Ending the Misery

"You're all here for one reason, and that reason is not because some annoying great aunt signed you up for the stupid childhood trauma organization, but because you have lost something to yourself greatly in your life. Whether it be a parent, or two, multiple family members, or just yourself, were abused, and any other thing that you can think of, the thing you lost stole the rest of your childhood from you, in different ways for all seven of you standing in this room." He looked all of them in the eye. The first one a small bald kid, looking to be only twelve looked back towards himself with wide gray eyes full of laughter and fun but hiding pain and confusion. He wore an orange T-shirt with long black denim shorts and tight running sneakers tied to his about size 7 feet. He looked back at his orange shirt seeing his name tag reading Aang Sawicki.

Next there was a girl looking to be around the same age as Aang. She wore a light green spaghetti strapped tank top, with mid thigh denim colored shorts that were rolled only once. She had one brown gladiator sandals and her toe nails were a chipping green. Her name tag read Toph Bei Fong, and she was blind.

After Toph sat a boy that was far taller than Aang but his face still held the same innocence. His eyes were a burning shade of blue his skin tanned. His arms lay at his side and he wore a dark blue sweatshirt with a light blue T-shirt underneath. His pants were black exercise shorts that stretched down to his knees. His name tag was labeled Sokka Kaiser in messy print.

Next to him was a girl who had a striking resemblance to Sokka they were related for her name tag read Katara Kaiser in neat print. Katara adorned a layered look with a sky blue tank top underneath of a white elbow length arm shirt with a jeweled button un closer at the top. She had on denim Capri's with navy blue Chuck Taylors.

Beside her there was a boy with tan skin, and long ruffled shaggy hair that he was constantly flipping in which what direction. He had on a plain black T-shirt with baggy green tinted khaki shorts that also reached down to his knees. His name tag printed sloppily Jet Ricci.

Next to Jet sat a pale boy with cold amber eyes. He looked as if he had locked himself up not wanting to share anything with anyone. He wore an open black button-up shirt with a white tank top underneath. He wore long baggy denim jeans and his shoes read OSIRIS® across the tongue. His name tag printed somewhat neatly Zuko Moretti.

Beside Zuko sat a girl whose demeanor couldn't be colder. He golden irises were as sharp as daggers and her expression was as cold as ice, her arms were crossed along with her legs, it was like she was trying to keep herself together because her pieces were falling apart. She had on she wore long black leggings that ended with black urban faux leather booties. She wore a long gray shirt that tightened around the end, her shirt read "baby loves her Couture" in bold black letters. Her name tag read Azula Moretti in perfect cursive but he didn't need to read her name to know the two were related.

And that was his group, these seven kids that looked completely different from each other would have to come together and trust each other enough to share their stories and offer advice to others. And from the looks of these kids this was going to take a lot of work and a lot of trust. Looking at them he couldn't even tell which one was going to crack first, usually it was a female or one of the youngest in the group. A person that the rest of them can single out, but seeing these faces he knew that none of these kids seemed openly willing to talk about their past, he would have to break through some major barriers. He would have to start off with the basics and break off from there.

"Well, I can see that you are all very excited to get started on our curative activities, let's all begin by saying our name and who signed us up for these sessions." He made a point not to say therapy sessions he didn't want to have all the kids thinking that there was something wrong with them. This was not about them being mentally ill, this was preventing that to happen by letting them sort out the ordeals of their childhood and expressing their emotions in a safe, non-judging place so that we can tell them that it's going to be okay and that they did nothing wrong. When you look at the big picture of therapy it seems like there really is no point but people need it and he knows that this will help them.

One of them snorted snapping him out of his tiny trance convincing himself that he was doing good for these children, he looked towards the culprit, if he remembered correctly the boys name was Sokka. "Would you like to go first then?" He asked motioning for the boy to talk.

"No," He said in plain simple words testing the man's limits.

"I guess you only know what best for you." He responded, "Perhaps I should go first." He looked at all the blank faces staring up at him, this was going to be his hardest challenge yet. "My name is Aldo, obviously no one signed me up here but my mom's name is Claudia and my father's name is Joseph. See people it's not that hard, I'm not asking for your life story just your name and one small piece of information."

"Yet." The cold girl stated flatly, he looked over at her, her manipulative eyes looked him up and down reading him like an open book.

"What's that mean Azula?" The boy next to her, who he took to be her brother said in monotone looking off in to space annoyed with his little sister.

"He's not asking us our life stories yet." Her eyes never left him, no one spook in the room and from that he could tell that she saw right through him, through all his ways of saying things without sayings things. She looked to be his most difficult to crack, but he has never turned down a challenge. He made it a game to find the most challenging partaker in each group of kids, finding a challenge kept his drive going and is what made him the best at what he did. All these kids looked as though they could lead up to the potential of an extreme challenge, that's probably why no other child and teen, therapist would deal with this youth group.

