Lalalala! I am so mean to Aang in this fic. -evil grin- Anywho, I--AACK! -wrestles cat- DON'T BITE ME YOU LITTLE CREATON! Erm, hi...heheh! Anywho, sorry for the short chapters. Just deal with it. LOL
And I don't own Avatar, so leave my room. Now. And I mean it. Or I'll sic the ramen on you.
"Ugh…I'm so tired!" Aang collapsed onto his bed—which lifted about a foot off the ground—and immediately found comfort for his exhausted eleven year old muscles. Chun raised his head a bit from the hammock in which he was slung. Both his arms fell over the sides, one knee bent, and the other leg dangling to the ground.
"What's the matter with you, Squidjit?" he asked. Aang mumbled something into his pillow, and then sat up, looking defiant.
"Stop calling me Squidjit, Chun!" he snarled, then fell backwards once again to his soft bed. The light in the room was dim; all the boys ready for the monk to come and take the candle away, signaling time to sleep.
Dong, Yu, and Chang all snickered from the other side of the room. Aang never was excited to be placed with the older boys; he expressed this to Gyatso, but still…here he was, in the same room as four thirteen to fourteen airbenders.
Chun pushed off the clay walls, swinging the hammock with a creak. "So…what happened today?"
Aang rolled over so he faced the wall. The shadows in the room formed demons hiding in the corners. He sighed. "I'm just tired…"
The older boys all laughed, the room filled with the mocking jests. But Yu, the youngest one in the room other than Aang, stopped them, saying, "It is pretty late…"
Dong and Chang agreed concurrently and settled back into their beds. Chun scowled and leaned back into the hammock. There was a knock on the door; Monk Huan entered and took the candle, and the room was blanketed in darkness as well as silence.
Heheh! Again, sorry for the shortness! And this fic is actually gonna be finished! WOOT! Any ideas for some randomness or somethin' just tell me...LOL AND READ AND REVIEW! LALALA!