Author's note: I tried to use the 3rd point of view but I felt that it was a little hard? So I'm gonna switch back to 1st point of view to compare which would be better to write in.

I would also like some opinions? Like, what would you like to see or don't want to see or some advice? That would be great. :) But I wont guarantee that I'll comply to all of the suggestions if I can't squeeze it in or exclude out.

I would also be glad if someone could offer me some grammar lessons because my grammar had always been my weak point because I don't really know how it's constructed or how to use it properly? I live in a country where English is kind of like the second language for most of my people but I kinda ignored all the other languages and focused on learning English. I'm pretty stupid so I already knew that if I had to focus on more languages than one, I would be screwed. But the English lessons here are not that advanced? I'm not even sure what I learned in school so some advice on how to keep up some proper grammar would be nice! Thank you and thank you again for reading this story!

The sun is setting...

The sight is comforting to me as the ending of the day is almost here. I just need to hold on a little longer.

Plopping myself onto the spot of the earth that I am appointed to, I watch as Ming-Ming move comfortably further away from me.

Thank goodness, I felt like my eyes were gonna burn from how much hatred they were oozing from just staring at him.

His friends went back to the spot where they were before the old man yelled at them and Aang makes his way to me once they are placed.

"So, what do you have in mind, Avatar?" I ask curiously but my mind is already set that whatever he had to offer is useless.

Aang scratches his head with a constipated expression and sits down in front of my agitated form.

"Truth to be told. I'm not really sure what to do now. I mean, Ming already has his pencil and this..incident is already almost a year old."

I sigh.

Just as I expected.

I'm still a little let down though.

The issue is so old and yet no one is willing to let this go. Then again, neither will I. I want revenge. Or, at least, an apology.

"Could, you, possible, apologize?"

"What!?" Anger inside of me erupts too quickly to be controlled. Aang didn't even flinch this time as this is the reaction he expected.

"I mean fake apologize! I know this is difficult because you're clearly the victim here but there's no other way."

"Um, yes there is. Find the real criminal who put that pencil into my bag?" I argue, seething with rage.

"But it's been 9 months. It wont be easy making someone come out and confess after such a long time. Especially after what happened to you. And I got a feeling that if the real criminal was found, he would have stones thrown at him too." Aang reasons but I am not buying it.

"No. I don't care what would happen to him. Heck, I'd throw stones at him too for what he put me through! I'm the one who needs to be begged for forgiveness not the other way around. Especially not that filthy chicken-swine."

"Please, Wan?"

Really, did he really think that it would...

I can only grimace at the astonishing amount of pitiful-ness that Aang has managed to compress into his eyes.

Really, I'm disgusted at myself that I'm actually falling for this. I can't believe it...

The growing amount of pity and guilt just continues to grow the longer I stare into the face that Aang is pulling. I almost lost myself but I quickly turn away, fighting the urge to crumble!

But Aang could sense it. Sense that he is so close to breaking me.

"For me? As a friend?"

Ah damn it.

"Ugh! Fine! You win!" I growl as I throw my flustered hands into the air. Aang didn't even bother to hide that little fist pump. Or maybe he did try but fail miserably. "But I'm not just gonna go over there. You have to try and convince him to apologize to me too! If I have to fake apologize, so does he."

Brimming with joy, Aang eagerly nods at this agreement with a grin. He quickly gets up from the ground and run towards Ming, allowing me some time to myself.

To accept it and to brace for it.

...

"What!?"

I smirk at the cry of my enemy. It's not often one gets to hear the shrill of a chicken-swine.

Well, at least Aang is keeping his part of the deal. Truth to be told, I am getting tired of the incident and I truly want to put it behind me. I watch as Aang stands up and walk away from an unsatisfied Ming. I wonder what did he do to convince him. Doubt begging would have worked on the prideful Ming.

But it worked on the pitiful me, damn it all.

"Will the two of you please meet back here?" Aang calls out as he stands where they were before splitting up, his hands waving towards us to come over.

Ming and I obey the Avatar, eyes straining to track any funny movement from each other.

Aang looks between the two hopefully before setting his eyes on me, "Would you like to go first?"

