My Guardian Angel

Chapter 3

When the moon found the sun
He looked like he was barely hanging on
But her eyes saved his life
In the middle of summer…

When the Day Met the Night – Panic! At The Disco

A:N/ Ah-HA! New chapter! Beat that!

But the fun starts – Katara shall officially start school. And wow. Sokka got up before her, lulz.

Disclaimer: I don't own Avatar: The Last Airbender or Foamy would definately be a main character.

-x-

Ring! Get up! Ring! Get up! Ring!

As I slammed down the snooze button on my alarm clock, I thought it might be a good idea to get my head checked. Last time I heard it, my clock didn't rotate between "Get up" and "Ring".

"Kat, what are you doing?!" Sokka almost shouted as he threw open my door.

"Getting ready to throw this lamp at you," I mumbled, my words muffled since my face was stuffed in the mattress.

"Katara – school starts in half an hour!"

That got me up. "Wait, what?! I set my clock for 5 and I only hit the snooze button once!"

Sokka slapped his forehead. "At our wonderful new school, it starts at 5:30," he quickly explained, "so you better get ready!"

"Fine, fine, just get out!" I screeched, stumbling out of bed. I didn't even pay attention to what I got; I just grabbed what was on top. I refused to be late on my first day of school. Before I ran out of the room I paused, glaring daggers at my treacherous clock.

As I skidded to a stop in the bathroom, once again sliding on the rug, I quickly stripped of my PJ's and threw on whatever I had in my arms. It definitely could have been worse.

I had a rugged old pair of jeans with tears in the knees and fraying at the bottom, so Dad, the amazing tailor, had quickly patched it up. And when I say "patched it up" I mean he hacked off the fabric from the knees down, sewing them up so they weren't completely destroyed. The shirt I tugged awkwardly over my head was a v-neck, dark blue, with a black hem, short sleeved, another victim of my father's dangerous needle.

As I scrambled out the room and dashed into the kitchen, I grabbed the pear Sokka was about to eat. When he started to protest I said, "Find another one, big bro."

He groaned and joined me on my mad dash. "I really hate you sometimes," he growled as I found our bags at the front door. "And I was actually up on time today!"

"Where's Dad?" I asked frantically, chucking the core of the pear into a bag we used as a trash bag.

"He's getting the car!"

Great. "What time is it?"

Sokka's arm shot into the air as he checked the time.. "5:11. I don't know how long it takes to get to the school, though."

Yeah, first day of school and I was so going to be late.

Suddenly there was a honking outside, then the sound of feet slapping concrete. Dad threw open the door, looking flustered and said in a strained voice, "Come on! It takes about ten minutes to get to school!"

"Coming!" Sokka and I chorused. I snatched the strap of my messenger bag and hauled it onto my shoulders. The thing was heavier than I thought. "I'm going to the car!" I said, hurrying towards the door. I hastily added, "It is there, right?"

"Yes, now go!"

I flung open the door and was flying. I raced down the sidewalk and hopped into the backseat of our dark green Chevy, bouncing nervously on the leather. I was about to head back into the house when I saw Sokka and Dad sprinting to the car. Dad didn't even lock the door, he was in such a hurry.

He and my brother reached the car and jumped in. Dad started the car as quickly as possible and we shot out of the driveway.

I looked at the clock and was relieved to see it was only 5:13. Wait, 5:14. In any case, Dad had said it took around 10 minutes so we'll be fine. While we were all breathing deeply, Sokka managed to open the glove compartment and fished out the tape (1) that had saved our lives in many situations like this one.

"Got your iPod on you?" he asked, knowing full well it would be a miracle if I did. While he was stuffing it into the reluctant tape recorder, I patted my pockets looking for any small lumps.

"Uh…" I mumbled, trying to remember where I had left. "Oh wait, I think it's under your seat!"

Sokka reached under the seat and searched until he found what he was looking for. "Got it," he said, connecting it to the cable. As the familiar tunes of the Beatles filled my ears I relaxed, closing my eyes, taking a breather. But then my bag was lying innocently on the seat next to me and I knew I had to make sure Dad didn't get any more Hello Kitty folders again.

I stripped off the Velcro and was about to dump out the bags entire contents before I thought better of it. I stuck my hand in, getting the feeling I was putting my hand in a monster's mouth. When my hands clasped around a piece of paper I pulled out what appeared to be my class schedule.

