Alright! Woot! Woot! Here is my first every story on Fan Fiction! Yeah1 Can I get a "Woot! Woot!" J Anyway, go ahead and construct the criticism, I will take as much of it as I can get as long as it isn't presented in flame-form. I have flames so if you give them to me…well, uh- how about ya just not. Okay? Okay.

So, without any further ado, I present to you,

A Cinderella Story

Katara pulled her old forest green Jeep Wrangler up to a parking spot, trying to squeeze between a silver Volvo and an empty spot. She hopped out of the car, grabbed her purple backpack with nine key chains hanging off of the front pocket zipper. She slung it over her shoulder and pulled a small folded up piece of paper from her front jean jacket pocket.

"Okay, now let's see, I'm in the second section of the parking lot, so the main school doors should be right around-" Katara looked up to find her two step sisters honking at her to move with their fancy pear-white Escalade blasting hip-hop music by Beyonce. She scoffed and trotted away as if she were too mature to be acting like them.

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She opened up the school double doors to find mayhem and havoc wreaking through the school in the form of high schoolers. She exhaled breathlessly. 'This is gunna be a long day.' she thought putting emphasis on 'long'. She went to the main office. There was a pinkish red carpet sprinkled with white. The only barrier between Katara and the secretary who was on the phone jabbering as she punched in keys on her computer was a thin wall of Plexiglas.

She tapped on the Plexiglas softly with her index finger. But sure enough, it was enough to get the woman's attention. She was saying good-bye to her phone chatting friend and motioned Katara to go around to the office door. The woman stood up and walked over there to meet Katara at the door. She was small and slender, kind of stocky. She had curly dark brown hair down to her shoulder blades peppered with gray hair. She had a tweed skirt-suit on and glass hung around her neck on a line.

"You must be the new exchange student, Katara. I'm Ms. Bowerman, the secretary. For about a half an hour, Katara was standing there pretending to listen to the secretary as she handed her a map of the school highlighted all of her classes and the best route to get there, a school agenda, and her schedule highlighted, also. "Plus, I have a little assistant helper who could be your new best friend. He'll show you around the school and hang out with you today." He motioned from the other room. A kid around her hight in beige short kakis hanging lower than his knees and in an orange shirt with a yellow stripe across the middle with a Red Sox hat on walked in.

"Katara, this is Aang. Aang, this is the new exchange student, Katara." With a fake smile, she strode quickly back to her desk, sat down, punched in a telephone number, then began chatting all over again. The boy smile warmly and stuck his hand out to shake.

"Aang." He said kindly. Katara shook his hand trying not to frown. 'Gee thanks for the update but I think I already knew that.' She thought sourly. She shook her head. 'He may be a loser to me already, but he's the best friend I have right now.' She paused and looked at the kid awkwardly. 'Well this is pathetic.' "So, what's your first class?" He asked leading her out the door.

"Umm…Algebra 2." She replied looking at her schedule.

"Sweet. I've got that too!" He said enthusiastically. "C'mon, it's right down the hallway. After I'll show you your locker and give you a tour of the school. Then we can get some cafeteria food. Sound good?" He suggested. She nodded saying nothing in return. Then she looked at the clock with a frown.

"It starts in twenty minutes." She explained to him.

"I know; it always helps to get a good seat. You don't want to be stuck with the sick-cold-kids of behind Farting Frankie. Ick." He shivered. She did too at the thought. She walked into the room. Aang sat right in the middle at a table and slapped his books on the desk. He patted the seat right next to him, motioning her to sit down.

Until about ten minutes after, only a few kids had come in. Then a big group of guys who looked like jocks, followed by three of four giggly cheerleaders walked in the room. The jocks claimed the back row. There were four. Katara tried not to stare, but one particular one caught her eye. He looked unlike the others. Longer hair tied back in a long lace in the form of a pony tail- and a flame over his right eye. 'Maybe he just has some bad parents of was beaten when he was younger.' She thought trying not to look at him. But she could automatically hear his voice and laughing out of the others. From what she was hearing, two were named Sokka and Jet. But somehow, she knew the guy she was staring at, wasn't named either of those.

Katara looked over at the cheerleaders. She studied them for a while too. One's name was Jun, the other's Azula and the third one's name was Yue. 'What strange names.' Then she overheard the guys whispering about how she keeps on staring at the cheerleaders and them. Then she heard him laugh- him the one she was looking at. She looked forward, her face turning beet red in embarrassment. Aang looked over at her.

"Are you okay?" He asked. She turned and looked at him with a weak and fake smile.

"Hey, hey, hey! Look who it is, Shorty! I bet you've been sitting there for a long time. But you're too short, so nobody could see ya!" Aang whipped around with a frown.

"Shut up, Zuko." He said icily, mostly sharp on Zuko's name, though. That was his name- she knew it already- Zuko. Zuko scoffed, lazily leaning against the back of the chair with his arms crossed all bid and bad like. Aang still wore a strong frown on his face.

"Geez, take a joke, Shorty." A cheerleader said.

"Azula, sis, s'okay." Zuko reassured. Katara tried keeping her eyes on the empty green chalkboard but she was so tempted to look back with Aang that her eyes kept on slipping and catching glimpses of the cheerleaders. "What's the matter Aangie?" Zuko scoffed. "Looks like somebody's mad. What have you been suckin' on today?" He asked. His friends on each side of his were making noises to prove Zuko just dissed Aang.

"Your mom's chest hair!" Aang yelled. Zuko was silent, as was the rest of the class. Zuko stood up with a mean frown on his face. The cheerleaders began 'aaww'-ing. Azula was silent, her eyes looking watery. Zuko grabbed Aang by the shirt and lifted him up off of the ground.

"Listen kid, I don't know who you think you are, but you do not have the right to talk about my mother." He paused. "Because she died when I was only five." Then the teacher walked in, clearing his throat to get everyone's attention whom was chattering. Zuko dropped Aang back into his seat and sat down at his won desk. Katara took a flash back. Zuko looked hurt, but tried to act tough like he wasn't still sad but didn't like Aang and his attitude.

After class, Aang told her the whole history on why he and Zuko hate each other so much. Before they took their tour around the school, Katara got hungry so they stopped by the cafeteria and ate at first lunch. Then they toured the classrooms, the gym, they talked about the after school activities and which teachers you need to look out for so you don't end up on their bad side. Then they went to the football field. They walked into a bottom bleacher. The cheerleaders were chattering and flirting with the football players.

That kid Sokka was talking to that little cheerleader named Yue. They were always blushing. Sokka seemed a lot more tough when he was around his friends. 'Speaking of friends…' Katara looked around. She saw Jet and Zuko on the football field doing push ups and throwing the ball and kicking the ball, not being all caught up in the girls or fooling around, but practicing.

But the Katara noticed Zuko stop. He was looking at a girl. A certain girl that for a second or so, he couldn't take his eyes off of. Katara gasped. It seemed like either the color on her face was draining, or she was blushing tomato red.

'He's looking at me!'

Yes, it is a short chapter, but hey- I have to start out small. Or walk before I can run. Besides, it's just a first chapter. And criticism is welcome as long as it isn't in flame form.

And this is my version of A Cinderella Story. Say what you want about the characters, but that's how they are going to be. No matter what. They might be out of character a little bit. But it is based on the show. Yue and Sokka…always blushing, Jet and Zuko not getting caught up in anything but instead training and pushing their limits…even the rivalry between Aang and Zuko.

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