I roll my eyes. I really should have been surprised and yet I am not. Forget owing Aang anything for using him as a shield so I could insult Ming. We are even now.

Taking a deep calming breath, I turn my body toward's Ming with my arms crossed in front of me. I refuse to look at that bully in the eye though because I could just feel the smug look spreading across his dumb face. Just sensing it or even thinking about it makes my face red from rage.

"I'm...Sorry."

You stupid chicken-swine for not having the brains to properly care for your own shit.

"Hmph! And I'm sorry too." Ming tosses out the empty apology casually. It's killing me from the inside that I had to tear my guts open and dig deep inside to find the voice that was trying to hide itself from saying 'Sorry' but this guy could just vomit it out so easily!?

"Are we done, Avatar? I'd like to go home. I've spent enough time with..."

I look up curiously, wondering why he suddenly stopped. I swear internally at how Ming is taller than me but what irritates me more iss the condescending look in his eyes the moment we make eye contact.

"...her. After all, not all of us could fit into an educational environment."

Enrage is the perfect description to what I'm expressing through my entire body at his revolting insult. Feeling a hand on my shoulder, I turn while withholding my expression to face Aang who isn't even looking at me.

"Yeah. Thanks for your time."

Ming smirks and nod 'politely' at Aang then marches toward his friends in prideful stride.

"Take the high road, Wan. Take the high road. I'll owe you something for this. I promise." Aand whispers to me. I continue to glare into his grey eyes.

Slowly but eventually, the rage dies down as my shoulders sag in defeat. I watch at the corner of my eyes as Ming high-fives his friends at his little victory.

"Come on, let's continue cleaning. We'll head back and drink tea or something." Aang offers while offering me back my cloth. I take the cloth grumpily and kneel next to the saddle, doing my best to ignore the cheerful laughter not far behind me.

"You're not drinking tea with us. You're having dinner with us." I grumbles as I roughly wipe the saddle like I'm trying to shove the cloth into the saddle.

Aang smiles at the silent pride he has for his friend and wipes the area of the saddle that he has left off.

"Told you she was pathetic!"

My hand halts its wiping motion as I feel my sanity bending to its limit.

Ming and his loud-mouthed friends didn't even try to shush each other. They just continue laughing. Like they have the right to mock me.

"The high road, Wan. Remember the high road." Aang chants warily and that is the last straw.

I twist my body towards the buffoons as I stand up and I throw the cloth with all of the pent up anger of not only today, but of the 9 months of hell. I react with such inhuman speed that Aang didn't have time to react and by the time he stands up, the cloth have already hit its target.

I was aiming for the head but a soaked back is good too.

Tense silence makes itself at home once again as none of Ming's friend dare to say anything. Their eyes, including Aang's, shifts back and forth towards me, who is panting from emotional exhaustion, and to Ming, who is huffing louder and louder as his rage grow redder and hotter.

Not as nice if it were you...right, Ming-Ming?

Of course, I would never say that out loud. I know when I'm pushing it and really, I'm already way past pushing it. This should be considered crashing a buffalo-bull through the button of limited patience. I'm pretty much in big danger now.

"Did you just throw a dirty, wet cloth at me? You filthy scum." Ming growls as he turns to face me, the cloth slowly peeling off from the movement of the bully's ragged breathing.

"Me? You're the one with the dirty cloth stuck onto his back, you filth."

"Wan..!" Aang pleas.

Sorry, Aang but that was too easy to pass up.

"Filth...? Filth..!?"

Ming's friends take a step back from their enrage leader. It is kind of pointless since Ming is alreeady stomping his way towards me, further away from them. Each step shakes the ground he walks on and it sends waves of regret and fear to me each time the earth shakes.

But I stand my ground. I'm sick and tired of being the coward. Being pathetic. Holy shit, I'm so fucking scared but I don't want to run away either!

The threat's inevitable approach reminds me when Sokka threatened to attack me with his boomerang.

"We'll see who's filthy when I'm done with you!"

"Go ahead. T-then I'll tell your mom you earthbent at me again." Stuttering as I warn him, I beg for it to work. Yes, that's the best I could do.

