After Five
Chapter 2
Detention
-Zuko-
I slump into the room. Behind me, Katara is still muttering under her breath about how much she hates me and how I should carry myself better. I do my best to ignore her and take a seat as close to the back as possible. Katara sits right in front of my and turns around in her seat while opening her mouth to harass me more.
I hold up a hand and say, "Katara, leave me alone." She narrows her eyes and opens her mouth to retort but another person walking into the room cuts her words short.
It's Toph Beifong, richest girl in the whole school but you couldn't tell just by looking at her. Long black haired pulled into a messy ponytail, black-rimmed goggles hanging around her neck (to help her see, or so I've heard) ripped black pants, a long-sleeved black shirt with a dark green t-shirt with the words "that's what she said." in white letters.
She glances between Katara and I then takes the seat to my left. Slouched in her chair I can hear 'Ironman' playing from her white headphones.
Another boy walks in after Toph. Looking at the surprised look he is giving Katara, I can tell that this is her brother, Sokka Kirima. He taller than me and much ganglier. His brown hair is pulled back in a short ponytail and he's wearing simple jeans and a blue t-shirt. He sits on Katara's right and does his best not to look at her.
The final member of our little group comes in, looking more confused than the rest of us. I have no idea who he is; a brown touque with a bright blue arrow sits on his black hair while his big grey eyes look at each of us in turn. He hunches his shoulders trying to make himself as small as possible and takes the seat to my right.
"Good afternoon." A teacher says, walking into the classroom. "It's good to see some familiar faces and some new ones. You've got one hour of detention. You know the drill, no smoking, no drinking and no talking. Just sit in your desk and think about what you've done."
After fifteen minutes of listening to Toph's music, quiet as it was, I look up to see the teacher's head back in his chair, snoring softly. "And another thing." Katara has turned around in her seat and is back to berating me in whispers. "Since when did you decided that A) you don't want to be head of the school and B) that you wanted to take me down with you?"
"I didn't decide it! I just got sick of it!" I mutter back. By now Toph, Sokka and the new kid have dragged their chairs closer.
"Sick of being special!? Don't make me laugh." But Katara looked far from laughing.
"No, sick of how this school is being run! My father treats everyone but precious Azula and her friends like trash and I'm sick of it! I want it to stop!"
Katara stares at me for until the new kid speaks up for the first time and she turns to look at him, "Azula? She's the one that got me in here in the first place! Whatever you guys are planning, I want in."
"Planning? We're not planning anything." I say.
Toph looks at me sceptically. "You were the one who said you wanted it to stop."
"What am I going to do? Just go up to my dad and tell him I hate that he's so biased? He hates me enough already."
"Well. I think Zuko's on to something." Sokka enters the conversation. By now everyone is grouped around my desk. "There are a few things we can do to rebel against the Principal that will keep our identities safe."
"Sokka, what are you talking about?"
He leans in close and we all copy the motion. "I'm saying we should start a radio station. You know, a rebel one."
"You're really stuck on this whole 'rebel' thing aren't you?" Toph asks, giving him a wry smile.
"Think about it! How cool would that be? A radio station where we can say whatever we want!" Sokka says, a gleam in his eyes.
Before anyone else can answer I slam a hand down on the table. "I'm sorry about being the wet blanket here but seriously. A radio station? I barely even know you! And I don't even know this kid." I point at touque kid. "Where are we going to find a building, radio waves and all that equipment?"
"My foster dad has some stuff in his garage that looks like old radio gear. He's shown me how to use it a few times." The hat kids says shyly.
"Okay, that still doesn't avoid the fact that I have no idea who the hell you are."
"I'm Aang Gyago." He gives me a wide grin. "And I want to start a radio station with the first people that haven't tricked me into getting a detention."
"It's decided then." Sokka puts his hand into the centre of our group. "A radio station."
"I'm in." Katara puts her hand in.
"Me to." Aang copies her motion.
"We need a name." I say. I'm not putting my hand in.
"We'll call it 'After Five'. That's when the show will air, after five o'clock and there's five of us so." Toph's pale hand sits on Aang's. "Well, we'll be five if someone else puts their hand in."
I look around at everyone's faces. With a sigh I put my hand in. "After Five it is."
Just like that, we started something that would change our school forever.
A/N
Yes, the radio show is called 'After Five' ;D