Women were crazy.
Well, according him they were.
He hadn't exactly had some great examples.
His sister, for instance.
She was a evil, morbid, fire-bending psycho bitch.
The little bind girl the Avatar traveled with was a sardonic, stubborn, in-your-face tomboy.
His sister's friends: one was an overly excited, hyper circus freak, and the other one was a depressing, boring knife thrower.
Even his own mother had to have been crazy for leaving him all alone with his maniac father in that miserable, hellish palace!
This led him to the conclusion that all woman were crazy.
Except for the blue-eyed, brown haired, water bending peasant that curled up in his arms every night.
She was really crazy.
And that's why he liked her.
This is my first fan fiction, so any sort of crits or comments will be great. I'll be posting the next drabble sometime soon.