Hi! Thanks again to MoonlitxPursuit! This chapter is dedicated to you since you are the only person who gave me ANY sort of response to this.

And here's the chapter.

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Saturday, June 11, 2009, 11:15 PM

In a Bus

TO: yuethemoonspirit at moon. com

FROM watertribegenius at awesomeness. com

Subject: INSERT SUBJECT HERE

I am in a bus. You know what you have to do to get from my house to the exact spot I am in now?

1. ride in my dad's car

2. walk

3. run

4. use one of those people-mover-floors that are like escalators, only flat. (Those are fun to run on!)

5. Use an escalator

7: Use an elevator

8. fly in an airplane

9. take a bus

10. run in an airplane

11. you probably didn't notice the fact that there was no 6. I put it out on purpose.

Or I just forgot about it. Another possibility.

So, yes, when the father that named me drunken warrior fell asleep, I got up and started running around the plane. I don't know why! I was just bored, and I needed to move! So I jumped up and started running around the plane, no one really cared until these flight attendants came out with drink and snack carts, then I felt like I was pac-man, running from the ghosts, er, flight attendants. So I sat back down, and the guy who was previously next to me, but is now next to my dad, who is snoring, (deep breathing, I guess.) gave me a dirty look. He really should have been wearing a bra. MAN BOOBS!

The little town we are riding through has a weird name, it's like, Civitavecchia. (CHEE-vit-a-vekkia) My dad asked me to practice saying it, I refused on account of the fact that there's no reason for me to learn the towns name. We get on the boat, boat leaves, never see this place again. The only reason I would need to know the name of the town is if I fall out the bus window, lose my memory, unknowingly walk seven miles, regain thus memory, and have to tell someone where to drive me when I hitchhike back. The window is about a square six inches, so I don't think I'll be falling out of it today.

Okay, I see the ship! Byeas!

-Sokka!

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Sunday, June 12, 2009, 9:28 AM

On The Ship

TO: yuethemoonspirit at moon. com

FROM watertribegenius at awesomeness. com

Subject: Why am I up this early?

Okay! So, guess what happened last night? My dad was taking a shower, (I don't know how, it's like, ten inches every way. I'd be afraid of getting stuck.) so I thought I'd roam the ship at midnight. Smart, huh?

So if I just left, my dad would have a freak-out, thinking I left to go drown myself and commit suicide because he named me drunken warrior or something like that. So I take out this purple pen and try to write 'Exploring Ship, b back soon!' but since he woke me up frickin twenty-one hours ago, and it was hot, I just fell asleep. I woke up at like, eight o'clock, and there was this purple mark across my cheek. I tried to scrub it off, but no luck. So the smart guy I am, I decide to make it into something, I thought I'd do something girly, just for the comedy. So I make it into a purple heart, that looked really stupid on a guy, plus I remembered it's the thing they give soldiers who were injured in war, (purple hearts, not purple pens.) and it didn't seem respectful to have it on my face. So I make it into a circle, which looked REALLY stupid, because why would I have a random CIRCLE on my face? So my dad's like, 'I'll make it into something manly.'

NEVER trust my dad. he took a blue pen and made fricken PETALS around the circle! I was SO pissed off, he just told me to wash it off, he was just teasing me, (Doesn't it bug you when PARENTS tease you?) and I told him it wouldn't wash off, that's why I drew the flipping circle! So now I'm not talking to him.

Yes, so now I have obnoxious writing on my hand, courtesy of my very best friend, and a ridiculous flower on my face, courtesy of my father.

Oh, and I followed rule #2! I wore the shirt!

I ALMOST wore it outside, I was beginning to feel more manly in it, (I NEED to feel manly with a big flower on my face!) and I was just about to leave, and my dad (HE RUINS EVERYTHING) goes, "Sokka, you know, you really have developed some strong muscles. It shows."

Yes, I took it off and put my huge sweatshirt on, which was a big mistake, since it is HOTTER THAN HELL out here. I chose a deck that would be away from anyone I would like to know in the future, (on account of the flower) and that deck happened to be an old person deck.

I started running laps around the pool, and this ancient lady (I think) yelled at me that this was a 'power walking only' deck. That might be the reason no one my age was there...

So, now my dad wants to go ashore and check out the capital. We can go to the capital on the last day, so the heck with that. No wait, he's suggesting Pompeii. Yay! Pompeii is cool, lost civilization and all that.

Okay, I'm gonna go see the volcano town!

-Sokka

Sunday, June 12, 2209, 7:58 PM

Back on the Ship

TO: yuethemoonspirit at moon. com

FROM watertribegenius at awesomeness. com

Subject: Pompeii

AAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!

SO, yes, I went to Pompeii. And I will never be going there again.

Oh, you're probably screaming at me, 'why are you emailing me when you could me out talking to people?' well, that's very simple. 1. the big obnoxious flower on my cheek. 2. well, there isn't a two. There's a party tonight, which I WILL be going to, eventually. If I'm home you're probably trying to murder me, in which case, I will be running out of the room.

So back to Pompeii...

We walked like, two miles to get to Pompeii, because apparently walking in the heat and humidity is more 'green' than sitting on an air conditioned bus that will run and guzzle the same amount of gas if we ride it or not.

So once we get there, there's this dude named Pedro, (yes, PEDRO) came up and gave us all stick-on tags and a Sharpie to write our names on. I was wearing my Gandhi T-shirt, who is too awesome to have something like 'drunken warrior' on top of it. (Yes, I KNOW I'm making a huge deal out of this, but wouldn't you be pissed off?)

So, I put it on the back pocket of my jeans. Which led to a conversation between me and my father which went like this:

DAD: "Sokka, don't you think that's inappropriate?"

ME: "No."

DAD: "Move it."

ME: "No!"

DAD: "Uh, I don't have the energy to argue with you."

So my dad was pulling a move on me, he does that a lot, when he tries to turn things around. He pretends to be hurt and says I can do what I want, then, if he gets his way, I'll feel bad and he gets his way anyways. He has no clue I see straight through him. But I moved it anyway, from the left side of my jeans to the right side.

The sticker was moved again, but not because of my father.

So we walk into the tour bus, which was air conditioned, thank God! And we sat down right in front (My dad's idea, not mine) and Pedro laughs at me and goes 'flower child' and touches his cheek, so I take the sticker and move it to cover the retarded flower on my cheek.

At this point you are probably like, "SOKKA! WHY ARE YOU TYPING RANDOM STALKER NOTES WHEN YOU SHOULD BE AT THE PARTY?" Good question. I'M GOING! I'll finish Pompeii tomorrow.

-Sokka

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So I wrote half of this while watching Gandhi, but it kind of feels disrespectful to be writing comedy while a peace icon is on my TV. So PLEASE review, and I'll give you a brownie!