Me: heyyy, ;D I'm back! I'mma update a lot this week, since WILLY IS GONE CAMPING! And I wanna surprise him when he gets home and turns on the computer :P imma try and write a chappy a day, unlikely to happen but anything's possible eh?

Willy has also been wondering how old Zita is….i can't remember ever confirming her age with Milo, so I just kinda branded her 15 like Nadra. Sorry, hun! D; so, here imma list of the people and their ages, just in case you guys are like confused or wondering….

Zuko: 16

Katara: 14

Sokka: 15

Aang: 12

Nadra: 15

The twins: 7

Cindy: 14

Spade/Minya: 14

Toph: 12

Iroh: 64 (he has so many WRINKLESSSS!)

Will: 13

Zita: 15

Did I forget anyone? Sorry if I did! I'll post it up after :)) nanddd, im not accepting any more characters because I'm really braindead for any other rolls in the story, sorry! enjoy the chappy!

What Was The World Coming To?

Chapter 11

Sitar

"So, mom, how was Rome?" Nadra stabbed her fork into a green bean and popped it into her mouth.

Jennine shrugged, "We went to some tourists' attractions but nothing out of the ordinary."

Christopher stopped mid-chew, "Are you kidding me!" he exclaimed, rice almost spewing out of his mouth, "I got a picture of me holding The Pantheon!"

Zuko quirked a brow, weren't adults supposed to have good table manners and not act like little children on crack?

Jennine sighed and wiped the corners of his mouth, "Chris, what have I told you about table manners?"

Nadra laughed, "You guys are so weird."

Aiden nodded agreeing, "I have better table manners than you, and that's saying something." Addi laughed and got out of her seat to put her plate in the sink, "You got that right, brother."

Chris rolled his eyes and chuckled and continued eating. It was a vegan meal Katara and Aang had prepared them. Usually, Chris wouldn't stand for an all vegan meal; he was a meat-a-tarian- but not wanting to be rude to his daughter's friends, he ate anyway.

Jennine excitedly left the table, "Not to mention," her silky voice caught everyone's' attention, "I've got gifts' for you!"

Christopher looked apologetic to the guests, "If we knew you were going to be here…."

Aang shook his head, "It's fine. You didn't know." He waved it off.

Christopher nodded, "Good." He shot a smile at his eldest, "You are going to love your gift." He glanced at the twins, "And you two, will be quite excited for yours." He winked.

The twins as well as Nadra grinned ear to ear. Everyone began to put away their plates and clear the tables as Jennine came back with a couple of boxes and plastic bags.

"Alright," she clapped her hands excitedly, "Let us all go to the living room."

She was not to be messed with early in the morning. No one ever woke her up in the morning- not even before school. It was just the way the world worked for her.

Until now.

"Oh my freakin' god!" Zita kicked her blankets off and grabbed a nearby pillow to cover her ears with.

The annoyed teen had been oh so rudely awoken by some kind of ruckus the floor below. At two in the morning. The ruckus, Zita presumed, was some kind of obnoxious instrument. It was .Off.

The instrument hit a loud sour note which gave her chills. Her head shot up with her hear in her face, "I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE!"

She rolled off the bed with her hair in complete disarray and the covers on the ground. Nadra had this thing of 'counting to ten', Zita didn't work that way.

She stomped down the stairs, the ruckus not ceasing and getting louder the closer she got.

At the foot of the stairs, Will was playing….well Zita didn't know, but it was surely pissing her off, "What in the world are you doing!" she shrieked.

The younger boy clad in red pajamas spun on his heel to face his 'audience', "I'm playing my sitar, duh." He scoffed and continued to slide his hand over the neck of the sitar while plucking notes.

"That doesn't even look like a sitar!" Zita shouted. It was a sitar- it was just a trekked out sitar. It was much larger than the actual ones and it was colored in different shades of red. She cringed and remembered Nadra playing one of her video games. What was the title? Kingdom Hearts? She nodded mentally, it looked like Demyx' sitar.

"And that's not what I meant!" she stomped over to the boy and shoved her finger dangerously close to his face.

Will smirked, "Oh, I'm sorry, was I cutting your beauty sleep short? Was that what you meant?"

Zita nodded, "No duh Sherlock! What time is it!"

Will glanced over at the window and shrugged, "Ehh, about two in the morning." a sense of malice was in his voice as he leaned his sitar against the couch and then took a seat propping his legs on his small table.

Zita clutched her hair, "Are you frickin' insane! You don't wake me up this early!" she exclaimed as she walked over to him.

Will shrugged, "Taking my bed came with a price." He yawned, "Wow, it is very early, don't you think?"

Zita grabbed the collar of his pajama shirt, "Just you wait Willy." She leaned over to his ear, "You may have won this round, but this isn't over." She whispered venomously.

Will was thrown back into the couch unfazed. He knew something bad was to come in the morning, but all he had to do was watch his back. Zita walked to a couple steps and looked back, "By the way, your sitar looks like red dingle-berries."

Will cringed.

Spade awoke fired up for the rest of the day. She hoped the day before wasn't a dream. Casually, she wrapped her bandages around her legs and arms and made her way to the washroom. She loaded her tooth brush with toothpaste and shoved it in her mouth.

Spade's thoughts wandered over to her two guests. How had they gotten here? Spade didn't get a chance to ask over dinner- she used her time explaining the modern technology. It takes a lot out of ya'.

She spit the minty tasting foam out and rinsed her mouth then putting her tooth brush back in its appropriate place. With the back of her hand she wiped the residue off and walked out of the washroom and to the kitchen.

At the table, Spade drummed her fingers across the polished oak. Her eyes fixed upon the clock and when neither Iroh nor Toph came down, she decided to work on breakfast.

