Korra's P.O.V

*Beep Beep*

I wake up due to the annoying beeping coming from my alarm. I check the time to see if it's time for me to get up already. It's a good thing that I packed everything last night.

I get out of bed and head to the shower before I leave for the airport. No one whats to sit beside someone who stinks. Right? I know I wouldn't. Once finished, I walk into my closet, grabbing a pair of black sweat pants and my 'Los Angeles Novas' hoodie. I still can't believe that I'm on a professional soccer team. It's been a dream of mine for as long as I can remember.

Since I woke up relatively early, I wanted to treat myself to Starbucks for breakfast. I placed my bags by the door, grabbed my backpack, then was off to put everything in my car. Due to me taking a flight instead of driving, I have to leave my car with my parents while I'm in Los Angeles. I'm sure I'll pick it up eventually, but that's why there's Uber.

Putting my bags into my car took longer than anticipated. The bags wouldn't fit one way or in another position. It was a complete cluster. I ended up placing both suitcases in the back seat, which won't be convenient at the airport, but I don't care.

I promised my mother last week that I'd let her tag along on my trip to the airport. It's a win-win situation. She gets to see me before I leave, and she gets to take my car so that I don't have to abandon it here for months on end.

I get settled in my car, making sure to adjust my seat to how I like it, checking the mirrors, and putting my seatbelt on. Those are the first things I do before starting my car. The drive to my mothers is only twenty minutes, so I decided to grab coffee after I've picked her up. If there's one thing I know about my mom, it's that she has a love of coffee.

I pull into my parent's Craftsman home and see that my mother is waiting on her steps. I wonder how long she's been there. Hopefully not too long.

I pull up to her and get out of the car. "Hey, Mom," I say to her.

"Hey, Sweetie. Are you excited about this new adventure?" My mother has always been accepting of my decisions in life. If I wanted to play on a soccer team, she'd sign me up. And look at me now, on my way to fulfilling my dream.

"I sure am, and I wouldn't be here if it weren't for you." From the look she was giving me, I could tell that she was on the verge of tears. I walk up to her and hug her, "Would you like to get coffee?"

She nods.

I open the car door for her before walking to mine. I pull out of the driveway and are on our way to the nearest Starbucks. I spot a Starbucks up ahead and ask my mother what she'd like. She usually gets a black ice coffee with two pumps of cinnamon dolce syrup. She surprised me today by asking for a caramel macchiato. I don't think she's ever had that.

I pull up to the drive-thru, tell them our order then pull ahead. The only thing I dislike about Starbucks is how expensive their coffee is. I've sure I'd be able to find a way to make it cheaper, but at this point, I'm too lazy.

After our coffee run, it took forty-five minutes before we arrived at the airport. It's a good thing that I live relatively close to the airport whereas others have to travel multiple hours.

Pulling up to the drop-off area, I could tell that my mother was starting to get emotional. "Mom, please don't cry," I say, trying to comfort her, "it's not like I'll never see you again."

"It feels like it. My baby is leaving home." Here we go.

"I'm sure we'll have games here, Mom. I'll even stay with you if they allow it."

"Really?"

"Of course. Whatever time I spend with you is special. Now it will be even more since I'll be gone for a little while."

She pulled me into a hug before I got out of the car; This might be the last hug I get from my mother until I come home. I know I shouldn't be sad, but leaving might take a lot more work than anticipated.

I grab my bags from the trunk of my car before saying my goodbyes. She started tearing up again, but she always does this. Whenever I go somewhere, whether it's soccer camp or a friends house for the weekend, she gets teary-eyed. I love my mother very much, but that can get very annoying. Especially if she doesn't let go. "Alright, Mom. I see you in a couple of" months. I'll call you when the plane lands."

"Alright, Sweetie. Be safe." And with that, I walk through the doors.

I know that I shouldn't be sad, but I'm leaving my parents for the first time in months. They know that I'll see them again, but they also think that I'll never see them again if that makes any sense. My parents are my biggest supporters. Without them, I wouldn't be where I am today.

