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Chapter 2

Katara's first class was with a woman who everyone called 'the bounty hunter'. She was tall and slim with shoulder length black hair, pale skin and bright green eyes. She stood in the middle of the empty dance studio and said in a slightly raspy voice 'Alright everyone my name is Jun Sparks and I'm going to be your dance teacher. I don't want to hear that you can't dance. None of that is permitted here. You are here because you have potential and my job is to help you. I am not your enemy.' She said while gesturing to the students. 'So if we understand each other, spread out. If you have any experience or dance training, move to the left and if you don't move to the right.' Katara moved to the right. She was a terrible dancer and she didn't have any experience and frankly she hated dancing. Jun then proceeded to put on some music.

'Okay class. For the first few weeks I'm going to be teaching you all in general then when you decide your major I'll have to let you go. Now we are just going to loosen up a bit, yeah? So if I point at you step forward.'

At that moment Katara's heart began to race. What if she was picked? She didn't know how to dance? What if she fell and humiliated herself. She was so deep in thought that she didn't notice someone snapping fingers in her face. When she finally realized what was going on panic set in. She'd been picked and she didn't know the song playing and she was going to fail and then nobody would like her and she'd grow old alone and then her dead body would be eating by her cats… okay that was taking it too far.

Katara noticed Jun motioning her forward and she took a tentative step towards her.

'Okay doll what's your name?' Jun asked smiling reassuringly at Katara.

'Katara Summer' Katara replied shyly she look like she would vomit when Jun suddenly changed the song and gestured to Katara 'Well let's see your moves.

Katara could feel all eyes on her and she felt sick. She started moving to the flow of the beat and then she started to relax when suddenly she fell flat on her face. She could hear the other students snickering when a tattooed hand appeared to help her up. She gladly accepted it as she blinked back tears. The hand belonged to a boy a bit taller than she was with brown hair and a kind smile on his face.

'You okay?' he asked looking genuinely concerned.

'I'm fine. Thanks for the help.'

'No problem, I'm Aang by the way.'

'Nice to meet you Aang, I'm Katara' Katara replied returning his smile.

'Sorry to interrupt but you are still in class my class by the way.' Jun said with a raised brow.

With a sheepish look Katara returned to her seat.

She didn't notice but a couple of feet away a tattooed boy couldn't take his eyes off her.

Aang had always been a weird kid. Even his grandfather Gyatso thought so. When he was younger some people said it was endearing but as he grew older it became weird. You see Aang was way too optimistic and he always saw the best in people. Sometimes he was right but most times he was wrong. He always found it difficult to make friends so imagine his surprise when the gorgeous girl he had been staring at for the better part of an hour agreed to go to lunch with him.

He was determined to start this year a different person.

He wasn't going to be the naïve bald boy anymore.

AUTHOR'S NOTE

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