I don't own the Legend of Korra.

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Korra walked tiredly in the hallway. She just finished marching band practice, she was pooped. Mako and Bolin were picking her up since her parents were at a meeting. She was dragging her feet down the hall until she heard a voice.

"Korra, there you are! We've been looking for you everywhere!" Mako told her. Korra looked at him and pointed down the hall.

"Isn't this the way to the parking lot?" She asked. Mako shook his head and grabbed her hand.

"No, Korra, that's the way to the bus parking lot." He told her. Korra nodded, noticing how big Republic City High school was.

"I'm so tired!" She complained. She could hear Mako chuckle, and the next thing she knew she was in his arms. She blushed, but was thankful. She leaned her head against Mako's toned chest and fell asleep.

Korra awoke to talking. Her eyes opened and saw that she was still in Mako's arms. She blushed slightly, and turned to the people who Mako was talking to. Oh, great, just perfect! Mako was talking to Tahno, of all people! Korra wondered what they were talking about.

"Okay, we'll give you back the photograph, if you spar with us!" Tahno told him. Her eyes widened. They took a photograph of Mako and her! She believed of course, this was Tahno they were talking about, but why? Well of course, he wanted to ruin Mako's reputation, and the only way to do that apparently is taking a photograph of her and Mako.

Now, if she was someone else, then this would be fine, but she is a band geek, and band geeks and football players together don't fly in RCHS.

"Alright, fine, we'll spar, but you have to promise me that I get that photograph back!" Mako told him.

"Of course, why wouldn't I? The spar will be on the football field next Tuesday at 7:00 pm, alright? Don't be late!"

"I won't be!" Mako promised. Tahno smirked and turned on his heel and left, the photograph held high. Korra shifted. She could feel how uncomfortable Mako was.

Mako must've sensed that she wanted to be put down, because the next thing she knew, Korra was placed on the concrete. She eyed him, oh she knew something was up, Mako knew that much.

"Why did you accept to Tahno's challenge?" She asked him. Mako cleared his throat and looked at him dear friend.

"Korra, he took a picture of you and me!" He told her. She didn't seem amused. Instead she looked vicious and angry.

"So? It is just a picture, Mako!" She yelled. Mako winced at her harsh tone.

"Yeah, and that picture could ruin my reputation!" He told her. She rolled her eyes. Mako then saw her fist come at him, and then the next thing he knew; he was on the ground.

"What is with you and reputation, anyway? Bolin is my friends and a football player and yet he doesn't feel any shame of me!" She whispered coldly.

"Listen, Korra, I am the star football player, meaning everyone will be watching my every move! And two, you're a band kid! Band kids and football players don't mesh well!" He half yelled and whispered. Korra looked as though she had been just slapped in the face,

"Oh, so just because I am a Band geek means that we can't be friends?" She asked.

"That is not what I am saying, Korra!"

"Then what are you saying, Mako? Are you telling me that you think I am going to fall in love with you-which is very unlikely- and then your reputation will be destroyed because you are dating a band geek? Wow, they were right, football players are shallow…some of them. But the shallowest of them all is you!" She spat.

"Listen, Korra-"

"No, I will not listen, Mako! I can sense when I am unwanted, I can take a hint! Thanks for being the worst fake friend!" She turned on her heel and left. Mako sighed and walked to the car were Bo was waiting.

"Mako, where's, Korra?" He asked. Mako decided to lie than tell the truth to Bo, it was safer.

"Korra had somewhere to be, sorry, Bo. Come on, let's just go home." He told him as he got into the car. He started it and then drove off.

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Korra stormed to her house, obviously angry. "I can't believe that guy! Cares more about his reputation than me," Korra mumbled. 'Wait, what am I saying? I don't like Mako! That's just crazy!' She thought. She shook the thought from her mind and focused on the road ahead of her.

She grimaced to herself as she walked up to the apartment. A large moving van was out in front. She frowned, another neighbor was moving.

Korra walked up the steps to her apartment. She got there and was surprised to see the door open. She walked in and saw people moving furniture.

"Mom, Dad!" She cried out. They both peered from her bedroom.

"Korra, hi sweetie," her mother smiled.

"What is going on?" She asked.

"Dad got a job promotion, and we are moving back to Canada!" She told her. Korra made a face and looked at her mother.