At the age of twelve, I remember joining my first soccer team. All I have to say is that we sucked. But with time and lots of practice, we got better. I pushed myself to be the best on the team, even if that meant pushing myself to unhealthy limits. I have grown out of those habits, but I could relapse.

That's my biggest fear; relapsing.

I got my nickname, "The Avatar," because the coaches of all the soccer teams, including mine, said it looked like I was bending the elements somehow. I never hurt myself. Even my kicks were just right. I used the wind as an advantage, as you should. And as time went on, the nickname stuck.

My first coach, Mr. O'Nelly, said that "with time and practice, I'd be the best soccer player in the world." He's another reason for success.

As I walk through the door, I see a sign-in station. With a few pieces of information, my boarding pass comes out of the printer. Now comes the worst part; security. I always feel that they're going to find something, even though the only remotely interesting thing about my body is that I have a belly button piercing. That's the only thing they'd find.

Security went smoothly, but that doesn't mean that I was comfortable. I know that I should feel safe around them, but something feels off. Once out of security, I walk to my gate. Luckily it's close to where you get out.

Whenever I go on a trip, I always try to find a seat as close to boarding as I can. Even though I usually take coach, it's a fun little game I play. I've been doing it for as long as I can remember.

After placing my backpack on the seat beside me, I dig through it to find my Nintendo Switch. Why not pass the time with some Animal Crossing? I also connect my headphones to my phone so that I'm able to listen to music. I always press shuffle so that I'm able to listen to something new.

"I was born in a messed up century,

My favourite flavoured sweets are raspberry amphetamines

I bought a car, Beretta at age sixteen-"

I play my game and listen to my music for around two hours. Time flies when you're having fun, I guess. I noticed that I had to go to the washroom, so I put my belongings in my bag, all the way to the bottom, so that no one takes my bag, before asking the lady beside me to watch it. I get up from my spot and start my walk to the nearest washroom.

I'm unaware of where I'm going for a split second, and that's when it happened.

"I'm so sorry," the woman who had run into me said.

"It's no worry," I replied to her. We made eye contact for a split second. I was mesmerized by how green her eyes were. They were dark like an evergreen tree, but at the same time, they were as bright as the greenest grass.

I help her gather her things before I head off to the bathroom. I wonder where she's heading too?

I walk for a couple of steps before jogging to my destination. I'm usually quick when it comes to going to the bathroom. But due to a lovely visitor, I was in there for a couple of minutes longer.

Once finished, I decided that I wanted to grab something to eat. I didn't want to spend a fortune on food, so I went to the closest vending machine. I'm most likely going to be put on some crazy diet the moment my feet touch Los Angeles. My manager has already signed me up for a great gym membership, but I hate going. I like cardio, but I know that weights are essential when it comes to becoming strong.

It takes me a while to decide on what I want, but I eventually settle for a bag of trail mix. It's not much, but it will fill my craving. Once finished, I head back to my seat to wait for the flight attendants to call for boarding.

I wait for around forty minutes before someone calls for us to board. "Flight 242 from Atlanta to Los Angeles is now boarding."

Another chapter added to my crazy life.

The flight was uncomfortable. The seats were hard, the babies crying annoyed the fuck out of me. I'm just glad that I'm able to be on the ground again. I hate travelling, especially when it comes to planes. I have a fear of dying in a plane crash, even though the odds of that are one in five-point four million. There's always a chance, but today wasn't that day.

I know that I shouldn't be anxious when it comes to planes. The pilot is just trying to do his job.

After grabbing my bags from the baggage carousel, I head to the front so that I can get a ride to my new apartment. If there's anything I'm excited about, it's checking out my apartment for the first time; in person.

I walk to the curb and motion for a cab to pull over. "Where to?" The man asked.

"Can you drop me off at Amazon Apartments, please?"

"For sure."

The man and I sat in silence for most of the ride, which I didn't mind. Sometimes you don't feel like talking, and today was that type of day. The driver parked in front of my new apartment building. All I can say is that the outside is unique. You usually don't come across something like this.

