Sorry about how short it is. I'm just trying to get all that I have from this certain computer on here before school is out.
Chapter 4
We separated and I grabbed my torn up bag. Zuko was looking at it like he didn't want to touch it, like it was tainted with a dreadful disease. I looked down at it to see what was so revolting and dropped it with a scream. The bag started to smoke. The rips were now coated with a green looking liquid. The green looking liquid was where the smoke was coming from. The liquid must have been some sort of acid. The material around the rips started to melt off the bag. Zuko came over to me and wrapped his arms around me again. I buried my face in his chest and tried to loss the picture that had popped in my head of Zuko picking up the bag and getting hurt. All this experience and still I'm a little cry baby.
"Are you hurt?"
"No, just a little shaken."
"Ok," Zuko said doubtfully.
I turned around and looked near the trees that we were surrounded by, and found a stick to pick up the acid soaked bag. The shadow demons claws are lethal to anyone that is touched by them. Only a… special… person… can touch it without getting hurt. Good thing I'm one of those people. Well … maybe that isn't a good thing. What am I saying I like my two way life very much! Or do I? I put the bag under some brush. I will have to come back and bury it so no one can find it. I finished with the bag and turned to Zuko. He was looking at me with those eyes again. I hate it when he does that!
"What are you looking at?"
"You."
"Well, just concentrate will you." He gave this look like it was not a big deal to look at me. Wait till he knows what I am. Then he will never want to look at me again. I looked at the river then started to walk up the hill. The river ran up hill past the grove of trees that we landed in.