"But, Mom, I can't leave! I'm Drum Major this year!" Korra told her. Her mother looked at her sadly.

"It's really important to your father, Korra." She her calmly, Korra tried to shake back the anger but her face held it in plain sight.

"And this is really important to me mom! I've been dreaming about this since elementary!" She whined. "You heard all of my rants and you've seen all of my hard work! Please, let's stay!"

"Korra, that can't be done! Either you get someone that we trust to look after you, or you're coming with us to Canada this Saturday!" She said firmly. Korra frowned and walked to her room.

She plopped herself on her bed that was surprisingly was still there. She then rummaged through her pocket and pulled out her blue touch screen phone. She scrolled down until she saw one name that stuck out: Bolin. She pressed the text button and slid her phone up to reveal the keyboard.

To: Bolin
From: Korra

Bo, I'm moving.

It was short yes and very straightforward, but she needed to get her point across to him. The reply was almost instant.

To: Korra
From: Bolin.

Wait…WHAT? YOU'RE MOVING? NO YOU CAN'T…Wait were to?

She would've chuckled but she was caught in sobs. She didn't want to leave. She didn't want to leave her friends and band. Most importantly, she didn't want to leave Mako. 'Korra stop it! Stop fooling yourself!' She yelled.

To: Bolin
From: Korra

I'm moving back to Canada. Dad got a job promotion and it is located there. Mom said that if I can find someone she and dad trust then she will let me stay. Other than that it is bye Republic City and hello Canada!

She sent it, trying hard to get the tears to stop. She couldn't cry. She was Korra the toughest girl in the school, and the drum major that no one wanted to be on her bad side with.

Her phone vibrated. She looked down and was astonished by who sent the message.

To: Korra
From: Mako

Bye Korra, have fun in Canada. We won't miss you.

The cold words stung her. He didn't even care. He probably just thought that she was some little kid. Anger boiled up and she slammed her next message into her phone.

To: Mako
From: Korra

Okay, you big jerk wad! Wow, I can't believe that you would even say that to someone let alone barge in a conversation that wasn't even concerning you! Just leave me alone Mako!

She pressed the send button. It wasn't as mean as she wanted to be. What she really wanted to say was that he was an asshole and deserved to die in a boiling volcano that was about to erupt. But she didn't. She had some self-control.

Her phone vibrated again and she looked down. Another text from the jerk wad; Korra opened it up and read the text.

To: Korra
From: Mako

Korra, what the heck are you talking about? I didn't send any text to you or say anything to you in that matter and you just texted me saying that I was a jerk wad? Oh wait, some of my football buddies are here. Never mind, I know who sent it. Sorry about that. So, what was going on? I hear Bolin throwing some stuff in his room but that's about it.

Korra automatically felt ashamed. That was a huge mistake. She needed to get out of the house. She needed to talk to Bolin in person about this situation. She grabbed her bag and phone and headed out to the door.

To: Bolin
From: Korra

Coming over be prepared!

She sent it and walked down the many flights of stairs. She was used to it though. During her first time here though, she kept getting lost and her feet hurt at the bottom. Now, they don't any more. She walked into the parking lot. Hair was still in its bindings so the wind blew it to one side. The walk to Bolin's house wasn't very far. Just a few blocks down even though Mako makes it seem like a big deal.

She walked the few blocks and arrived at their front door. She knocked and the door instantly opened. Bolin tackled her into a bear hug. She patted his back to tell him to let go of her.

"Hey, Bo," she greeted.

"Come on, we'll go in my room to talk." He answered. He led her into the living room where she saw Mako and his asshole of friends. She gave them a dirty look and the middle finger before stalking off. Thank goodness that Mako was facing the other direction.

Once they got into Bolin's room he shut it and they both went to his bed.

"So, how many days do you have until you move?" He asked.

"I have until Saturday, any later I go to Canada." She answered.

"Why don't you move in here then?" He offered. Korra laughed and shook her head.

"Bo, do you really think that my parents would agree on letting me stay with two hormonal teenage guys?" She asked.

"It could work though!" He told her. "And besides, we have Toza!"

"Thanks for the offer, but I think my parents will say no." She told him. She watched as the corners of his mouth droop down into a frown. "Hey, I'm gonna miss you."

