I don't own the Legend of Korra
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So, let me get this straight, I am NOT a bad influence on the kids that I live with; they just follow along with everything I do. See, huge difference. But when Tenzin walked in and saw that I was watching such a graphic show, he turned it off, saying that the kids would follow into my footsteps. Sure, there is a little blood here and there, but nothing too major. According to Tenzin though, the little mention of blood he gets…well, how to put it…overprotective.
It was not the best, but at least I got to watch…five minutes of it, right? Wrong. It was getting to the best part, and he had to go all Tenzin and turned it off. Right there…right at the very best part. I mean, Rick was about to answer the phone again and be all crazy.
"You know how I feel about this, Korra, shows like this is not a good example for the children." He told me. Okay, this day was going down the drain fast. I nod and turn to Bolin and Mako.
"So, do you want to go into my room? We could hang out for a bit before Asami and Iroh come." I told them. They nod at me and start following me to my room.
"Korra! No funny business alright?" Tenzin asked. I nod and continue to walk to my room with Bolin and Mako behind me. We walked a little before we reached my bedroom…well, really, it was the guest bedroom, but for the time being it is mine.
We walk into the nicely decorated room. Pictures hung on the wall with some characters; a vanity was off in the corner being forever alone. The huge king sized bed was smacked right into the room with a really soft mattress and really warm blankets…I think the mattress is a tempur-pedic, but I didn't know for sure. Super soft pillows were thrown carelessly on the bed (before I got here, the pillows were very nicely done, but I ruined it because I don't like making my bed.) And then a huge dresser where I keep all of my movies that are rated PG, PG-13, and R. Then, a bunch of clothes cover them.
In the closet, I keep all of my hoodies, jackets, winter wear, and formal outfits in. It's a pretty big closet with some of my shoes and dress shoes, still in their boxes (Pema makes sure that I have nice clothes to wear to school.) Of course, I loved the clothes, but my clothes felt more comfortable, more broken into if that was the right word.
"Nice room." Bolin commented. I nodded and laughed as I sat down on the bed. I turned my body a little to face the TV on the dresser…I T-boed 'The Walking Dead' on this one too. I reached for the controller and pressed the power button on it. The screen lit up to a cartoon that Ikki was probably watching earlier. I laughed again and went through all of the shows I T-boed. Jersey Shore (I needed to see what people were talking about, and I watched it, it was pretty amusing.) Here Comes Honey Boo boo, (it was too much, just too much!) And a bunch of other crappy TV shows, and then finally, I found what I was looking for.
"One question, Korra," Mako told me. I nodded and told him to carry on with his question that he was dying to answer. "Why do you have all of these crappy TV shows?" He asked. I can't lie, I laughed so hard that I began to choke on my spit.
"I needed entertainment!" I answered, I was still laughing pretty hard so it sounded really weird. He nodded and plopped on the bed as Bolin followed.
I smiled and pressed the button on the remote to play it for me. It began where Tenzin turned it off at, so Rick started to get all crazy. Bolin seemed intrigued by it, but Mako, being the stoic one he was, didn't look amused. I poked him in the side, causing him to jump slightly and give me a look. I laughed and patted his head, which he did not like at all.
"Aw, you're such a sour sport!" I tell him. He crosses his arms and shakes his head. He pressed his lips together and looked away.
"I just don't like being poked." He told me. I laughed slightly and shook my head.
"Is wittle Mako ticklish?" I asked, making baby talk. He shook his head again and faced the screen again. Bolin came next to me and looked at me.
"He is ticklish! He is especially ticklish under his armpit!" He tells me. I look at Mako with a sly grin plastered on my face. Oh, the tastes of revenge…even though he didn't do anything to me…taste so, so sweet. I scoot myself over to him and wait for the right moment to strike.
Then, it happened, he started to stretch. I smile and then I start tickling him like there is no tomorrow. He begins to laugh and kick, and I am having the time of my life, just tickling the living laughter out of him. He then begins to scream.
"Korra! KORRA STOP IT!" He yells. I laugh and stop. He looks at me with hatred thrown across his face. He lies back against the pillows and pouts.
"Is Mako now going to pout because I out tickled him?" I ask. He gets a smile on his face as I roll my eyes. Psh, he will never beat me at my own game. No matter how hard he tries. So, I continue to watch my show. I continue to until I heard someone call my name. I look up just as Mako was trying to take off my shoes. I laugh at him and get up and walk to my door.
"Nice try, Mako, but you cannot defeat the master!" I tell him. I grin at Bo, and then I exit my bedroom and into the kitchen.
I found out that Pema was calling me and she was holding Rohan, who was fast asleep in her arms. She looked tired, her graying hair was in her face, and she was sweating a little.
"Korra, can you please put Rohan down in his crib for me?" She asks. "And, can you also entertain the kids?"
"Sure, Pema." I tell her. I grab Rohan from her and go to where the kids were. They were all being loud and playing around. This was not going to be easy. I whistle to the kids, careful to not wake up Rohan. They looked up, except for Jinora who was finishing up some homework.
"Alright, kids, it's time to go into operation get your butts upstairs!" I tell them. All three of them, including Jinora went upstairs. I follow them upstairs.
"So, what are we going to do first? Huh, Korra? What are we going to do first?" Ikki asked me. I shooshed her, and pointed to Rohan, who stirred slightly. Ikki made an 'O' face, and instantly quieted down.
