Hello again! I have finally completed Chapter 3, but it took me, like, ALL of history class to write it (that's an hour and a half). Hehe. Now I have a ton of homework to do. Well, uh, for those of you who are Bob fans, he's on vacation this week. Darn potato...I never get to go to the Bahamas...

Well, here's Chapter 3.

Chapter 3

"So you're saying that we're in the wrong world?" Sokka asked, confused, and repeatedly tugging his ponytail. After a few hours of convincing Aang and Sokka that I wasn't going to try and capture them, I was finally able to explain as much as I could about the awkward situation.

"My brain hurts," Aang winced, holding his head. Poor kid.

I sighed and lugged my "borrowed" body over to the couch. It was hard even for me to comprehend what was going on, and I just couldn't stop touching that scar on the left side of my face. It was a constant reminder of my awkward situation.

"Well, I just really hope that whatever the heck is happening is going to fix itself so we can get home, and you can get outa that body," Sokka proclaimed. He tugged his ponytail again and collapsed onto the armchair next to me. "It's just really weird that you're Zuko."

"Hey, what can I say?" I said. "It's not like I chose this to happen. Don't forget though, I'm not really Zuko."

I looked at Aang, who was playing with his sleeve. It was so strange that I had the Avatar and "Sokka the Annoying One" sitting in my living room. They just weren't supposed to exist! If I hadn't already been burdened with the task of caring for a body other than my own, I wouldn't have believed any of this.

"Aang."

"Hm?" He looked up at me.

"Do you have any recollection of how you got here?"

"Nope."

"You sure?"

"Yep."

My parents and brother were still standing in the kitchen, totally unbelieving. Apparently, it was hard enough to take in that their daughter was strolling around the place in a firebender prince's body. Adding this new stuff to that wasn't helping them at all. Mom rubbed her head, mumbled something about going to bed, and walked out of the room. My father and brother followed.

Aang got up and paced around in front of Sokka and me. My eyes followed him around for five minutes and then he spoke.

"Is it possible that we live in two different worlds? I mean, you live in this one and we live in another?"

I laid my chin on my hand. "Actually, your world is just a figment of mine. I don't know if your world really exists."

"What do you mean?"

"Here, look at this," I said. I turned the TV on in the living room and changed the channel to Nickelodeon. Perfect timing. Avatar was just starting.

"Water. Earth. Fire. Air." As these words played and the theme continued, Aang and Sokka's eyes grew big with astoundment.

"Whoa! Hey look, Sokka! There's you! And Katara! And me!"

I turned the TV off. "There. Got my point?"

Aang looked back at me, bewildered. "What just happened? What was that thing?"

"That," I started, "is a TV. It's like watching people in a play, except that they appear on that instead of a stage."

"Wow."

"OK," Sokka began. "Why could we see ourselves in a box?"

I then explained that in this world, that "box" was used for entertainment and that the things that were shown on it weren't real. Sokka just stared at me.

"You're saying we don't exist?"

"Yeah. Well, at least not in this world."

Aang plopped down on the couch and started rubbing his forehead again. He glanced over at me and gave a sigh.

"Is it possible that there are two worlds?" he asked.

"Beats me. If there are, though…."

He finished my sentence for me. "…..they're…colliding, or something. There must be some funny stuff going on between them. Maybe that's why all of this is happening. I can't be sure, but that's my best guess."

Sokka leaned back and covered his eyes. "Ugh. This is so weird."

I rolled my eyes. "Tell me about it. Hey, at least you're walking around in your own body."

Aang, who had been watching me, now turned away and stared off into space.

"How come you're stuck in Zuko's body?"

I grazed a finger over the scar and thought for a second. "I really don't know, Aang. I mean, I just woke up this morning and looked in the mirror. I don't remember doing anything. Except watching Avatar last night, but I do that all the time."

Sokka glanced at me. "So obviously that's not what's causing all this weirdness to happen."

Aang sighed and continued to stare at the wall.

I yawned and stretched. Even big boys needed their sleep, and as long as I was one, I was going to have to start compromisingwith its requirements.

"OK, guys. I'm going to bed. I'm exhausted."

Sokka protested. "Hey, what about us?"

I thought for a second. "Well, you can stay in here, if you want. We have some food in the kitchen, too."

The word "food" brought Sokka to full alert. He jumped out of the seat and dashed into the other room. The sound of cabinets opening was followed by a chair being scraped across the floor and a loud munching sound.

"C'mon, Aang. Let's go in the kitchen."

I started in and he followed close behind. I realized how much taller I was now than when I was in my own body. Guess this has an advantage after all, I thought rather happily.

We arrived in the kitchen to see Sokka stuffing his face with all sorts of things.

"Mmmmmm. Theesh eesh tastee!" He mumbled through a mouthful of food. I looked down at what he was eating and cringed. Mustard and uncooked tuna helper? Gross.

I gazed at Aang, who just collapsed into a chair and put folded his arms and put his head on the table. He appeared just as exhausted as I was.

"Hey, Aang."

He looked up. "What?"

You really don't know what happened to you and Sokka?"

"Well, I was just about to lean over and steal his leechie nuts, and then all of a sudden, we were here."

He placed his head on the table again, and snuffed. He must have had a horrible headache.

"I was wondering something," he mumbled. "You know that Sokka and I were brought here?"

"Yeah."

"Well, why wasn't Katara? She was sitting right next to us before we came here."

I ran my "very manly" hand over my head. "Guess that's something we're just gonna have to find out."

I glanced at Sokka, who was shoveling as much food as he could into his mouth as fast as possible.

"Uh, Sokka, you do know that you're eating mustard and uncooked noodles, right?"

He suddenly stopped and spit it all out. "Blaaaahhhh!"

I left the two boys in the kitchen and walked back to my room. I had a headache and I rubbed the side of my head.

Maybe a little sleep might do me good, I thought. After all, this is how the whole thing started. Who knows, everything might turn out better if I take a nap.

After I got in my room, I pulled my shirt over my head and looked at myself in the mirror. I was still getting used to the fact that I had a guy's chest and pecs, along with a few other things that I didn't care to mention. Hey, at least I was stuck in a hot body with rock-hard abs! Whoo!

I smiled inwardly and looked at my face. The golden eyes and thick brown eyebrows I could get used to, but that scar was a different matter. The haircut, the face, the body, it wasn't mine. And I was pretty sure that I wasn't going to relax until I was safely back in my own body.

OK. I figured out why I can't write longer chapters. It's because I can't read or write anything too long or my mind just wanders off. So do other people's. Can't have that happening, can we? If anyone wants a story that's a little more serious, I also have We Are All One. It's a lot more descriptive, too. Well, I'm gonna go to bed now; it's 11:12 and it's a school night. Goodnight, everyone!