"Huh." I was scanning the schedule and asked, "Hey Dad? Did you have any of these teachers?"

"Read me some," he answered, keeping his eyes on the road.

"Umm… Professor Zhao?"

Dad laughed before saying, "You've gotta be kidding me! Professor Zhao is still there?"

"Oh, so you remember him?"

"You bet I do."

"Was he a good teacher?"

"Hated the man's guts."

I cringed. But hey, at least he was being honest.

After a few more minutes on the road, (Yellow Submarine came up and I had Sokka replay it twice) Dad pulled off onto a long road that led to the school. "Alright, here's some money, I want you guys to buy your lunch for a while until we get a bit more organized," he said, handing Sokka and I each a five. "If it's not enough, pool together and split the food."

"Uh-huh," I said vaguely, staring at the building as we pulled around a corner. The veil of trees gradually thinned and I was starting at my new school; I've got to say, the thing was huge! It looked like it could fit two and a half Omashu Highs. I swallowed nervously. "Um… wow."

"Don't worry, sweetie, I felt that way when I first saw it too," Dad reassured me. Somehow I wasn't reassured. He turned his attention to Sokka and explained quickly as we came to the drop-off, "I want you to just follow the flow of students until you reach the main desk. Make sure you don't lose sight of your sister. If Mrs. Wu – she prefers 'Aunt Wu', actually – is still there you won't have any trouble. She'll get you to your proper classes."

Sokka nodded and took on his role of the responsible adult. Yeah right. It was still fun to watch when he messed up and asked me to save him, though.

"Alright, see you guys later," Dad said. "You get out here."

I didn't think it would be smart to talk, so I just followed Sokka's lead and leapt out of the car and onto the sidewalk. He took the sleeve of my shirt and started to drag me through the crowd. "Mrs. Wu… Mrs. Wu… excuse me, do you know where the front office is?" he asked to a girl clad in pink with a long braid trailing to her waist.

She was chatting with her friends, two other girls. They were both raven haired and wearing red. The girl farthest away from me stared at Sokka like he was from another planet, while the other looked positively bored. "Oh sure," the girl in pink said, standing on her toes to point over the mass of heads. "You just have to cut straight through and – see that white desk way over there? That's the main office."

Sokka was craning his neck, and by the way he said, "Oh yeah, I see it. Thanks." I could tell he didn't know where it was.

I sighed. "Thanks," I said, grabbing Sokka's shirt and leading him through the throng of teenagers. "You had no idea where she was pointing, did you?"

"Uh… not really."

"Honestly, what would you do without me?" I asked, weaving through the people. As we neared the front office, I saw a bronze bell on the counter, and, seeing as no one else was there, rang it.

"Coming, coming!" a voice called from somewhere inside. It had a sort of airy tone to it and I braced myself for a hippie to come barging the door with large sun glasses and beads hanging from her neck. As Mrs. Wu ran to where we waiting, I was slightly disappointed; she had a few necklaces, sure, but no big glasses or tie-dye shirt. She had long, graying hair pulled into a high ponytail and was wearing casual slacks and a spotless white blouse. "Ah, you must be Katara and Sokka Usheii, right?"

I nodded. "Yes. We just moved here from Maine and we're not entirely sure where to go."

"Mmm… you have your class schedules, correct?"

"Oh – yes!" I exclaimed, fishing it out of my bag. "Here you are."

"Thank you," she said, pulling out a small pair of spectacles from a shelf. She took mine while Sokka was still trying to find his. "Let's see… well, for first period, you've got math, dear." She pulled out a blank sheet of paper and an orange highlighter. She drew a rough sketch of what could only be the school and began adding numbers to blocks that had to be doors.

"Ah-ha! Got it!" Sokka said, finally finding his agenda.

"You'll have to wait," Mrs. Wu said, circling each of my classes in order, ignoring my brother. "So Ms. Jun teaches math in room 21, and lucky for your first day, your second class is right across. That's science by Professor Jeong Jeong – he's in 25 – and I'm sure you'll be learning about volcanoes. It's his favorite way to start school up again, loves to teach young people about how dangerous fire can be. He's a bit whack if you ask me."

I really didn't want to rush her, but the hallways were quickly emptying, so I asked politely, "And for period three?"

"Ah yes, you've got gym for period three with the Boulder."

"The… Boulder?" I asked skeptically.

