I do not own Avatar the Last Airbender
Tally is Toph
Tara is Ty Lee
Ju Dee is Ms. Dee, would it be rude to say duh?
Mr. Bould is the Boulder
Ruler here
The weekend before entering a new school was over, and so was the opportunity to sleep in without school related nightmares.
Isaac walked into the small first story guest room that was no Zacks.
"Good morning! It's time to get ready for your first day of school," Isaac greeted chipperly.
"Die," Zuko answered groggily. The irritable tone in his voice was unmistakable.
"Come on, I will force you out bed if necessary," Isaac said with a little less cheer.
"Die slowly," Zuko said a little more aggressively.
With that Isaac grabbed Zack underneath his arms and plonked him in his wheelchair. Zacks response was slamming down the breaks so his Uncle couldn't do anything.
"So that's the way your gonna play it," Isaac grumbled as he gripped the handlebars on Zack's chair.
"Hey! You are not on the list of people allowed to do that!" Zack cried out. By this time Isaac had dragged the chair halfway across the room.
The carpet had two long black streaks that doubled as deep rivets. It would never be the same again.
"If you stop then I will get ready all by myself," Zack settled begrudgingly.
Isaac stopped and let go of the handles. Then he walked out of the room.
Five minutes later Zack wheeled out of the room fully dressed and combed.
"How fast can you change?" Isaac asked in amazement.
"That's my secret," Zack said politely.
"The school hasn't arranged a special bus for you, so I will be dropping you off," Isaac informed. "But they said that they would."
"Okay," Zack shrugged. It was pretty obvious that that this was normal. He wheeled up to the table and grabbed a piece of toast.
"We better leave soon or you're going to be late," Isaac told him.
Zack wheeled out the door and down the rickety makeshift ramp that his uncle created for him.
Isaac came down as well, but it looked more like a clumsy gymnastics routine rather than walking down stairs. Apparently avoiding loose planks on a cement stairway is very hard.
"Where is your car anyways?" Zack wondered.
Isaac walked to his garage and pulled the non-mechanical door open. Revealing a mint condition mustang convertible.
"That is the same car I drove in high school," Isaac bragged.
"The same model?" Zack asked.
"The same CAR," Isaac repeated.
"Are you a pro?" Zack blurted out.
"No, I run a kid safe club at the mall," Isaac clarified.
"Cool, so how will I get in the car?" Zack asked.
"I lift you into the seat and pack your chair in the trunk," Isaac explained.
"Great," Zacks said through gritted teeth and sarcasm oozing out of the word.
"You don't like being lifted," Zacks uncle guessed.
"It makes me feel like a five year old," Zack grumbled. "That and people always laugh at me when they see me being handled like that."
"I bet they stop when they see the chair," Isaac pointed out.
"Not always," Zack explained.
"Well we are running late so no one will see you," Isaac said impatiently. With that he put his arms under his nephews armpits.
Isaac heaved Zack up and plopped him in the car.
"I am not used to lifting large teenagers," Isaac panted.
"And yet people wonder why my father is in such great shape," Zack thought aloud.
"He must be," Isaac commented. "How many times does he have to lift you?"
"Every time there isn't a ramp," Zack answered.
"Please excuse me for feeling so happy that I never had to do that with my son," Iroh pleaded. "Now let's get going."
The convertible pulled up to the school as the last warning bell rang. This made Zack late, but there was no audience for the hysterical process of an amateur taking Zack out of his wheelchair and forgetting to take the chair out first. Leaving a steaming and embarrassed Zack to fume on the ground for 20 minutes while his uncle wrestled with a folded up wheelchair.
"I will stop by the school office to get the information," Zack said when the whole ordeal was over.
"Wait, I have to come with you," Isaac interrupted.
When Isaac finally caught up with the speeding boy both walked into a stark white office.
A secretary met both of them with an eerie grin.
"Hello. I am Ms. Dee," She said as if she was guiding a tour. "Welcome to Quadelements Academy. A wonderful place to learn."
