A/N: Sorry for the long wait, my computer went bonkers and I lost everything, but here you go.

Chp.25: Right and Wrong

Sokka stood in front of the doorway to the kitchen, fingers shivering crazily. Inside, his father spoke on the phone to a friend of his maybe, discussing the truth of his mother's death.

Zuko stood in front of Mai, head hanging down, mind pulsing. His mouth was shut tight, even though he knew he ought to say something. So this is how it felt, to be cheated on.

Aang stirred in his chair near a window in his bedroom, his uncle and aunt arguing ferociously. He looked down to them, hurting words spitting out every second. He didn't need this.

Katara cried into her wet palms, the phone next to her. She sat on the edge of her bed, tissues flown about. Her mind played over again those break-up words.

Toph threw a glass bottle onto the wall of her bedroom, shards recoiling back. One slithering across her stomach fast, ripping her shirt and cutting slant across her stomach. She falls to the hard wood ground, grasping her stomach frantically as blood dripped out quickly, gaping for words.

Azula stood in front of a young girl, at what semed the age of 13, gun pointed right at her. Bullet ready to fly into her body. Azula's eyes wide and hallowed out, frantic for help. "I won't be anybody's sacrifice."

And it's times like these when we look back. Back to what caused this. And that's what they did.

The car pulled over to Toph's house first. Toph quickly grabbed her things and stepped out of the car, bangs falling on her face beautifully. She strode over to her house and ringed the door bell. Everybody watched her in the car, waiting. Her parents come out and allow her in, trying to help her through. "This death thing really hit Toph hard, huh?" She hadn't spoken ever since they were at the diner.

"Yeah, I mean, did you look at her, Suki? She was heartbroken! Literally!" Sokka responded as Katara drove on out and headed for Suki's house.

"I feel so bad for her...," Suki continued.

"I... I didn't know what to do. I felt like I had to do something to help her, but I couldn't figure out what." Katara drove, Suki and Sokka wasin the middle, Azula sat in the front,and Aang and Zuko sat in the back

"We all felt that way," Aang stared down to his fiddling fingers. Zuko didn't speak. He just stared out the window revealing trees and trees,houses, and foggy skies. His cheek and forehead was pressed on the cold window. His fingers were curled into his palm. His palm being near his nose. Aang looked over to him. Sokka cleared his throat and began a more... normal conversation.

"So have any of you finished Mr. Dre's project."

"I don't have Mr. Dre. Is he mean?"

"Like hell he is! He could be the devil itself!" Azula rolled her eyes.

"I have Ms. Perez," Azula went on "; that woman has issues."

"What!? She's such a fun teacher! I used to have her, but then they switched me to Mr. Dre." The conversation went on when finally everyone had gotten home.

Sokka unpacked his tooth brush and pajamas. He tucked the pajamas in his drawer carefully and slipped his tooth brush into a little plastic cup. Just as he fell on his bed relaxingly, he remembered that Suki and him had wanted to go to the mall together tomorrow. So he quickly got up before he got to comfortable and walked off to his dad. He searched in the bedroom. Nothing. Still and quiet. He walked over to the kitchen, looking at his steps. He lifted his head. "Dad-," he stopped abruptly as he noticed his father was speaking on the phone and the word "Kya" came up: his mother's name. His hand absently slipped on the doorway of the kitchen and he listened intently.

"I know, I-. Hm? I don't know when i'm going to tell them about Kya. Yes, I know. As a matter of fact, I am a good parent... Just because I haven't told them doesn't mean i'm a bad parent! ... What?- NO! I can't say it myself, I don't want you telling them... Yes, I admit it, I can't do it. How am I supposed to tell them she was defending an innocent child by-by...," Sokka knew what was to come would tremble his whole world. "... by stupid gaang bangers!" Sokka drew back a breath. No. "Mhm... yeah. There you know it, you've known it. Shot dead. What do you mean where? In the leg you idiot! Then in the head..." ... "... I can't tell them, Peter." You just did, Dad.

Zuko's bare knuckles hit the door to Mai's house impatiently. How would he say it, how would it come out? 'Oh, hey, Mai. I kissed the girl that might be your worse enemy., You know, the whole 'Rat' thing'. No. Mai opened the door. She bit her lip and her eyes drooped. "Zuko," she whispered out.