She nodded vigorously, causing her spectacles to bounce precariously on the bridge of her nose. "Don't call him Mr. Boulder. Ever. He'll make you do fifty push-ups, right then and there," she clarified.

"Ah…"

"After gym you've got astronomy with Mr. Pathik; it's at the very top of the building, not hard to miss. Then for fifth you have music with Mr. Chong – you can always join the band if you wish. Sixth is lunch, one hour. Now for seventh…"

We talked about my classes for the next five or so minutes before the warning bell rang. "Oh geez, I've got to run. Thank you very much!" I said, seizing my paper and throwing it in my bag.

As I hurried in the direction of room 21, I heard Mrs. Wu say cheerfully, "Oh, don't worry, we'll just give you a late pass."

-x-

I made it to class in the nick of time; I chose a seat in the back, not quite ready to be the center of attention – or gossip. "Yeah, new girl." "I hear she came from Maine!" "Doesn't she have weird skin?" "Her eyes are so freaky!"

As the door swung on its hinges, ready to click back into place, a hand caught it. I couldn't help but stare; it was ridiculously pale. My skin was definitely going to be a problem.

As Ms. Jun stepped into the room, she smiled and said in silky voice, "Well, good to see you all here." She walked around the room, her stiletto heels clicking on the floor. "It seems as though we have a new student." She took a folded paper from her desk and said, "Katara Usheii! Stand up!"

I shot up, ignoring the stares I got. Ms. Jun smiled again and crooned, "Welcome to the class. You come Maine, correct?"

"Yes ma'am," I answered right away.

"Hmm. Not bad. At least she has manners," she said, glaring at a boy from the corner of her eyes. "You may sit."

My cheeks on fire, I settled into my chair, gazing straight ahead. I noticed Ms. Jun had an impressive tattoo snaking around her arm.

"All right, let's make sure none of the lessons have leaked out your ears," she said, dragging down a chart. "Paper out!" she barked.

It was going to be a long first day.

-x-

I was trying to concentrate on the bar line and where the staff bar should go, but with Mr. Chong singing on top of his desk with his guitar and the thought of lunch and freedom, my mind just couldn't cooperate. Finally the bell rang and Chong sang, "Be sure to finish that up for homework, guys!"

I was desperate to get out of the room and see Sokka again. I stuffed all my things into my pack again and was about to race out of the room when something wrapped around my ankle and pulled me to the floor. "Wha - !"

I was dragged under the table, banging my head on the side. "Ouch!" I started rubbing the bump that had formed as the hand released my foot.

"Oh, sorry," someone said in a tone that said, It's your fault you got pulled down here. Your foot was in the way. "I thought you were someone else."

"Oh… well sorry I'm not them." I was about to stand back up but then I asked, "What are you doing anyway?"

"Dropped a contact," the girl said as if it happened every day. Probably did by the way her eyes looked. "I'm Toph, by the way," she added, sticking her hand out and squinting her eye. I shook her hand.

"Nice to meet you; I'm Katara. Need help with finding your contact?"

Toph smiled. "Please."

So I hacked off the first ten minutes of my lunch helping Toph find her lost contact. I found it after six or so minutes, under a chair, but then I wanted to help her clean it off. "It's no big deal," I said, helping her up.

We went to the bathroom where she washed the bit of plastic off and popped it back into her eye. "Ugh, I hate these things. I'd rather have glasses any day but my parents say contacts look better." She paused, before, "What would you do?"

"Are you kidding me? Glasses all the way. I'd freak out if there was plastic in my eye every single day."

Toph laughed and gave me a high five. "Way to go, girl."

"Anyway, we've got lunch to go to."

"Oh yeah, Twinkle Toes is probably furious with me."

She started to walk out the door but paused and called back, "Hey, you're new here right? Want to sit with us?"

Wow. So they weren't all jerks. "Yeah, I'd like that."

"Well come on! I'm starving!"

And thus, my friendship with Toph Bei Fong began.

-x-

I was sitting at a table with Toph and her friend Aang, when another girl came up and asked if she could sit with us. Her friends were still on vacation, some place called Kyoshi, where they'd stay for a few more months. "My name's Suki," she said as we all introduced ourselves. She had a sandwich, Aang and I had salads, and Toph had a burger.

She and Suki got into a huge argument over what mystery meat was really made of. I had a feeling they'd get along just fine. Aang was just eating his salad quietly, putting his two cents in whenever he was asked for an opinion. He glanced up at me every two minutes, blushing as his head shot back down.

