I fell asleep, phone in hand. I know that because I was snuggling with it when someone called and it rang right in my ear. I jumped up about a foot in my bed, but whoever it was had hung up before I could answer. I didn't recognize the number either.

I glanced over at the clock. It was six in the morning. I guess I slept through dinner. Maybe that's why I wasn't tired but insanely hungry.

I went downstairs and made myself the grand and elaborate breakfast of cereal with milk. Then I went back upstairs and headed into my bathroom. I filled the tub with hot water and then dipped in.

I must have laid there for over a half an hour with my eyes closed and my arms behind my head to use as pillows, not tired but just trying my best to keep my mind off of everything.

Eventually I opened my eyes and dipped the tip of my finger into the water. The water rippled softly. I traced patterns of circles in the water, and then lifted my finger out of the water. I gasped; the water had followed it.

I pulled my finger back as if I had just been bitten, and the water dropped into the tub with a gentle splash.

My hands trembled as I examined them. What had just happened here?

Avoiding water all morning wasn't that hard. Of course, Sokka had to offer it to me to drink during breakfast, a meal I declined all together. Other than that, there were no problems…except that it was raining outside.

"Dad, I don't feel so good."

He tilted his head to the side and looked at me unbelievingly. "Take your temperature."

I jogged up the stairs and then jogged in place as I held the thermometer in my sweaty palm. "Come on temperature. Come on."

97.6 degrees.

Darn it. I couldn't lie. Not to my dad. But how could I go out in the rain either?

Sokka ran into my room and leaned on the doorway. "Do you have one or not?"

"No," I replied softly.

I dashed from the house and into Sokka's car, but the rain did nothing but hit my skin and then drip to the ground. Maybe it had just been a bad dream. I shook off the thought; it had been too real.

I begged Sokka to drop me as close to the school building as he could, he shrugged and pulled the car next to the curb. "Afraid of water, little sis?"

"I'm sugar. I'll melt."

"I assure you. That's not the reason you'll melt."

I slammed the door shut and rolled my eyes before running as fast as I possibly could to the school building.

Even with my quick dash towards the school building, I still walked in completely soaked. My hair hung in wet strands around my face. My clothes stuck closely to my body. Some guy whistled, and I felt the blood rush to my cheeks. I scurried to the bathroom and wrung out my hair over the sink. Then I tried to wring my clothes out. Still, they hung tightly to my body, and my hair still looked awful.

Tentatively, I grabbed a strand of hair near my face and stroked my hair through, but this time I thought about pulling the water from it. I would try anything, and I didn't have much time before class, which was probably the least of my problems considering that I was turning into some weird freak.

The water followed my fingertips. Then it just floated in the air. I gasped and pulled my hand back instantly. The water splashed to the floor.

I hesitantly leaned back toward the mirror. One strand of hair was my chocolate brown color while the rest were jet-black. I had to dry the rest of me. And so I tried and did. The water followed my hand whenever I wanted it to. It dropped when I wanted it to as well, which meant that it dropped perfectly in the sink.

Soon, every part of me was dry. And just in time. I was almost going to be late for class. I ran to class, the only person in the halls and made to class just in the nick of time. I sat in my seat, the only dry person in the whole room.

Zuko looked up from the paper he was mercilessly scribbling words on. He raised an eyebrow when he looked at me. "What? Like seven umbrellas?" he asked. His already dark hair clung to cheeks, but now it looked darker than the night. His clothes were dry though.

He kept his focus intently on me, even when the teacher walked in, seeming to try to find an answer to something. His eyes were…gold. Beautiful, sparkling gold. I had never seen anything like them before. They were…amazing…breathtaking.

I looked down at his arms, which were conveniently covered by the long sleeves of his shirt. His fingers were clasped tightly around the cuffs of the shirt, pulling it down to cover most of his hands. But I could see the red marks were still there. Mostly hidden but there.

Mr. Anderson loudly cleared his throat, and I looked up to see him staring at me…us, I suppose. He gestured to the board, and I mumbled my apology.

After class, I went to my locker and carelessly threw my books in. I was far too distracted to pay enough to where I was putting them.

Suki came up behind me, grumbling. "I'm still wet," she complained. "I hate this feeling. It's just so…" She paused. "Wait, are you dry?"

"No, of course not," I said, lying through my teeth, which actually would be easier than telling any variation of the truth.

She shrugged.

Sokka came over to us. "What's up ladies?" he asked.

"I'm soaking wet, still," Suki repeated.

Sokka laughed and began to talk to her, all of which I drowned out. My head was throbbing. I think I was getting a pretty awful headache.

I cupped my hands around my head, hoping for the light to go away.