"You," He said pointing at the first boy he saw, "Aang," He repeated looking down at his name tag for reassurance. He motioned one finger calling the boy to where he was standing in the middle of the circle. "You start." The boy froze looking at all the faces staring back at him. There was only six but I felt like six hundred.

"My name is, is, Aang," He looked from face to face. "My guardian Gyatso sent me to this place, because ah, um, I was asking some ah, questions, about my past and-and I didn't like the answers-s, I was getting, um, about them."The kid was a nervous wreck, but he did go first showing some self confidence at least.

"Let's go in a circle." Aldo said, "Toph you're up." He pointed his thumb to the center of a circle going to sit in her seat while she spoke.

"Yes I am blind, I am done now?" She said looking at me even though she could not see me.

"No, not yet, you need to answer the question I had prier asked." She sighed.

"Fine, my names Toph, and I'm blind, now get outta my seat." Aldo slapped his forehead, she was gutsy but she was flexible.

"One more," He said holding up a sol finger.

"My parents put here because they think that I have issues or something, now I have a question for you, when is this class over?" This time he sighed.

"We still have 25 minutes in our hour session now moving on," He sat up and pointed to Sokka, "You're turn." His shoulders slumped but he sat up anyway, his face looked confused but then his expression became goofy and aloof.

"My name is Ryan Seacrest, and American Idol® thought that I should be here so that-"

"Sokka," Katara moaned burring her face in her hands.

"Fine, my name is Aang and my dad Gyatso decided to put because I didn't like the answers to my questions." This got a laugh out of some of the kids which was good, sometimes the one goofy kid was all that people needed to bond, laughing was a easy was to make connections.

"How about I go, in place of my idiotic brother," The girl next time he asked offering her seat up.

"Yes, that would be a pleasant idea." He shifted seat down as Sokka took his place next to him smirking.

"My name is Katara and my brother's is Sokka, our dad is out of town, but our Grandmother decided to enroll us here for her better judgment." She gave Sokka a disproving glance before taking her seat.

Jet got up before Aldo reached his seat from his cocky expression and his secret holding eyes you could tell there was more to him than meets the eye, he stood before everyone looking them all up and down glancing at some more than others, when he finally decided that he had a good enough judgment of everyone he spoke. "My name is Jet, I had to many last names to tell you so I'll just stick with Jet." He name tag clearly read Jet Ricci but Aldo would let the boy talk. "My friends actually signed me up for this thing, thought it be a good idea I guess." He went back to his seat he eyes flashed to the left meeting something fast enough that Aldo didn't even know what it was.

He decided to discover that later and sat up turning to Zuko, Zuko made no move to get up and avoided eye contact at all cost.

"Excuse me," He said bending down to the boy level. Zuko's sad eyes flashed to Aldo's, they had a brief understanding in that second and Zuko stood up.

"My name is Zuko, My Uncle put me here." He sat back down waving his hair in front of his eyes. The room fell very silent.

"Well that was fast," He heard Sokka mumble underneath his breath but was silenced by a hard slap to them are from Katara.

"Shut up!" She whispered, sensing something about this Zuko character. Aldo laughed at the way teens acted, so oblivious to the world saying anything on their mind, at least that was how normal teens acted but something about half of these kids in the room was seriously wrong and it was Aldo's job to fix it. He reached his final participant she looked up at them, her eyes blazing and he expression cold, the contrast of her features gave her an extraordinary beauty that he had never seen before. She stood up barely meeting his height but her eyes never left his. This one was different, this one was his challenge.

She center herself perfectly in the middle of the circle, she held her head high while speaking. "My name is Azula Lombardi Moretti, my emotional Uncle decided to sign me up for this therapy session along with my brother," she motioned to Zuko and took a seat. Aldo looked up at the clock.

"Look's like that is it for today, I will see you on Saturday for our extended session, have a nice week." Aldo stalked over to his desk while the teens shuffled out of the room dreading returning this Saturday. He glanced down at the document on his desk, it read the name and age of each participant.

Aang Sawicki-13

Toph Bei Fong-13

Sokka Kaiser-16

Katara Kaiser-14

Jet Ricci-15

Zuko Moretti-17

Azula Moretti-14

He was going to make it his goal to fill up this chart with each child's difficulties and losses, and any other traumatizing experience, and he was going to map out how well they deal with them. He was going to help these kids, and that Aldo was sure of.

Wow i haven't made an update in like forever for like any of these stories! also by the way Merry Belated Christmas, and any other holiday you celebrate! Avatar is owned by Micheal and Bryan not by me, I hope that you enjoy, as I said before now comes the entertaining part. :)