Exiled
Author's note: Thank for reading! -Aisha
"What do you mean you can't?" shouted Mother. Everyone stopped talking. I could feel the weight of hundreds of eyes on me. "Where is it? In you room? Did you lose it?"
"Umm," I stuttered.
"So you did lose it," barked Mother. "Did you or did you not?"
"I…I ...I did."
I felt the pain before I saw the hand coming. Right across my cheek. I heard a chorus of gasps. Mother's eyes were wide and full of rage. Her eyebrows were raised and her breathing was fast. Her hand was itching for another slap but Sokka stopped her.
"It wasn't her fault. She is always so responsible. It wasn't her fault," he repeated.
"It was so valuable! Does she even realise how precious it was? If I sold it, it would fetch millions! So irresponsible," spat Mother. I begged for forgiveness but she refused to listen. "I can't stand your sight. Leave this house. Right now!"
"But where will she go all by herself?" I heard someone say. I was crying now.
"Mother," I cried.
"From now on, I am no longer your mother!" snapped Mother. It was my turn to gasp. The fierce harshness in her voice cut through my soul. "Pack your bags and leave now!"
I scrambled up the stairs. I heard Sokka follow. I packed my clothes in a black rucksack. As I descended down the stairs, I noticed people shaking their heads in disgust or murmuring amongst themselves and glaring at me.
"Leave!"
"Fine, I'm leaving but before I go I want to say that I did not lose the bracelet. It was on my wrist. It wasn't my fault," I sniffed.
As I approached the door to leave, Sokka shouted, "Wait!"
"Huh?" was heard in unison.
"If Katara leaves, then I'm leaving too. I was with her when she lost the bracelet so it is my fault too," Sokka announced.
"This is insane," someone whispered.
"Who will look after their parents?" another said.
Mother's eyes looked glassy. It was as if tears would fall any second but they didn't.
"Very well then," said Mother in a heartbroken tone.
I followed Sokka out of the house. I stopped to look back one more time but the door slammed on my face. Sokka hugged me tightly and then led me to his car.
"Did you think I would let you go by yourself?" asked Sokka. I shrugged. "What if you ran away with Zuko?"
When he said that, I burst out laughing. Sokka joined in too. He tossed me the car keys.
"Where are you going?" I quizzed. "Aren't you going to drive?"
"What? And leave my baby here?" said Sokka theatrically.
"Your baby?" I questioned.
"My new black motorbike of course!" exclaimed Sokka. "Now follow me."