My goober! I'm sooooooooooooooooooooooooooo oooooooo sorry for the wait! I've had a serious case of writers block for this story and I am so busy I only get about 4 hours of sleep max! Anywho, I don't own Avatar the Last Airbender.

Chapter 7

"Hey, Avi, did you know that if each letter in the alphabet was assigned a letter knowledge would equal 96%, hard work would be 98%, and best of all, attitude would be… 100%!' Lynn ran and squealed all around like an idiot."

Wait, wouldn't it be 'Did you know that if each letter in the alphabet was assigned a number...'? I swear, that Girl's behavior is going to be the end of moi. "Well, umm ok the Lynn, how bout we get started on chores now?" I suggested, hoping to get my sisters mind off of her odd discovery."

Green saucer-like eyes stared me down, "Meh, chores are for losers like you... Ain't that a coinkydink?" She chirped.

Brown locks covered my face as I tilted my head to the left a bit and looked down at my sister. How can someone so cute be so evil? Oh well, maybe one day her attitude will stay the same... Hopefully the cute side.

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From downstairs I heard an explosion, "AAAAAAVI!" I heard my mother call. I began to walk towards the stairs but the smell of a burn something was overwhelming

"COMING!" I yelled back. But unfortunately the sell was so overwhelming that the world seemed to be spinning. Not knowing where to go through the sea of dizziness I fell to the ground. Perfect, juuuust perfect.

Icy water came pouring down from the ceiling as the fumes reached our smoke detector. "IT'S RAINING, IT'S POURING! THE OLD MAN IS SNORING!" Lynn sang, jumping from couch to couch. Why did everything weird have to happen on a Saturday?! Gosh I can't wait for Monday, unlike the rest of the week Mondays are the days that people are the most "normal". Or they're just too tired to talk about all the drama in their life.

Staring daggers at my sister, I semi-politely I asked her to please be quiet. Ok, I didn't say it exactly like that, I said something more along the lines of, "Will you please shut up?! You're making my ears bleed!"

Lynn stopped singing and jumping. But now she was staring at me like I had a cabbage for a head. I sure feel loved… Ish. Ok, seriously, Lynn's "stare of death" was starting to tick me off. Gritting my teeth I attempted to think of a happier place. But with my sister's large saucers staring into my soul, it was become extremely difficult to think! Every second of her staring was becoming more unbearable! I balled my hands to make a fist, trying to contain my annoyance and not punch her.

An agonizingly long five minutes went Lynnette finally said, "Avi, I got something to ask you, It's very important."

I cocked my head at her, since when has the word serious been in her dictionary? "Ok, shoot." I replied, ready to hear her supposedly serious question.

Deeply breathing, she peered around, as if what she was about to ask me was top secret. "Do… You Know… The…" She stopped and looked around again before continuing, "Muffin Man?"

Like I said, I don't think Lynny know the meaning of the word serious. And if she does… She doesn't show it.

Quickly, I booked down the stairs attempting to get away from my crazy sister. Reaching the bottom of the stairs, all I could see was total blackness. "MOM!" I shouted, "What the heck happened?!"

I could hear a rusty voice trying to talk over the thick, black, smokey film, "I was trying to make toast and cook noodles when I tripped and poured oil into the fire which caused the toast to catch fire and then the toaster exploaded." The voice hacked and weezed as the smoke poisoned the room with its awful, stingy stench of burnt toast and fire. Only mom could achieve such an ironic thing. Who else could basically set their own house on fire, only making pasta and toast? Apparently mom can, which is why I'm normally in charge of the cooking, baking, even the housework! All because, Mom normally can't do those things without harming someone or something. Though when she does do them correctly she does a fantastic job.

I stumbled around blindly, waving my arms around searching for a window or anything that could help vent out the terrible smoke. I need fresh air more than anything right now. After what felt like ten years, I found the door, whether it was the front or back door was a mystery to me but I could really care less right now. I wraped my fingers around the handle and yanked on it. The door swung open at full force, launching me clear into the front yard. I took in huge gulp of the sweet, fresh, and not burnt air as I rejoiced in my accomplishment before the ground introduced it's self to my face. I slowly got up, clutching my nose that felt broken. Turning back I witnessed smoke pouring out of the front door, into the great outdoors and gradually making it's way into the higher parts of the atmosphere. It was like Niagra Falls just instead of cascading water my house gave off flying smoke.

Grudgingly, I trudged back to the asylum I call home. Back in the semi-not smoke infested kitchen I can finally start to see our white counters and black and white checkered floor. I slowly made my way over to our so called sink that looks more like an old bucket the people of the olden days used to wash their clothes in. Beside it I found the sad hunk of metal we call a toaster and I pulled out the dead I think what was supposed to be bread.

Honestly, can't mom at least learn how to make toast? It's simple, even Lynn can make toast better than her. It's sad really, I don't understand how mom was able to take care of Lynn and I when we couldn't, now it's like I'm the mom. Why did dad have to leave us hanging?

"I CAN BREATH!" Excalimed a certain hyper eleven-year-old; who bounced down the stairs, like a kangaroo. The platinum blonde bounded into the kitchen humming some song she probably made up.

Lynn bouncingly filled a seat surrounding our lightwood colored table and stared in a hypnotic state at our center piece of sunflowers placed neatly in the center. She wore a neon tie-die shirt that seemed to make flowers of pink, blue, and green. Her baggy hot pink aeropostale sweatpants were safety-pinned in the back and were rolled up quite a bit so that they wouldn't trip her when she walked. Giggling, I thought about how the petite little girl could fit in with the first graders both physically and maturity wise. Though she excels in all subjects when she tries; she is actually very gifted. Just she acts like a psychotic airhead to hide her "inner nerd".

"Watchu laughin' at?" Little Miss Sassy questioned irritably.

"Oh, nothing." I replied, turning to the refrigerator, I grabbed our pancake mix left over from last night's dinner. Humming to myself as I poured the batter onto the pan, the smell of vanilla slowly overpowering the scent of smoke.

"Wake up Avi. Bee, WAKE UP!"

I felt someone jerk me around, my eyes fluttered open and instinctually, I punched whoever dared wake me up.

"OUCH! Bee, that was my nose!"

"O, sorry Lance."

"Uh yeah, you better be." Lance retorted, holding his nose. "Anyway, Bee, today is the day we get you into a new cell. I made up some weird story that I can't remember and the chief believed it."

I punched the air, "Go Lance!"

"WHAT?!" A voice screamed behind me… Oh yeah… Jet's still here… Boo.

"Sorry Jet," Lance said, backing me up, "Your little bee is moving into a new hive."

I swear, at that, Jet's jaw dropped down way past the ground. "WHAT?!"

Walking over to Jet, Lance bent down and whispered something in Jet's ear. Jet's head bobbed up and down the occasional "oh" escaping his mouth. "We cool?" Lance said once done whispering to Jet, reaching out to shake hands.

"Yeah."

Lance steered me out the door to my new cell hesitantly. As if he was regretting what he was about to do. I kept walking when he just randomly tugged me back. "Listen Bee," He whispered urgently...

"WHAT!" I Screamed at Lance, tears streaming down my face. "THERE IS NO FREKING WAY YOU JEARK!" Lance held me down as I tried to beat the friggin goober out of him. How dare He even suggest such s terrible thing!

Sorry about the cliff hanger It's just... It's 1:10 am where I live right now and so I'm super tired. I'll be gone on a trip this week so I'm sorry if I don't update soon. I'll try my hardest though. Please please PLEASE review!

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