I smile at her and we climbed the stairs. When he reached the top, I made a face for them to be quiet. They put their index finger up to their faces and nodded. Grinning, I went into Rohan's room. It was decorated with hues of blues and greens, all very light nothing too dark. Fishes lined up the wall in yellows and reds. They held smiling faces with black beady eyes, and red lipped smiles. Pema had decorated the room; she said she wanted to make it cute, yet simple. It was defiantly cute if I do say so myself.
I walk over to the fish like crib and gently place him into the crib. I smile down at him, and stroke his little balding head. He was so precious, and not as loud as his other siblings. Speaking of siblings…wasn't I supposed to be entertaining them? Oh, yeah, whoops…slipped my mind. I turned and looked at one last look at Rohan before I walked out the door, turned off the light, and ever so gently closed the door.
I smile at my victory, and made my way to the living room of the upstairs…and it was already a tornado. Ikki was jumping in the air, bothering Jinora, and Meelo…was being Meelo. There are no words describing that boy. I sighed and whistled loud enough for them to hear me, but not loud enough to wake up Rohan.
"Alright, soldiers, what I want from you are to pick up all of this stuff and place it where you found it! Got it? Good!" I barked quietly.
Meelo and Ikki looked at me and nodded. Jinora, who was doing her homework in this entire racket, still worked on it silently.
I smiled and watched over my little minions. Oh, how they work so diligently, I bet they can't wait to play. I cross my arms over my chest and nod my approval every now and then. When they see this, they smile brightly and work even faster. It was so nice to see, and I bet that Pema is glad to see that they are actually picking up their messes, and their rooms.
I sit on the couch, looking at the little ones work on the mess that they created, and as Jinora worked on her homework. Seriously, I don't know how she gets high marks and only ten…she is such a genius…just like that anime I was watching…Itazura Na Kiss? Was that is? Where there was a really smart guy from class A, and was perfect…and a pretty dumb girl that was in class F, who pretty much failed at everything? Yeah, that was it.
Jinora placed her pencil down and turned to me. She had a sly grin on her face and her eyes were just bursting that she was about to say something so utterly embarrassing that it hurt.
"So, how is that totally hot football player, Korra, lain any moves on him yet?" She asks. I looked at her, my eyes wide. Why and how does she even draw up these scenarios?
"N-no! What makes you think that? Geez, are you trying to know everything about my love life?" I asked. She smiles and looks on the floor. Right next to her a book that says something about a volcano and a dragon…huh?
"Are you willing to burn down his country with a dragon, and then jump into a volcano and die?" She asks. What the heck is this kid reading?
"One, no, two, why would I ever want to date a football player, and three….NO!" I tell her. She pouts slightly and crosses her arms.
"So, you haven't even tried to make a move on him?" She asks. I look at her, like 'no duh!'
"Well, yeah! A football player and a band member CANNOT be together! Everyone will…you know…shun Mako! Because, he's dating a band geek! I thought you knew this?" I told her. She rolls her eyes and turns back around.
"This school is so old-fashioned! Why can't they at least make an exception? I mean, it isn't that embarrassing to be dating band members! I mean, what's so bad about us?" She asks. I shrug my shoulders a little bit. Who knows why no one likes the band except for the other geeks and dorks. Like the orchestra kids, art kids and even some drama and chorus kids. But, everyone shuns those groups. Here at Republic City High, the only way to be cool if you are a cheerleader, and or a football player, or even other sport players.
It wasn't fun to be looked down upon. It was annoying when you sit somewhere, only to have the people switch seats because of who you are. It wasn't very fun. Then again, it's not fun to be a football player. I think a band geek, orchdork, drama nerds, chorus nerds, and art geeks are the coolest, not stupid football.
"Well, do you at least have a small crush on him?" She asks. I give her a wild look and shake my head no. I then look at the younger kids to see that they were almost done.
"Okay, after this, how about we break some of your daddy's rules?" I announce. Ikki and Meelo look at me.
"Like how?" Meelo asks. A smile forms on my face.
"Maybe, we'll watch some Walking Dead." I tell them. At this their faces brighten up, and the finish the job quickly. The next things I feel on my arms are little hands trying to get me up. I get up and make my way down the stairs.
I wouldn't tell Jinora this now, but, I secretly had a small crush on the boy that we call Mako. And it is gradually getting bigger and bigger and bigger….or as we say in music class…crescendo.
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HI! Sorry it took so long! But, I do have some excuses…-clear throat- to start off, I got my braces off Friday, and I wasn't on. And then, I wasn't allowed on my mom's computer for a while since mine is still in the shop. And, I watched the Puppy Bowl IX Sunday…that's right! I didn't watch the Super Bowl! Muhahahaha! And, I had Wizard of Oz auditions.
So, all of that was going on. Sorry that this was so short, but it is like this, and I'm not changing anything because I am lazy. Well, see ya hopefully soon!
Another thing, I really think that people have forgotten about my stories, especially Memories we Made Together (aka, Promise.) Because I haven't been getting as many reviews lately, and I updated it like a few days ago, so there are two new chapters up, and another thing! I am looking for a cover for this story! I want it to have something to do with football and marching band. You can send it to me through my Deviantart (KidXSymmetryForever) and or my Tumblr (MoonSunLove) if you watch me on Deviantart, you might know when I will be updating a few of my stories, because I will put them in some of my journals...something along the lines of I will be updating this for my Fanfiction people. So yeah, and of course I will credit whoever wins the cover thing. I don't have a deadline because I want it to be nice and neat, and I want to see that you actually put the time and effort. So, thanks and bye!