"Yeah she definitely doesn't takes thinks like this easy and she's kind of a character, who would try to deal as much damage as she could, when she thinks, that she might loose a fight." I can certainly see her trying to take as many people as she can down with her. "It's good to see the girl fighting again." Yes, it's very refreshing to finally write her in a better position again. She's getting back on her feet in a sense. "she has motivated herself to do some sports again." I can't see her as someone who would sit still for too long. Azula needs action in a sense. "The next step has to be to accept this a a good progress for herself and not allowing her fathers point of view to occupy her own." That's the real challenge for her; regaining the confidence she had lost and seeing herself for who she really is. "TyLee and Teo are working on it and it seems to me, that their support and Kataras support are helping her to make progress in this case." Yeah, having a support system helps her a lot, more than she realizes. "She seems to start to accept, that she needs help and that she has to change some self-destructive habbits, she got used to during the last months." But yeah, she doesn't like admitting that she needs help but she kind of does it anyways. "And it's good to see, that the officials have decided to take her out of the house of her father." Indeed, he is a man who does her a lot of harm. "it seems you'll stick to the issues both had in the cartoon." Yes, she still has an iffy relationship with her mother. "But it'll mean also, that she has to leave her new found friends behind." It's bittersweet; it is both an opportunity for her but it is at the same time she is leaving Wan High just when she is starting to make friends. "I'm running and a lot of stories are giving me hints and ideas how to work with my own ideas or giving me new ideas." This is what fics do for me as well, which is why I will always argue with people who claim that fanfiction is a waste of time. Thank you as well and you're welcome!

"The officer is right, adult or not, in the eyes of the law he has beaten and injured an already helpless person." He wasn't exactly helpless, but the law, in this instance, only sees an adult beating a minor. "The circumstances will definitely affecting the punishment" but yeah, circumstance has a chance to lighten the blow. "But he has also to face the damage, his actions has done to Katara and Suki. He starts to realize, that his actions might cost him the chance to help Suki and to see his baby grow up. He has put his girlfriend in a miserable place, too." This was an eye opener for him, up until now he has had a bit of a selfish streak. "Baby belly and alcohol isn't a good combination and I hope you're not planning to let this mistake have permanent effects on the baby." Exactly, it's never a safe equation. In this fic I won't have lasting damage for that, but only because I'm already working with so many plot lines and stories. I don't want to over do it. I feel like, especially with my outline gone, I won't be able to handle another major plot line like that. "She needs support and Katara is offering this support. And she's offering it, because Suki is still her friend and Katara cares for her." Despite it all, they definitly have each other's backs. "It's good to see, that Suki understands the way Katara feels and that she doesn't blame her for snapping at her." I feel like Suki, though she makes mistakes, would be good at owning up to them and that's why her apologies are so effective.

For the first time since losing her sight, Toph was glad to be well away from Wan High. From what Aang and Katara had been telling her, it was a disaster over there. It was mess of criminals and near-deaths.

And her life was a mess of re-learning and adapting.

She stroked Appa's fur. So far, he was the only perk to having lost her sight. At least now she had the fuzzy companion she'd been begging her mother for since she was seven years old.

The promised that they would teach her braille, pretty words about how she'd be able to see without seeing and then she'd be back in school in no time at all. She didn't have the patience for it, she was tired of being stuck at home with a personal tutor. Her parents were overbearing as it was. Now they didn't seem to leave her side at all. She was surprised that they let her visit Katara on her own.

She stood up and Appa stood too. It was still somewhat disorienting to get out of bed, the slight drop had felt like leaping from a cliff and into a bottomless pit. These days it was more like jumping into the deep end of the pool. Still it was jarring and she had to take a moment. She heard Appa pounce and land with a thud, his leash tightened around her wrist. She slowly lowered her feet until she could feel the carpet brushing against them.

Appa waited for her to start moving. He walked steadily in front of her, something that they had been working on. When she had first picked him out he had a tendency to go too fast for her and she would stumble, cussing, to the floor.

She wished that she could have seen her mother's face that came after that outburst. She supposed that priceless expressions were just something she was going to have to learn to live without. She was going to have to cling to the memories of the ones she had seen.

She could hear Appa panting as he led her down the hallway. "Appa, left." She commanded. He pulled her away from the wall and made the turn. He came to an a stop and she knew that she was at the end of the hall. "Appa, left." After a few feet, he stopped again and she knew that she was at the staircase. Her heart thudded, the stairs were always her least favorite part.

She felt around for the railing and grabbed hold of it and then she tested the waters for her first step. It was an embarrassingly slow process of carefully feeling for each stair and then stepping onto it.

She sighed. "Appa, right."

He took her around a large decorative vase. It would seem that her family was still in the middle of removing all of the tripping hazards. She groaned to herself, she couldn't believe that they had to 'blind-proof' the house for her. She and Appa just just need a little time to get used to each other and then oversized vases wouldn't be a problem anymore.

