Cactus Juice
Only 50 Cents!
It was a seltering summer day and 10-year-old Toph and 12-year-old Katara sat at a plastic table by Toph's house's sidewalk. Taped to the table was a neon green poster that read 'Cactus Juice--only fifty cents!' written in black marker.
People passed by, starring and asking what was catus juice. And Toph would just answer the adult by saying it was a secret. The adult would just smile and walk away away or wish them luck. Some would even buy a cup and throw it in the nearest garbage can when they thought Toph and Katara couldn't see them.
It was understandable if the two girls were selling lemonade but no, they were selling cactus juice. Maybe they pittied them or simply thought they were cute but they still never made more than two dollars a day.
One day--their neighbor came over.
"What's this?" 14-year-old Zuko asked.
"Cactus juice," Toph replied, like she always did.
"What's that?" Azula piped up. The little 11-year-old was the devil in Toph and Katara's eyes. . . probably Zuko's, too.
"Dog brains!" Toph joked. Azula made a face of disgust and placed a hand in front of Toph's face. Toph immediately grabbed her wrist and twisted it back.
"Ow!" she cried and Katara pulled Toph off her while Zuko grabbed his sister. Katara didn't like Azula and wouldn't have done that if Azula's father wasn't a lawyer.
"Here," Zuko pulled a dollar out of his pocket and Katara handed him two glasses of juice.
The brother and sister walked off.
"What's in that, anyway?"
"Apple juice with my spit,"
"What?!"
"Yeah."
"Damn you! Why couldn't you let me spit in Zuko's cup?"
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I just realized how dirty that last comment sounds! LOL
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-Emiko Ishida