Sorry I haven't written in so long! ;
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Katara slammed her fists on the wall in aggravation.
"How long are you going to keep that up?" Zuko asked, leaning casually against the wall. "We're probably going to die anyway."
"Well, aren't you a bundle of joy!"
He rolled his eyes at the waterbender. For once, Zuko wished he had stayed outside to get soaked with rain and captured by his sister.
Katara looked around- maybe Zuko was right…After all, where would hitting the wall get her? If the wall would just fall down already…she thought.
The tubs seemed to grow more menacing by the minute. "Think, Katara," she whispered to herself. "You're clever, sane, and more importantly, better than him. Think!" An unexpected voice interrupted her thought. Katara and Zuko glanced at each other for a moment, then at a tub. A little girl sat in the tub, her back to them, softly crying.
"Katara?" Zuko whispered.
"Yes?"
"Who…Who is she?"
The little girl seemed to be around eight years of age. Her hair was stringy, and wet at the tips.
Zuko and Katara slowly made their way to the tub, hoping to comfort the child- what happened next surprised them both. She turned to face them. Her face was white as snow…and her neck was bruised.
The tub was filled with blood.
"No one wants to play with me," she whimpered. "No one wants to play."
The teenagers couldn't seem to catch their breath.
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Short chapter. Oh well. I'm busy with the next chapter of Oh Boy.
