Gakuen no Bender
Chapter 10: Normal
By Danielle Franklin
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I'm sorry for my long and unexplained hiatuses. I've not been able to use the computer often, and my muse has been stomped dead by a hoard of teen boys. When I'm not helping with house renovations (have you ever tried to replace a tile counter top with granite?) and driving my neurotic brother and his dumb-ass friend to the freaking bowling alley, I'm working on my fanlistings.
I'm sorry!
However, I have been reading Twilight Series fanfiction, and some Avatar fanfiction. From what I can see, the stories with the funkiest plots and OOC characters get the most reviews. I think it's that desire of the human psyche to read or see something stranger than our own reality. Why do you think freak-shows and sideshows in the late 19th century where so popular? Well, without further notice, this story will be odd to say the least?
Want Toph to develop a chemical dependency on milk? Or maybe Sokka could fill in the "Career Goals" section of a job application as a bat: "I've always wanted to sleep upside down and spread rabies."
What do YOU want?
This is pretty much the first, and only time I'll be taking plot suggestions. So, stuff the ballot box: either send me an email at ubuntu.chick-at-gmail . com (spam me and I'll rip your thumbs off and feed them to my cat) or simply leave a review with whatever freak-ass twist you'd like to see in this story. Anything is game.
Things I WON'T be writing:
- Rape: NO. JUST NO.
- Crossover: Hell no. Whoever writes these needs to get the lesions removed from their brains.
Aside from these things, feel free to email or review away! I want to see what you all come up with!
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I'm sixteen years old and dead on the vine.
I don't think. I do.
I quit trusting anything you people told me.
A snicker from the girl in red, her coppery curls shaking as she gave a gay laugh. A snide comment from the boy with the bloodshot eyes, his mind too fogged by weed usage to give an actual, coherent answer to her poem. She rolls her eyes, the girl in red, the one with the bogus comments of support. Her name is Azula.
I can't stand you. You're such a fucking emo.
The note that was passed to Mai still lays on her desk. In her haste to open the only note she'd gotten from one of her best friends, Mai'd ripped it, smearing the fresh blue ink on her fingers in the process. I can't stand you.
Her face didn't betray her now. The feelings she felt, fresh and painful. Mai's face was always settled into a grimace, her dark, full lips turned downcast into a frown the revealed everything and nothing.
She feels a poke on her back. Mai turns her head to see who's broken her out of her depressed thoughts. "I can't believe she said that to you. It's so mean..."
Ty Lee was always the one to have something nice to say, to offer sincere comments of love and friendship. The sweet one. The nice one.
You're such a fucking...
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"Ya know, I've always wondered how they make jello green." It wasn't her most intelligent remark, but she'd heard stupider. "Dear, I think they use food coloring." Katara remarked as Suki continued to read the ingridients off the box of instant jello mix.
"What the heck is Disodium Phosphate?" Tact wasn't one of Suki's better abilities. "Dude. I think it controls acidity or something. You might wanna google that one." Toph chipped in, her mouth full of mushed Oreos and milk as she spoke.
"Eww!" Katara squealed as bits of soggy cookie fell out of Toph's mouth as she spoke. "What?" Toph, oblivious to her... lack of manners. Katara laughed uncontrollably, slowly sliding down to the kitchen floor, the can of Monster she'd held now spewed toxic-looking liquid over the granite flooring.
A simple girls'-night-in. The small, flat panel TV that lay nestled in the corner next to the microwave blared XM satellite radio's "20 on 20" station, cans of Monster and Rockstar littered the counter tops, carpet, and floor, bags of chips lay haphazardly, half-eaten pizza bagels lay forgotten on paper plates.
"Oh, that's my jam! Turn it up!" Electric guitars sounded from the small TV, the music had a tin-like quality from the crap-quality of the TV speakers. "I kissed a girl and I liked it!" Suki sang, her normally sweet voice sounded hoarse and rough due to the garbage she'd been swilling earlier.
Katara and Toph soon joined in, all three singing, giggling, dancing and posing for each other's camera phones.
"This is so much fun!" Katara giggled stupidly as she sank into the thick leather sofa in the small living area next to the kitchen, the cold of the leather made her shiver. "Oh, I know what's fun. Hold one sec!" Suki squeaked, leaving the room for a quick second.
Toph said nothing. Her current position was somewhere under the island in the middle of the kitchen, giggling madly at Suki's earlier antics. "You think she brought weed?" She yelled from under the counter.
Katara let out another long series of giggles at her friend's words. "Dude, you know Suki dosen't do drugs. You, maybe. She's too good..." Katara exaggerated the syllables of her last word. So far tonight she'd had three Rockstar and two Monster. The sugar and caffine had taken their effect on her brain, causing her to laugh like a moron and to dance shamelessly to every tune that came onto the TV.
It seemed the energy drinks had the opposite effect on Toph. The small, petite girl, had managed to crawl under the counter and to cower. She shook violently, her heart beating thrice it's natural speed. The drink's also numbed her brain, causing her to loose most of her normally logical thoughts. In other words, the girl felt like utter shit.
"Hey chicks, look what I have!" Suki squealed delightedly as she bound into the room, a clear sandwich bag in her right hand. "It's the best! Hydro!"
Once Toph had managed to pull herself out from under the counter, all three gathered around Suki's surprise.
"Weed? We can't smoke this shit in my house. Dad will kill me!" Katara loudly whispered, grabbing the bag from Suki and shoving into the sofa. "Don't be a baby! Toph, are you gonna take a hit?" Suki asked as she lit the joint. "I guess... How do you..?"
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"Dude. We are so trashed..." Katara laughed at her own slurred words, partially obscured by the pillow that lay over her head.
"You took two hits of that, and you were gone!" Suki laughed stupidly as she sat up. She'd previously laid herself out on the granite floor of the kitchen, staring at the ceiling and hood of the stove.
Toph simply laughed. She had no intelligent or snappy remark to add to her friend's witty conversation. In fact, her only thoughts were on Sokka.
"Ya know, I've never kissed anyone?" Toph said. Her currrent position leaned against the wall, her head lolled to the side, a stupid grin on her face. "You should kiss The Duke!" Suki suggested as she removed the paper plate that'd stuck itself to her head, then tossed it at Toph.
"Or... you could kiss me!" Suki laughed at her own joke. "Or maybe Sokka! No... he's my boyfriend. Opps!" More laughter exploded from the girls, all of whom sat in the middle of the kitchen now.
"Kata-raaaa, yooou should have gone out with Jet when he asked. He's too cute!" Another peel of laughter escaped the girls.
"Oh...? But Aangggy is so cute! You should see --" Katara was cut off as a pair of lips smushed against her own.
"Whoooa!"
Suddenly the room was filled with the shocked gasps of Haru and Sokka, and the appreciative whistles of Aang and Jet.
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No more pot, XM, and energy drinks for the girls. It makes them squirrelly.