I got out of the car, grabbed my bags from the trunk, and head into the lobby. If you thought that the outside was crazy, the inside is even better. It's full of bright colours; Bright green, red and yellow, with dark blue to mellow them out. I'm glad that I chose this as my apartment building. The vibe that it gives off makes you happy no matter what mood you have.

I walk up to the front desk and notice a man sitting there. "Hello," I say to him, with a slight smile on my face.

"Hello!" He said, almost with too much excitement, "welcome to Amazon Apartments. Can I get your name, please?"

"Um... Korra Andrews."

"Like that new soccer player that's coming to Los Angeles. Crazy that you two share a name." I don't know if I should tell him if it's me or not. I think him not knowing would be funny, but at the same time, he should know.

"That's because I am her," I finally confess.

"Really? That's so cool. We've never had a celebrity stay here before." I blush at his statement. I'm no celebrity, but I felt special when he said that.

"That's cool. I guess I'm the first."

"I guess you are. Anyways, here's your key to your new apartment. You're staying in apartment 309." I grab the key from out of his hand and thank him. I walk towards the elevator before he calls, "If you need anything, just call; The number to the front desk is on your fridge."

I give the man at the desk a wave to say thank you. I grab my luggage and head to the elevator. The ride up to my floor was short, which is always good. The signs that were outside of the elevator indicated that I had to turn left to find my apartment. Walking out of the elevator, I noticed how bright the colours were. This apartment building must have a crazy theme. Most apartment buildings I've been in are bland and boring. Nothing is interesting about them. But this one says excitement and happiness are coming your way.

I walk for about a minute before coming face-to-face with the door of my apartment. I take a breath before grabbing my new keys. It takes me a moment to open the door, but when I finally do, all I can do is be amazed. The interior is outstanding. The walls are a warm orange, the type of orange you see before the sunsets. And the furniture in the living room is a dark blue that complements the colour of the walls.

My jaw has dropped. I'm very impressed with the apartment I chose.

I find my room, which is where I dropped my bags off. I know that I need to take a break, but I feel like something crazy is about to happen.

That's when my phone starts ringing.

"Hello?" I asked, even though I knew who it was; My manager Maverick.

"Korra," he says, " I know that you've just arrived in Los Angeles, but I scheduled an interview with the news station regarding your new team."

"Oh, okay?" I reply, "when is this interview?"

"Tonight at eight p.m."

"TONIGHT!" I exclaimed, "I just got here. I'm sorry. I know that I should keep my cool, but why tonight. I just got here."

"I know," Maverick says, "but think of the positives. You'll be introducing yourself to the city. And I'm sure they'll love you."

"Fine, I'll do the interview. But no more until I become settled. Agreed?" I asked.

"Agreed. Alright, see you tonight," and with that, Maverick hung up.

Seriously, Maverick. Why did you have to book something tonight? I took a deep breath to calm myself down from my now booked day. Eight is only four hours away, so I'll be able to tidy this place up a little bit. I'll also be able to shower and pick out an outfit for the interview.

Before I know it, two hours have gone by, meaning that it's now six p.m. I pulled out my black, wide-brimmed fedora, my favourite black jeans, and an 80's red and black, geometric line print, crepe neck blouse. I also decided to pair the outfit with my Doc Martens.

I have a quick shower so that by the time the clock hits seven, I'm out of the house. If there's anything I've learned about being in the public eye, it's that you shouldn't be late for an interview. No matter what you were doing before.

I put on light makeup, only filling my brows and mascara. Once I had everything on, I grabbed my keys and wallet before heading out.

I decided to run down the stairs because I thought that it would be faster. I was right. I ran through the front door to become exposed to the outside world. I walk to the curb and motion for a cab to pick me up. It takes multiple tries before someone pulls over for me.

"Where to?" The woman asked. You rarely see a female cab driver. Cool!

"The news station, please," I said to the woman.

"Late to work, I see."

"Late to an interview." By the look on her face, I could tell that she was confused.

