and going out into the hall way. My mom was folding clothes outside of her room.
"Mom, can I go out for lunch with a friend?" I asked, and she smiled at me.
"I won't tell your dad."
I hugged her quickly, and slipped back into my room.
"I'll come pick you up." He said, and we hung up.
I sat down on my bed, holding the phone in my hand. I looked at myself in the mirror, and cursed.
"Fuck, I need to shower." I said to myself and I ran into the shower.
I am so excited for the next chapter, you have no clue.
Ah, well I have to let my friend check her myspace.
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