I had a bottle of Coke and was absentmindedly flipping the tab back and forth, chanting, "V, W, X, Y, Z…" The tab broke off on Z. "Hey, hey, hey!" I said, breaking into Toph and Suki's conversation. "Whose name around here begins with Z?"

Suki began giggling, and I mean hard-core-girl giggle. When she was finally able to stifle her chuckles she asked breathlessly, "Wait, let me see your schedule." When I gave it to her she was excited and her eyes shone brightly. "Hey, we have the same last three classes! Anyway, for the Z thing, there's always Zhao. We've got history with him next – you'll hate him within the first five minutes you meet him." By my expression she could tell I wasn't thrilled. "Oh, fine then. There's always Zuko."

"I think I'll choose Zuko," I said, rolling my eyes. "So who is he?"

"Oh, he's the older brother of the queen of the school. At least she thinks she is. Azula Honoo, official snob. I can't say much about Zuko, just that he keeps to himself and doesn't really belong… well, anywhere."

"Aw man, so this is a clique school?" I asked, rubbing my temples.

Suki laughed at my reaction. "You got it. Here, check it out," she said, moving over the table so she sat next to me. "See that girl way over there? Like, near the corner?"

I had to strain my eyes but I saw her. "Yeah, so what?"

"That's Mai, Goth extraordinaire. She's buds with Azula and Ty Lee." Seeing my confusion she added, "Ty Lee's the cheerleading captain. Girl bends more ways than should be physically possible."

"Uh-huh… but is Zuko here?"

Just then lunch bell rang again – time for history with apparently the worst teacher in the universe.

-x-

"Alright, catch you later Toph, Aang," I said as they headed off to the astronomy tower. I was towed by Suki where she led me to room 39.

"The devil lives behind this door," she warned, easing the door open. I was shocked to see the room was completely empty.

"Where is everyone?"

"Hiding," Suki answered vaguely, pushing me into the room first.

"You're joking."

"Am not! Just wait until the last possible second, the entire room will be flooded."

"I'm surrounded by paranoid people."

"Nah, you should meet this one new kid, Sokka. He wouldn't even touch the flask in science."

"Aw, paranoia runs in my family."

Suki laughed again before choosing two seats in the very back. "Coming early does come handy, though. These seats are always the first to go."

"Joy."

As we sat down the warning bell rang and one more person joined our meager class. Suki poked me in the ribs with her elbow, pointing to the boy who just entered. "See him?" she whispered excitedly. I wanted to roll my eyes. No, of course not Suki, which him? "That's Zuko!"

Now my interest was piqued. "He looks kinda familiar," I said, cocking my head to one side. Suddenly he turned to stare at us; the intensity of his golden stare was enough to send shivers up my spine. I wanted to know where I had seen him from, but… too late! His back was turned. Wait, now it looks more distinct…

Ring!

The final bell rang and, just as Suki had predicted, the door banged open and the entire class poured into the room. Some glared at us, ("Don't worry, they're just jealous we got the good seats.") but most just moved to the second-to-last row. The Zuko fellow sat in a corner to the left of us, so Suki and two other desks were between us. His bangs were covering most of his face. He was wearing baggy jeans and a dark red T-shirt. I swear I've seen him before!

I finally noticed that the room was completely quiet. There was tension in the air, and the students weren't talking. Everyone was standing straight in their seats, hands folded in front of them. Even Suki was doing it. When she stared at me out of the corner of her eye, I was about to ask what everyone's deal was, but…

"Sit up straight!" someone barked. The door was swung open, revealing a pale man with enormous sideburns. Had everyone else not been dead silent, I might have laughed. The man looked like a monkey!

If possible, everyone's back shot up straighter. Professor Zhao was wearing thick boots that thudded on the floor when he walked. It was more like marched, actually. "We are here to learn," he said, speaking as though he was reading from a note card. "Nothing else. Many of our other teachers may think it's…" He paused, leering, "appropriate to talk to one another. Perhaps to gain ideas or to discuss difficult math problems."

He stopped at the front of the room before gripping the back of his chair. "Well I for one say all those teachers deserve to be fired," he snarled. "School is a place to learn, not to chat." He turned around once more before, "I understand we have a new student. Miss Katara, would you mind standing up?"