"An interview? What about, if you don't mind me asking," she asked.

"I'm a part of the new soccer team, The Los Angeles Novas, and they're most likely going to be asking me about that," I explain to her. I feel that by explaining it, she would understand. I'm pretty sure she does.

"So, you're a soccer player? That's cool. My daughter joined her high school's team last week. I'm so proud of her."

"Good for her. Tell her that Korra Andrews said to keep pushing forward. That with time, she'll be amazing at the sport."

"I will, thank you," she said.

We stay quiet for the rest of the ride. The only other words I said were asking how much the ride was and a goodbye.

I walk into the studio to be welcomed by a woman at the front desk. "Hey, I'm here for an interview. My name is Korra Andrews."

She gave me a smile before getting up and leading me to where I needed to go. "This is the studio where your interview will take place. Have a fantastic time."

I smiled at her before she turned around to go back to her desk. I walked through and am overwhelmed with the amount of light. Sure, It's a studio, but I never thought that they'd put up with this much light.

Before I know how to react, a woman walks towards me. "Hey Korra," she said, "my name is Corrine. Me and my partner, Garrett, will be taking your interview. Since you're a little bit early, you're able to hang around for a bit."

"Okie Dokie!" I smile at her before she walks toward who I assume is Garrett.

I look at my phone and see that the clock says that it's seven forty-five. My interview is at eight. I sit down on a couch near the door I'd just walked through. I pull out my phone and play a game on my phone. I walk to a new destination where I will be entering the stage.

A few minutes go by before I hear a man shout, "Live in thirty seconds!" All of a sudden, I become super nervous.

Garrett and Corrine are seated beside each other, looking at the camera, waiting to speak. That's when that same man starts counting down from ten.

Once the cameras are live, Garrett is the first one to speak. Pictures of me in my different uniforms start changing behind them. "Atlanta-born is on her way to the top. Korra 'The Avatar' Andrews had joined Los Angeles' new soccer team, The Los Angeles Novas."

"Today, we have the honour to speak with her. Everyone, we introduce, Korra Andrews." Corrine stated. I then walk onto the stage and shake both their hands.

"Hey," I greeted.

"Welcome," Corrine said, "I'm so glad that you were able to make it on such short notice."

"My pleasure," I said. I could tell that I'm stressed out, but I try to hide it with my short answers. I know that I have to be as truthful as possible, but sometimes I feel that I should take it easy.

"So," Garrett says, "how has your stay in Los Angeles treated you?"

"Well," I say, trying not to have a voice crack, "I've only just arrived today. From the ride from the airport to my new apartment, the city is amazing. There are so many different styles of buildings. It's crazy."

Both Garrett and Corrine smile at me. "Well, we're glad you've enjoyed it so far, but I have to ask, what brought you to the passion of soccer?" Corrine asked.

"Well, that's a long story, but I'll shorten it for you. I had this friend back in elementary school that would play soccer with me every day during lunch. It was a blast. When I was twelve, I asked my mother to sign me up for our local soccer team, which she did. And here we are today. On a soccer team with some of the best players in the industry."

"Korra," Garrett said, "why is it that you're the only member of the Novas to be announced?"

"Well, this is my first year playing on a professional team, and the season hasn't finished quite yet. The reason for this is because our managers wanted it to be a secret for a little longer. That's why there haven't been any current announcements."

The interview went on for about forty-five minutes before I leave the stage. Since they were to get off in fifteen minutes, I decided that I'd wait for them to finish up so that I could thank them for the opportunity.

Before I know it, that time had run out, and both Garrett and Corrine approach me.

"Thank you so much for coming tonight," Corrine said.

"No, thank you for having me. I wanted to wait for you two so that I could give a proper goodbye." I told both of them.

"We were happy to host you today," Garrett said. I shake both their hands before leaving. I walk back to the curb to motion for a cab. It takes the first try for someone to pull over.

The ride went quickly, but all I could think about was how tired I was. The second I get home, I'm putting my pyjamas on and going to bed.

And that's what I did.

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