Ok chapter two. Keep on casting in the votes I know how the middles going to go, but the end is up to you peoples. Oh by the way if I owned ATLA then Mai would have been a total bitch and like Sokka would save the day with his army of friendly mushrooms!! Also Aang would be blonde because he looks like he'd be blonde.
I woke up that morning and almost panicked when I didn't hear the far off explosions and gunshots or see the hot desert sun coming through the tent then I remembered the heart wrenching news and felt myself go numb inside. My only thought was 'No more Dad' over and over. I didn't want to think about how he …left us.
I was so caught up in my musing I didn't even realize the I had gotten dressed washed my face eaten breakfast and now followed my brother next door where Zuko was waiting in his uncle's hybrid "You take shot gun I don't like that dude."
I turned to Sokka shocked and slightly ashamed. If he thought someone was dangerous he would make sure to keep me away from that person if he was prejudiced or jealous of someone he put me in between the person. "Sokka you shouldn't be so quick to pass judgment."
"Why not, did you see the look on his face last night he was quick to pass judgment on us," Sokka shouted back.
"Shh he'll hear you. Now if him passing quick judgment bugs you then you shouldn't stoop to his level. It's called being a hypocrite." Sokka opened his mouth to reply then closed it and repeated this action several times as we got into the car.
"What's up with him?" Zuko asked eyebrows raised. I faked a humorous smile and shrugged. Zuko sighed and started the car beginning the journey to our new lives.
"Katara?" Sokka's voice sounded a bit small.
"Yeah Sokka?"
"Don't talk to any boys and, and if anyone gives you any trouble come to me if you can't find me then, then um find Zuko." You might think I rolled my eyes but instead I wore a small genuine smile.
"Don't worry Sokka, we've lived the past four years in a war zone I think we can survive high school." I decided to leave out all the little adventures we'd had.
"YEAH! What with all that we've been through together this should be a breeze. Wait but uh Katara we've only lived in a war zone for three years."
I giggled my first genuine giggle in days and the other two occupants noticed. "You're forgetting middle school."
As Sokka laughed his agreement I caught Zuko's eye he was giving me a questionable look 'still envious scar face'. I flashed him a fake smile and hoped it looked genuine to the not-so-insightful boy. He must have learned the difference because he gave me that look Mom used to give Sokka when she caught him lying.
I thought he was going to call me out on it but instead he said "We're here."
I felt myself go numb again. This was why I hate being depressed it makes it harder for me to express myself. I feel sad numb, anger numb, fear numb. But what could I do besides stand tall and use this inner ice to stay strong.
"Katara, one more thing," Sokka said ", don't leave me."
"Don't worry I won't I need someone to lean on don't I" At the sound of this strength flooded back into Sokka and he began to march towards the school me at his heels. We were almost there when Zuko cleared his throat.
"Do you two have any idea where the office is?"
Sokka deflated like a balloon. I felt the inner ice melt away and another giggle escaped my lips. I noticed Sokka smile and re-inflate while Zuko frowned just a bit less.
My first class was Symphony I learned this was where all the drama happened. How could it not, all the popular people from each social group were put in first period symphony? At this school symphony was a requirement to increase the number of kids who got to college.
(Interlude: Fire is woodwinds like sax and flute
Water is strings like bass cello viola and violin
Earth is drums and other percussion
Air is brass like French horns or tubas
Non-benders sing or conduct)
Before we left for Afghanistan I played the bass, cello and viola. About a year ago some school thought that instead of sending medical supplies or Christmas cards they would donate instruments. This included the bass. Nobody really knew what to do with the instruments so I was able to use the bass whenever I wanted. My other instrumental skills became a bit rusty. 'Bass it is.'
Sokka, who had this class too, decided to be a conductor, with another glance around the room I saw Zuko pick up a sax while a girl that looked like him sat in the flute section chatting to two chiors girls. Laughter drew my attention to the back of the room where a bald freshman prepared his French-horn in the drum's section while chatting with a girl that looked blind who was setting up a full drum set.
I walked to the teacher Mr. Pakku and waited for him to finish what he was doing when he was done he gave me an impatient look. "Have you decided what you're going to play?"
"Yes sir I would like to play the bass, please." At my request he raised an eyebrow before glancing at the empty spot where the basses should have been.
"What gender are you?" That was the last thing I expected him to say. I know I'm a bit rough around the edges but it's obvious I'm a girl.
"Um I'm a uh girl sir," He nodded before continuing on.
"Sorry I didn't expect such a request from a girl," I was about to shout at him for that comment but he didn't give me the chance. "Nice to see some girls are finally toughening up. Show me what you can do. Better not disappoint me."
I picked up a bass and played. I didn't choose any song I just played adding in scales and fancy bowing when appropriate. At first the song reflected my sadness and took on the affect of a rainy day, not the dance in the rain type more like the not allowed to go out and play type. The numb feeling took hold and my playing became icy and cold before I caught Sokka's beaming proud face. The song began to sound more like a bubbling spring in a beautiful forest. Finally I ended the song with a certain level of shyness for it was at this time that I noticed everybody in the room was watching me play the affect was kinda misty.
When the song was done Mr. Pakku was near tears while some of the other people in the room were all out sobbing. 'Was it that bad?' Then the room erupted in applause and I could hear Sokka claiming me as his sister.
My eyes wandered over to Zuko the only familiar part of this new world and saw him standing there with a look of challenge on his face. I gave a small nod and he put his sax to his lips and began to play. The room went completely silent as the music danced out of his sax it sounded determined like a small flame fighting to get bigger. He made his way over to me and the song immediately took on a slightly playful note like fireworks. Then his eyes left mine and wandered to the girl that resembled him. His music took on a proud note like a bonfire made at a victory feast.
To my surprise the girl picked up her flute and began to play while Zuko let his music die away. Her music was beautiful but in a scary type of way. The sound of her flute was like fire so hot it burned blue. It rose and became even more dangerous till she was shooting lighting from her flute.
Then the girl from the drums section started up cutting off lighting girl. Her music was blunt and challenging she was soon accompanied by the boy with the French-horn who sounded rather playful leaving a hole in between the two Before I knew what I was doing I had put my bow to the strings and tied them together with Sokka conducting us to keep us in time with each other.
At that moment I found where I would spend my place in this new life and Mr. Pakku broke out sobbing.
Sorry for the sappy ending I hope that Pakku being O.O.C makes up for it. I realize Sokka might seem a bit O.O.C too but he just lost his dad so I figured he'd be a bit emotional.
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