I am flung out of the whirlwind and hurled to the ground. And I hit hard. But sand shouldn't be this hard? Right? I step forward and now my feet hit the sand. "Ouch, ouch, that's hot," I squeal.

I turn around and stub my toe on the thing I originally fell on. I don't know what's worse, stubbing my toe or the hot sand. Gosh, I can't see a thing out here.

So I step back onto the wooden platform that I had landed on, and now stubbed my toe on.

Now what on earth is this? I begin to feel around, and feel a rough texture, in the form of a…sail? A boat in the middle of the desert? Ok, this can't be right. Nonetheless, I hop back down onto the burning sand, bracing my feet for heat. If I am a master earthbender, and learnt to metalbend in a matter of minutes, then I can surely sandbend. It sounds like another form of earthbending.

I ready my feet, struggling to keep them from moving in the sand and concentrate hard. I block everything else from my mind and only think about the feel of the sand.

I attempt to 'see' it with the use of my feet and use my hands to help guide me along the ground. It is like I'm skating on ice. The thought that if I move around on the sand, it would help with the movement of my sandbending. I move my hand along with me, because in this case I can't use my feet.

It's been a few minutes and I know that I am ready...or impatient. The sand is…pulling me. It is now like my natural element. I step onto the wooden boat, readying myself. I take an unknown stance and plant my feet firmly. Sighing softly at the difference of heat of the sand to the wood. I begin to sway my arms backward and forwards, and I stumble back a few steps when it begins to move onward. "I did it!" I yell out in glee. "I, Toph Bei Fong, am not only a master earthebnder and a metalbender I am sand bender," I finish proudly. Now, which way to go.

Suddenly, I hear a voice behind me laugh and I fall backward, but the boat keeps moving. "Who's that?"

"Me," the voice answers cheerfully.

I growl in anger. "Twinkletoes! It just had to be you, no wonder I didn't feel any vibrations on this boat."

He laughs again. "It's not a boat."

"Well I don't care what it is. As soon as we get to Ba Sing Se I'm going to earthbend you into the Spirit World!" I threaten.

"Why, what'd I do?"

"You made me look like an idiot on sand. And then I thought I could sandbend and I can't," I pout slightly. Stupid Twinketoes.

What was it now, the third time he chuckled? "Well I only came on my glider when you were just finishing up your sandbending training. So I figured I'd help you out a bit. But I couldn't conatain my laughter."

"Yeah, yeah, very funny. Let's just get to Ba Sing Se. Where are the others anyway?" I ask coolly, blowing one of my bangs out of my face.

I instantly feel the mood change between us regardless of wood or sand and Aang replies sadly, "I don't know where they are, and it's all my fault."

My sneer softens. "No, it's not your fault Aang. If it's anyones fault it's those sandbenders…or mine."

"It's definitely not your fault Toph, you tried your best."

For the rest of the ride to Ba Sing Se we fell into silence.

Thanks for all your wonderful feedback! Next chapter will be longer and funnier (I hope). I thank 22orchids for the next one! Cactus juice time.