But learning to trust Appa was a task of its own. Despite her vocal commands, she somehow got the sense that it was he who was leading her. She had no way to tell if he was actually listening to her until she was standing in front of the fridge.

She was thankful that she knew the house like the back of her hand, otherwise her parents would have to walk her around the house too. She had to groan again, as a new question came to her head. She had no idea how the hell she'd be able to direct Appa to an entierly new place that she had never visited before.

Her doctors and tutors kept promising that, that would come in time. But how much time? She didn't want to have grey hairs before then! Oh, Twinkle Toes would give her hell if he saw how timid she was being.

She pried what she assumed was the refrigerator door open. Come the next issue; once upon a time her parents had the money to install a system that could read her, her meal options. Currently she was reduced to picking something random and sniffing it to figure out what it was and whether or not it had expired.

One of these days she'd have to train Appa to bark twice if something was good and thrice if it was expired. She had to remind herself to take baby steps...Twinkle Toe steps.

.oOo.

Michi was nagging and lecturing again. It was getting to a point where Mai thought that, harsh words were all that her mother knew. And her father? The man always turned his head to it.

She just wanted a moment of peace where Tom-Tom wasn't fussing and her mother wasn't pitching a fit.

"I just don't understand what was so hard about watching your brother. None of this would have happened if you…"

"If you didn't try to pin it all on me and the BeiFong's. If you would have just paid his medical bills then you wouldn't have had to waste more money on this crazy lawsuit!" Mai snapped. She winced to herself, it was both liberating and nerve-wracking to finally speak out against the woman. To share her thoughts.

"Do you know how much money we wasted because of…"

"Of you." Mai stated flatly. "Because of you and dad." She inspected her nails, sleek, black, and filed to slight points as they should be. "Maybe you can yell at him too for pulling out of the lawsuit entirely." She wasn't surprised that his guilt had gotten the better of him. He was as good as done the minute Mrs. BeiFong hit him up with the blind daughter sob story. Not that Mai, herself didn't eat that right up. But the financial hit that came with dropping the suit was nearly as intolerable.

Her mother's eyes narrowed. "How dare you speak to your mother like that?"

"Like what? How everyone else talks to their parents?"

At that her nose crinkled. "You are not a commoner, Mai. You will speak like a lady."

"And Tom-Tom will speak like a gentleman?"

"Of course!"

Mai spared a glance at Tom-Tom who was a mess of mud and grass stains. "Good luck."

Just like that, her phone was no longer in her hands. "You can talk on the phone again when you remember how to talk with respect." Michi said sharply.

The woman had already taken her laptop and her desktop, and her TV. She had taken a good collection of her leisure reads as well. Pretty soon there wouldn't be anything left to take. She was tempted to reveal her new ink right then and there. But she was already one sassy one-liner away from losing her car. The thought of having to utilize the school bus was enough to have her slamming her hand on the table and storming to her room. She noticed a curious Tom-Tom peek up from his play. She shot him a glare and his head snapped back to his coloring book.

Her books, her internet connect, her slew of questionable friends that she could text regularly...they were keeping her grounded. One by one she was losing them all. Mai wondered if her mother knew what option she had left her with. Perhaps she should go back to bottling things within, at least when she suffered in silence and without a voice, she could suffer with books and electronics.

Her mind was turning unpleasantly and this time she had nothing to distract her. She couldn't say why she had argued with her mother, knowing that she agreed with her. Maybe she was hoping that her mother wouldn't place the blame on her. Maybe she was hoping that the woman would help alleviate the guilt. Mai drew out her blade and turned it between her fingers.

Lord, she wished that she had her phone or a book to rifle through.

Whether Tom-Tom's accident was her fault or not, she could, for certain, attribute herself to Zuko's leaving. The boy was probably dead with a needle in his arm because of her. She ought to confront June about that. The woman knew something, but she couldn't for the life of her remember what that was. Or if she had actually heard right at all. The memory had been tainted and clouded by a few drinks too many.

Even if she did recall correctly, to take June down, she'd have to confess to underage drinking and getting a tattoo. That didn't hold any appeal either.

She tried to shift her mind to a better place, but only found a worse one.

Azula.

It was always Azula.

Mai turned the blade over in her hand, that time she closed her fist around it until familiar prickles burst in spots over her palms. Azula was just another thing to guilt over. Soon she'd be just another slash on her wrist.

Of course she couldn't have known. Azula hadn't reached out to her in any way, but then, Mai hadn't exactly made herself approachable. She opened her hand. If anything she had made it clear that she wanted nothing to do with the other girl. She flipped her sleeve up and pulled off her arm warmers. She believed that Azula had the right idea anyways. She dragged the razor along her wrist. She watched the blood trickle, mesmerized by its steady flow. It was so morbidly relaxing. Ten times so now that she didn't have white noise videos to create the same effect.

If only she had as much nerve as Azula.