I got shakily to my feet. Suki was right; five minutes in and already I didn't like him.

"Welcome to the class. What did you think of my little speech?"

"I-I thought it was, uh, intriguing," I stuttered, mentally kicking myself for falling into his trap.

He smiled, showing all his teeth. The grin seemed to reach from side of his cheek to the other. For lack of better words, it was… creepy. " 'Intriguing'. Never thought any of my students would say that." He inched towards the door. "I'll be back in a moment with your history books. Katara, you may sit. No talking."

Once he left the room the entire class seemed to let go of a breath they all had been holding. I dropped into my seat, seething. "So?" Suki asked, drumming her fingers on the desk.

"I hate him," I said bitterly.

-x-

Finally!

The last class of the day, English, was just beginning. Our teacher, Ms. Song, seemed nice enough. Then again, Ms. Jun's math class looked like heaven compared to Professor Zhao's hellish class.

"Alright everyone," she said pleasantly, sauntering into the room with a stack of books stacked in her arms. "The first thing I want you know is that I just adore to read. We'll be reading the tale of Omashu first. It's based after a real place. Does anyone where Omashu is?"

I raised my hand warily.

"Yes?"

"It's in Maine," I answered.

"Very good. Does anyone know what the legend says about it?"

I raised my hand again. Ms. Song just nodded in my direction so I said, "They say there were two founders of the city. They were in love, Oma and Shu. That's how the town got its name. It says there were originally two different towns that were in war against each other." I paused, waiting to see if I could go on. Ms. Song smiled encouragingly. "Apparently the two were so in love that they went against their own town's rules, building a labyrinth underground where only the two could go. Anyone who tried to follow would be lost in the never-ending tunnels."

"Mm-mm," Ms. Song agreed. "Do you know how Omashu was re-named and how the two built the tunnels?"

"Well, the legend says that the pair learned from a pair of mythical creatures – I think they were called badger-moles. They learned the animal's secrets and built the labyrinth together. And as for the re-named down… They say that one day the man didn't come. He had died in the war between the two villages. The woman was devastated and unleashed a horrible show of her power – they called it 'earthbending'."

"Very, very good!" Ms. Song said, clapping her hands together. "Have you heard the story before?"

"Actually, I lived in Omashu," I confessed.

"Even better! You'll know more about it, so this book probably won't confuse you as much. It's rather old, so of course they'll use a mature vocabulary-," she stared at a boy in the last row with messy brown hair "-but I just love reading myths." She began to shuffle the books. "Alright then, everyone I need you to come up here and take a book. One at a time, please, and tell me the numbers in the front cover so I can write them all down."

That was generally the rest of the class, just trying to get a book without killing anyone in the process. Zuko was in this class too, and he waited until everyone else had their books before going up to Ms. Song. Once people had their books they would sort of mill about, not knowing what to do. Suki and I decided to get a head start on it, so we went back to our table to start reading.

As soon as I cracked open the book I fell blissfully back into the world of words where anything could happen. As the second chapter swung around, (He was from another nation than I. We were at war.) I felt someone poke me in the back of my head.

"Hey," Suki whispered, poking me again, "Ms. Song is talking."

I closed the book and turned my attention back to the teacher. "I've been talking to Mr. Piando, the drama teacher, if we might be able to use some of his props for a segment later on. I thought it might be fun this year to act some important parts of the book after we're done reading it. He says it's a wonderful idea."

"A play?" I murmured softly to Suki, keeping my eyes on Ms. Song.

"Sounds like fun," she answered.

I shrugged.

As the dismissal bell rang, Ms. Song called above the rustling of backpacks and papers, "Be sure to bring your book tomorrow! I want to get to chapter three by then!"

As we piled into the hallway, I glanced around for any signs of Sokka. Catching my drift, Suki asked, "You looking for someone?"

I nodded. "Yeah, my brother."

"The paranoid one?"

I chuckled. "Yes, the paranoid one."

"Why don't you try outside?" she offered. "That's where everyone should be – parents are picking up by now."

Instead of answering I just followed the mob of students to the doors. A car horn beeped, and I picked out our Chevy waiting second in line. "Katara!" Sokka shouted from the front seat, waving.

"Coming!" I hollered back. No one else seemed to mind since they were all too busy yelling and trying to find their own cars. "Sorry Suki, but I've got to go. See you tomorrow!" I called over my shoulder, already running to the car. Unfortunately, I didn't see the other person jogging directly in front of me.