She shuffled her feet over to the fridge and brought out some egg and bacon. With a kick of her heel she closed the fridge door. She gathered her ingredients and placed them by the oven as she grabbed out a pan. She turned the dial with the flick of her wrist and put the pan on the stove and poured some olive oil.

While the oil heated up, Spade took her seat once again. She straightened her posture as she heard footsteps.

"Good morning, Minya." Iroh greeted warmly and took the seat across from her. Spade smiled at the older man, "Morning, Iroh." She stood as she heard the oil sizzle and dropped some bacon in the pan.

"Is Toph awake?" Spade looked behind her shoulder. Iroh shook his head, "No, she sleeps in." Spade 'oh'd and began heating a kettle filled with water to make tea for him.

"So, Minya," he began, "Where are your parents?"

Spade stopped flipping the bacon for a moment and began again, "When I was about eight, my parents died in a car accident. Those rectangular things on wheels." She explained.

Iroh frowned, thinking of his son. "I'm sorry, it must've been hard for you."

Spade shrugged and grinned at him, "It's okay. I mean, look at me now. I'm fine. Anyway, after the car accident I kind of took up being a thief." She said sheepishly then continued, "I thieved to survive and lived along the beach. It was weird." She contemplated on the days before she came across the house.

Iroh raised a brow, "How so?" the kettle squeaked and Spade went and poured hot water in a cup and set it in front of him with a couple of tea bags to choose from. "Thank you."

Spade nodded and put the cooked bacon on a plate, "The sand followed me. It's weird since back then, you guys weren't supposed to exist. I ignored the fact and tried to sandbend." She admitted.

Iroh sipped his tea. Sandbend? The pale girl from the other house explained there was no such thing as bending.

"I never really got the hang of it," she chuckled to herself as she cracked an egg open, "but I did end up learning how to move sand. Then I found this place." She patted the counter affectionately, "I began living here after no one occupied this place."

"And you still thieve?" Iroh asked as Toph came down the stairs.

"Mornin' Tea Man, Spade." She took up a chair and spun it like she did the day before. The excitement of seeing kind of wore off after a while, but she was still attentive to the colors.

"Morning Toph and yes, I still resort to thieving sometimes." Spade greeted then answered.

"Good morning, Toph. Did you sleep well?" Iroh sipped his tea then poured Toph a cup. Toph nodded, "Yeah." She blew on the steaming tea and looked at Spade, "What were you guys talking 'bout just now?"

"My past." Spade answered and cracked another egg open over the pan. "I'll tell you about it later." Iroh told the earthbender which nodded in response.

Spade sighed and slide an egg on the plate with the bacon, "If you must thieve, then you should thrive." She muttered inaudibly to the two sitting at the table.

Cindy rubbed her aching neck as she finally got the guard to free her from the bars of DOOM. "Phew, thanks." she rolled her neck.

The guard rolled his eyes, "No problem."

Cindy smiled at him and plopped onto the ground, "You know," she began, "I didn't catch your name."

"Yew-Ta."

"Yew-Ta?" she clicked her tongue, "Nice name. Mines' Cindy." She introduced and stuck her arm through the bars, "Nice to meet you! I know were supposed to bow and stuff, but my feet are tired." She admitted sheepishly.

"Nice to meet you to." He said reluctantly and reached towards her hand and shook it.

Cindy took her hand back, "Okay, now onto serious matters." She folded her hands in front of her face. Yew-Ta slightly interested in the change of mood, he looked down unto the girl.

"When do I get fed?"

"Soon." Yew-Ta told her. Cindy nodded, "How long do you think 'soon' is? I'm starving over here!" she threw her hands up.

Before Yew-Ta could answer another guard came in with a tray of food. Cindy's mouth watered and decided it was time to stay silent. Instead of putting the tray in front of her cell, the guard gave it to Yew-Ta.

Yew-Ta nodded his thanks and with his free hand, he removed his helmet. He had fair skin with shaggy hazelnut hair. He was about fifteen or sixteen give or take. His hues were coal black.

The second guard left and Yew-Ta took a seat on the ground, "Hey," Cindy said, a little disheartened, "Where's my food?"

Yew-Ta shrugged, "I dunno. It's not my problem, though." He picked up a moon peach and bit into it.

Cindy frowned. She was hungry and tired. And for the first time, realization hit her. She probably wasn't going to get back to her home- to her parents.

Yew-Ta looked behind him in the cell and noticed Cindy huddled in the corner. He rolled his eyes and picked up his rice bun, "Here." He stuck his hand through the bars and offered it up.

Cindy looked up and tilted her head, "Food?" the angels practically sang their chorus as light shone from the top of the cell.

Cindy pounced forward and took hold of the onigiri, "Thanks, Yew-Ta!" she exclaimed and took a bit, savouring the taste.

Yew-Ta waved his hand dismissively, "It was nothing." He hid his smile behind his moon peach.

TBC

Me: heyy :)) omg I'm sorry Will! Whenever I try writing you, I just…END UP MAKING YOU LOOK LIKE A DORK! I-I'M SORRY, I CAN'T HELP IT! Atleast, you won against Zita….

And Zita! I MADE YOU OOC D: I THINK! D;

Minya? Spade? HRMMM, I hope I got your life story right. I tweaked it a tiny bit to fit the story…..I hope that's okay!

Cindy? Eh, I think I did you correctly XDD I hope you don't mind a little fluff wif Yew-Ta XDD Anyone notice you pronounce his name like UTAU? LOL :))

Well, I can officially say this is prolly the WORST chapter I've written! I'm sorry if I disappointed you guys! P: ):

Till next time!