"That's more than just a little bit creepy " Zack thought aloud. Isaac stood as rigid as a statue.
"What is your business at this exciting place?" She asked in the same manner.
"This is my nephew," Isaac introduced shakily. "I informed you this weekend of his disability."
"Yes, so unfortunate," said while her left eye twitched, which made her whole head jerk to the side.
Zack wheeled behind his uncle. Normally he had very strong nerves but this was too much.
"We need his schedule information," Isaac explained while stretching the neck of his T-shirt. "We also need notes to excuse him from certain activities in classes like gym."
"I have that for you," Ms. Dee complied. That creepy smile never left her face.
"We thank you," Isaac said while slowly backing out of the office after she handed to him. As soon as he was three feet away from her he bolted. Bringing Zack along with him as well.
"I cannot believe that she still works here," Isaac freaked out. "And she hasn't aged a day."
"That is scary," Zack shook himself to get rid of the chills. Then Zack had a small panic attack when he saw the school schedule.
"Looks like I have gym," Zack sighed. "Good thing I have a note excusing me from running and junk. Wait it isn't here."
"Excuse me but I will have to bring you to gym myself," Ms. Dee apologized while poking her head out of the dull gray door.
She took Zack' wheelchair by the handles and Zack was too creped out to protest. They stopped at a set of double doors at the end of a large hallway. The doors were painted an ugly faded blue.
"Wait here," Ms. Dee said as she stuck her hand in front of Zack. "I will discuss cutting you from the running program with Mr. Bould."
For once, as far as Zack could tell, Ms. Dee wasn't smiling. In fact she looked full of dread and annoyance. As soon as Ms. Dee walked in a rush of air few out of the gym.
The sounds of squeaking sneakers and an obnoxious whistle filled Zacks head.
"Mr. Bould you will have to excuse the new student from the running program," Ms. Dee said a little too politely.
"No student is exempt from anything in the class of the Boulder!" a rough voice shouted.
"Zack Ashton is…" Ms. Dee tried to explain.
"The Boulder does not care what his pathetic excuse is," Mr. Bould interrupted.
"Zack come in!" Ms. Dee commanded very loudly. Then she held the gym door open for him.
"Ha! What kind of wimp needs help opening the door?" Mr. Bould mocked. That's when Zack came in and Mr. Bould turned as red as a tomato.
"He is excused from the running program," The Boulder gave in as he avoided Ms. Dee's smug grin.
Off in the distance a short mocking laugh could be heard.
"Cornsilk get your but over here," boulder yelled. "No one laughs at the Boulder."
Kat was walking to ancient myths class when her sweaty cousin appeared by her side.
"He's here," Sean grinned and pulled away from her,
"Try deodorant," was all Kat said in return.
"Zack has AM class with you," he said while she was still in hearing range.
"I am going to find out that your lying soon because look, the AM room," Kat shouted as her cousin walked away.
On the door to AM class was a huge poster with various pictures. There was Zuko's blue spirit mask that had almost no paint left on it. Then there were fragments of Aangs, Zuko's and Iroh's wanted posters. There was even the dirty and chipped pendant on Katara's necklace.
Sooner or later everyone who attended his class knew that Mr. Ziemia believed in all of the myths he taught.
Kat walked in the door and bumped into Zack. He was staring at the blue spirit mask as if he was in a trance. Then Katara took a seat.
The bell rang and Zack snapped out of his trance.
"Hello class, lets welcome a new student," Mr. Ziemia introduced. "He is the young man in the…"
"You can say it," Zack reassured. This brought all eyes to him.
"The young man in the wheelchair," Mr. Ziemia finished.
"So Sean was telling the truth," Kat grumbled. "I wont be able to look him in the eye for weeks."
"Yes, Katlyn Van Dykima, it is quite shocking that your cousin told the truth," Mr. Ziemia talked very slowly and loudly. "Now lets pull out your copy of prince Zuko's story and turn to page 50."
Zack raised his hand. He didn't have a copy of this book nor had he even heard of it.