Zuko found himself sitting down on Mai's couch in her living room. She sat down across from him and fiddled with her fingers anxiously. "Zuko, I-... I... I need to talk to you about something. Something important." She stood and sat and stood. She went over to him and kneeled, holding onto his hands. Her head downward shamefully. "Yesterday at the club-," oh no, this had to be bad. It had to. ";... I'm so sorry..." Zuko's brows furrowed. He stood, not knowing, or not wanting to know, what was going to happen. Mai stood from her knees. She began to bang her closed fists gently on his chest. "I don't deserve you," she began tearing. "I did something stupid last night. My friends got me to drink- and I- I..." No. "I'm s-... I slept with a man I only met that night." His eyes grew larger and his body became totally frozen. What!? "Zuko, I-... i'm so sorry!..." He wanted to back away, to get away from her completely. "I don't deserve you. I can't be your girlfriend. Zuko... I might have a baby...," she cried hard. "We... weren't protected." Zuko opened his mouth to speak, breathing in air before. "Look, Zuko, i'm sorry!" she rushed out. "I swear. I drove home when I realized what happened, it was still night- I- I... I hit a car. A girl was in there. I-... the police came, said she was dead-!" No, no, no, oh, please, god no! Please don't let it be her... "It was around ten-," It is... Jia... ";- I got home and I cried my soul out. Zuko, i'm so sorry!" His mouth flung shut and his head automatically fell downward. It was. It was her. And it was over.

Aang unpacked his things. He missed his parents. Even though, of course, he never really got to know them. They were dead. He loved his aunt and uncle but he hated living at their house. They constantly fought about nothing and it became aggrivating so quickly. And just then, shouts began to be heard. He sighed as he finished packing. They were in the backyard arguing again. He set his backpack in his closet and walked over to a chair and carried it to his window outlooking the back yard. He set it down and sat. His aunt threw down a small shovel she had been holding in her gloved hands. "How could you be so heartless!?"

"I don't want to do your gardening darnnit, woman!"

"It's not about the gardening! You're doing it again!"

"Doing what, you crazy old bat!? Who knows why I married you!" He threw the gloves he had on in to the pool next to them, the glove slapping the surface harshly. Tears began sprouting out of the aunt's eyes.

"Why did you marry me, huh? Why did you put me this?"

"Oh why did I!? You're such a selfish cooped up bitch!"

"DON'T YOU CALL ME THAT!"

"Or? Huh, or what?" Aang squinted his eyes as his heart turmoiled. He knew it. They were at the brink of divorcing each other. "You're a slutty whore. Go do something helpful and rake in some money from around the corner," and he walked away. He couldn't handle all this fighting anymore. He had to get away.

Katara spoke to Toph over the phone in her room, laying down and twiddling with a strand of her hair. "Toph... can you ever tell me what really happenend?"

"What-uh. What do you mean?"

"What happened last night with you and Zuko."

"...Why do you want know?" she rushed out.

"Toph-"

"I don't have to tell you. You're the one meddling!"

"Well, is that bad?"

"Yes!"

"Well, I think I should!"

"Why? Is it your duty to meddle or something? You have a right?"

"Yes, it is. It's my duty to meddle."

"Hmph. Well I don't thnk thats that fair-" The phone began to beep. Katara checked quickly and saw that somebody else was calling. Her boyfriend.

"Toph, i'll call you later all right? Aang is calling me."

"Thank you!" Katara switched people and was now talking to Aang.

"hey."

"Hey... hey, um Katara?"

"Yeah?"

"I have to tell you something important, ok?"

"Ok..."

"Well, being with you has been great and all," Katara sat up and sidled over to the side of the bed. "But... well. I'm having trouble here with my folks and... well, I don't really need this right now."

"What are you saying?" Katara's mind screamed thoughts.

"What i'm saying is that I think it's best if we both stay single for a while. I'm sorry, Katara, but it's over. Done. I'm sorry." Beep, and Aang hung up, leaving Katara there frozen. Over? Done? Tears began falling out of her eyes and she soon found herself crying out loud. She rushed over to the bathroom and snatched a tissue box. She quickly strode back to her room and locked the door. Before she knew it, she was blowing out her nose tremendously, tears hushing down her cheeks, and her room cascaded down with bunches of tissues around the floor. It couldn't be over, not just like that. She strained to reach the phone to call Toph, but couldn't. She just stayed in her room and cried out.

And it wasn't over, no, not yet. This day can get worse, and worse. But then again it's the right and wrong that we learn from. Funerals, break-ups, death, truth, scars and blood, and cheating. How much worse or serious can this get? And it's times like these that it's best to learn how to save a life.