"Don't say that, Korra! You are not going!" He whined.

"What are you two talking about?" Mako asked appearing in the doorway.

"Korra's moving to Canada!" Bolin cried. Mako made a face of disbelief.

"No, you can't move!" He told her. Korra sighed and moved over to Mako.

"Try telling that to my parents." She whispered. She took out her phone and began to text Jinora about the horrifying news.

"Who are you texting?" Mako asked.

"Jinora, she needs to know." She answered.

To: Jinora
From: Korra

Hey, Jinora, I'm moving to Canada Saturday.

She pressed send before she started texting another person. Asami, she is her best friend she needs to know of her horrible condition.

To: Asami
From: Korra

Asami, I'm in a terrible situation! My mom and dad are forcing me to go back to Canada and if I can't find anyone to take me in by Saturday, then I have to go with them!

She pressed send again when she got another text. This one was from Bolin.

To: Korra
From: Bolin

Korra don't leave!

Korra looked at Bolin and shook her head.

"Bolin, I am right here!" She told him. Her phone vibrated once again. She looked down at the name.

To: Drum Major one
From: Jinora

My dad will talk to your parents. In the meantime pack, you're going to live with us.

Korra looked at the message in shock. She didn't even tell Jinora the details of it. She wondered how this 10 year old knew about her situation. And her name for Jinora's phone…Drum major one? Does that she had to put Jinora as Drum major two? Shaking it off she decided to reply to the message.

To: Jinora
From: Korra

Okay, thanks. How did you even know of this?

She sent the message and looked at her one friend and his brother.

"Looks like I am staying! Jinora says that I can live with her family." She told them both. Korra thought she saw Mako's eyes light up, but it could be just a trick of the light.

"Yes, now you don't have to move!" Bolin exclaimed taking Korra into a bear hug. She laughed and patted his shoulder.

"Okay, Bo, you can stop hugging me to death now!" She told him. He stopped but continued to smile.

"I'm so happy right now! You get to stay Korra; you don't have to go back to Canada!" He exclaimed. He continued to smile, but his smile was wider.

"Well, welcome back, Korra." Mako told her going back to his football friends. She waved goodbye to him and rolled her eyes. Her phone once again vibrated. Sometimes she just wanted to put it on silence.

She opened the text and glanced at the message.

To: Drum Major one
From: Jinora

My father knows things, and you see to forget that Lin Bei-Fong used to date my father, but they remained friends and-she knows things, okay? She is the Chief of Police.

Korra made an 'Oh' face and closed the message. She pocketed her phone and smiled at Bolin.

"I can't believe this! I am staying here in Republic City!" She exclaimed.

"I know! It is amazing!" Bolin exclaimed with her.

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Outside of the door, Mako was listening. He couldn't help but smile at the excitement in her voice. She sounded so carefree and real, something Mako craved for. He wanted to be himself, yet he couldn't at the same time. He thought about the spar with Tahno next Tuesday. It was coming ever so slowly to him, but he didn't care.

Actually, he didn't care about the picture at all. He now actually wanted everyone to see the picture. Who cares about reputation when you had the smartest, loyalist, cutest girl in the school who would care about reputation when you had Korra?

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Oh, this is far from the end my friends! I promise you that. Any who, sorry I haven't been updating…I warned everyone about that last chapter…pretty sure I did. So, I hoped you enjoyed chapter four I liked writing it, but I was iffy on a few parts to be honest. So, I can't wait to see all of you for chapter 5 which will come out soonish...that isn't even a word…oh well. Two weeks from now is going to be Halloween (right? I think I am) and I would love to hear what you are going to be! If you don't trick or treat that's okay! I'll tell you I'll be! I am going to be…Okay I lied you all have to guess it! And whoever guesses it right by Halloween gets virtual version of your favorite candy! I'll even post a picture if you want one!

So, let those guesses come in! You have two weeks and for a hint, I am a girl…but that doesn't mean that I won't have a guy costume! (Seriously, guy costumes are a lot cooler than girls!) So, I see you next time my readers!

Patty Loves Giraffes~

PS: I will stop writing for third person next chapter. It will either be Korra or Mako narrating. You can choose if you want but I will only see to the first three reviews who request for either Mako or Korra.