"Yes Mr. Ashton," Mr. Ziemia called on Zack.
"I don't have a copy and I don't know what this book is about," Zack explained.
"You just had to get him started didn't you?" A rough and crude voice yelled out.
"Tally that is enough. The book is about the tragic life of Prince Zuko. From his birth to his tear jerking death, The Prince is one of the most interesting characters you will ever see in ancient legends," Mr. Ziemia had said this all like he had just been sprayed with happy gas.
Everyone in the class groaned.
"He never was the good guy in the story, but he was never truly bad," Mr. Ziemia explained.
"The good men in these tales were all teenager just like all of you," He started to ramble off.
Zack inwardly groaned. This was the last thing he wanted to hear right now.
"Then there was the Avatar," the teacher would have continued if hadn't been hit four wads each from a different corner of the room.
"I think I get it now," Zack rushed to get it out before the teacher could continue.
"Good," Mr. Ziemia said while suspiciously eyeing everyone in the room.
After the teacher found a copy of the book class went on.
School finally ended and Zack decided to wait a while for the crowd to go away. Partially because it made sense, and partially because he didn't want an audience when his uncle put him in the convertible.
Kat walked up to Zack. She didn't want him to get the wrong impression.
"Hi, I'm Kat or Katlyn Van Dykima," she introduced herself.
"Hi, I'm Zack or Zackia Ashton," Zack mimicked.
"I think you have met my cousin Sean," Kat recalled.
"Yeah, tell him he can't cook soup," Zack said bluntly.
"He does that as a joke to the new kid on the block," Kat explained.
"In some twisted way that is actually a relief," Zack thought aloud.
"I hear the cool guy on the block is your uncle," Kat changed the subject.
"Yep, but I only met him a few days ago," Zack answered.
"Your family lives far away?" Kat questioned.
"No, as far as I know there was this squabble between my dad and my grandpa. The family just split up after that," Zack summed up.
"Sorry," Kat apologized.
"It isn't your fault," Zack shrugged off. "Besides you must have your own problems with Fred living in your front yard and all."
"You would be surprised at how many exterminators have tried to sue us," Kat grumbled.
Then three honks sounded in the parking lot.
"Come on!" Sean yelled.
"Gotta go," Kat waved as she ran to Sean.
He smirked at her when she finally got to the car.
"Alright, you told the truth for once," Kat admitted.
As the two cousins drove off in that old bug of theirs you could hear the bickering.
"Hi," a perky voice greeted. The voice belonged to a gray eyed and black haired girl. She had a mild tan, but other than that there was nothing out of ordinary about her looks. Well maybe she had large boobs, but that was it.
She had a creepy smile though. It was like Ms. Dee's only it had an overly cheery and less "Invasion of the Body Snatchers" feel to it.
"Tara, stop freaking the poor guy out," the voice Zack recognized as Tally's had come to his rescue.
When she came into view you could see Tally looked exactly like Tara down to the hairs on her head. When they stood side by side the only way you could tell the difference between them was one had a goofy smile and the other had a sarcastic look on her face.
"Twins," was the only thing Zack could get out of his mouth.
"Thank you captain obvious for pointing out that I had a twin sister," Tally said bitingly. "I never would have guessed otherwise."
"It's just that you two seem so different," Zack pleaded.
"We are, I'm into boxing and she is into cheerleading," Tally clarified.
"It's Ok," Tara forgave,
"I swear I am not related to you," Tally banged her head against her palm.
"Good luck proving that," Zack told her.
"Well see ya," Tara goodbyed and cart wheeled away.
"See ya," Tally goodbyed and jogged after her sister.
"This place cannot get any weirder," Zack thought aloud.
Thank you Anaway, Alo, RueBroadway, Flippflopper333, The Cookie Thief, and Hanjeu. Hanjeu, your English isn't bad. You have much better English than many other non-native English speakers.
I researched the name Cornsilk and I didn't need to research the name Van Dykima because I live in an area with Dutch people out the wazoo. How many people just got an image of me clogging? Admit it.