"Oof!"

We had collided and I went sprawling. My palms scraped against the asphalt, and I heard whoever it was I had hit mutter a string of profanities under his breath. No one stopped to help – I was trying not to be trampled on.

"Sorry, I guess I wasn't paying attention," I apologized pathetically, not meeting his eye.

"It's fine," he said gruffly, quickly standing up and offering a hand. He seemed almost reluctant to do so.

Nevertheless, I gladly took it and he helped me up. "Thanks."

He nodded curtly and was off. I stared at him, realizing with a jolt it was Zuko. Oh my God. I fell over him. Shaking my head I grabbed my bag and, trying to ignore the sudden heat I felt flood to my cheeks, walked swiftly to the car.

I yanked open the backseat door and hopped in, tossing my bag carelessly into the seat next to me, retrieving the list of phone numbers and emails everyone had given me during lunch. "Dad," I asked as we pulled out of line, "do you have a laptop at home?"

-x-

A shower had definitely helped my frazzled nerves. As I pulled on my pajama's, (grey sweat pants and a white tank top) I ran my fingers through my damp hair and pulled them into a loose ponytail, then headed for my room.

The day had been decent; it helped that I had made a few friends. Dad had promised to get me a computer soon, ("It'll help for school!") so for now I was content to just call on the phone. (We had finally got some new necessities added.)

I was tired, but I forced myself to move to the desk where my diary was waiting for me.

Ahh, I'm back again. Thought you could get rid of me, eh? Sorry to crush your hopes, Diary, but I'm here to stay.

Now them, I'm seriously tired, so I'll just run things by you.

Alright, so today was my first day of school, and it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. There were still some jerks there, but I made a few new friends. I met and befriended Toph Bei Fong, one of the wealthiest students alive, just because I helped her find a contact. Pretty crazy, eh? Then she introduced me to her friend Aang, (he's a real sweet-heart – I can so tell Toph has a thing for him) and a girl named Suki joined in.

There were some serious teachers there too. Professor Zhao looks like a monkey but I don't think you'll ever find another person alive as strict and cruel as him. He freaked out someone nicknamed "Long-shot" by slapping his ruler on his desk. I thought they only did that in old movies.

I think I can live to stand Ms. Jun, but only because she doesn't treat everyone like crap. Everyone says she's actually pretty cool – apparently she just acts like a creep for the first days back, so we'll "stay on our toes." They say she's got a great sense of humor.

Anyway, right before I left, I walked straight into Zuko Honoo. I'm sure I looked like such an idiot. He helped me up, (did you know he's got a huge scar?) but that was it. He just strutted off to his car without a look back. During lunch I flipped back a soda can tab and got Z, but I'm not so sure that's right. Besides, since when can you ever trust pop bottles?

Truth be told, I don't usually believe in that sort of stuff, but at my last school my friend Lily got the letter H and wound up with some guy named Haru. They were making out whenever they got a chance. It's nasty, but I kind of wish some of the fortuneteller junk would work, just once.

I'll let you in a secret – I wish I had gotten J; there's this total hottie in my English class named Jet! We've got some big field trip thing coming up in December, right before Christmas, so maybe I can catch him under the mistletoe. :)

Yours truly,

Kat

-x-

A:N/ -pokes chapter- Ish long... o.o

(1) They have these tape things you can buy at like Wal-Mart and stuff. If your car has a slot for cassettes', you can put that in, and, if you have an iPod, it comes with a cable that connects and lets you listen to it.

Whew! I felt that the last chapter was a little weak, so I wanted to add this one along with it. And of course we can't have a Zutara AU without the main character making a fool of her self with our favorite angsty teen, now can we? And don't worry - I know these first few chapters have zero Zutara action - but it's coming, don't worry.

On Thursday I'm going to a wedding in Ohio, so I won't be back for a while, but I'll try and get a few more chapters done on the airplane ride. I'm freaked out about riding an airplane after seeing Red Eye though… I'm probably going to imagine an assassin is sitting right next to me.

EDIT: Hey ya'll. Thanks to Irish-Piano-Fingers for catching a few of my mistakes. I didn't add W into the alphabet, (gasp! Bad Kiwi! Go back to kindergarten!) and Katara didn't join up with Sokka for lunch. So I'll add something in about in next chapter about him makin' some buddies. Thanks a bunch Irish! :D