Aang stands in front of me and take his battle position, ready to defend but Ming just shifts the ground and knock him off balance. I reach out to catch Aang before he falls to the ground but Ming moves the earth to distance us. He moves me to his left and he moves Aang to the right.

Finally, Ming attacks.

I can only raise my hands in front of me as my only weak defense to the small rock he shoots at me one after another. I grit my teeth as I restrain myself from yelping in pain or even muttering an 'ouch'. My pride has been bruised enough and I'm going to protect the small shreds of what's left of it.

But the rocks aren't a blind aim to my torso as I had thought. It hit the bulls-eye which is my head.

Aang sends a gust of wind that pushes Ming off his feet. Angered, Ming stomps his foot even when his back is still on the ground and lockes Aang's feet in place.

This really didn't make any sense to me until Ming builds a small fort around Aang to keep him in. I can hear him shouting my name, worried. For me.

"Now..Where were we?"

None of his friends tries to help him up and just watches him from behind. They exchange concerned glances with each other, waiting for one of them to find the courage to speak up.

"Please, Ming! You don't have to do this! You have to stop! This is going too far!" Aang pleas, following by the sound of booming fists hitting against his restraints. One of the friend's follows after Aang's plea with his own.

"Um..Ming. I think you should stop. We're gonna get in trouble! Like, actual real trouble!"

The group huddles together as Ming turns to face them. I watch as I rub the sore spot from my head. I take a quick glance to luckily not find any blood before focusing on the rampaging idiot.

"Stop? I haven't even started! I was going easy on her the past 9 months and now? It's time for revenge." Ming turns to face me, giving the most bone-chilling look of calm that I have ever seen from the arrogant loud-mouthed brat. "She owes me blood."

How could a kid say that...?

It wasn't until I feel my heart drop did I realize that I had actually hoped for a good outcome. But it is too late now.

Ming starts to bend rocks at me, one after another, aiming for different parts of my body but I did my best to hold my arms in front of my head. If I can't keep this up, he might just kill me. I dodged, blocked, dodged and blocked while I desperately look for any solution. Any trick. Any lie. But I'm panicking too hard that before my mind could even complete a scheme, it would be rejected every time a stone is shot at me as nothing could fix this mess.

And there's too much shame in begging that I just continue to stumble back after each hit, trying my hardest to contain myself from breaking down to my trembling knees.

One of the rocks hit right in my stomach, knocking the wind out of me so hard that spit flys out of my mouth. My arms fall and allows Ming to seize the opportunity.

He goes after my head.

Aang flies over the wall, managing to escape by sending continuous burst of pressured air through his feet and pounding the earth with his hands so desperately that it finally cracks through and blow off the restraints. He stands in between Ming and I, pushed beyond the limits of his trained patience.

"Stop this! Now!"

Aang waves a current of air towards Ming, forcing the stones he had levitated back to the earth.

"Let's get out of here!"

Ming's friends flee from the scene, not wanting to stay anymore to see the wrath of the Avatar. Ming, however, stubbornly stands still and face Aang. His chest puffed out like he is asking for the Avatar to give him his best shot.

"This is bullying and there is never a good enough reason to bully anyone! You must find it in yourself to let it go! No good ever comes from vengeance."

I breath shallow breathes as I slowly lower my arms to my side. I watch Aang from behind as he gives his speech, slowly feeling myself at peace the longer I stare at his back, defending me. For once, someone is on my side when things get tough.

Even though it is my fault.

Still, it's...nice.

"Is getting revenge really that important!? You're putting a life in danger over a pencil! How could you justify throwing rocks at anyone?"

My eyes shifts to the ground. Although it isn't directed at me, it is pointing out a flaw in me. And I don't like to look at my flaws. That bully's flaw is complete thick-headedness. I don't think Aang's speech would do any good but I didn't want to stop him.

"You know what? I'm done stroking your ego! I thought some part of you wanted to be good and make peace! But I was wrong!"

I thought I saw something shifting at the corner of my eyes. Without moving my head too much, I witness spots of black on the earth slowly rising higher and higher as my realization grow more and more apparent in my eyes. Slowly, I edge my head towards the source of the shadows to confirm my suspicion.

"You should be ashamed for what you are doing but you can still be good! Just walk away."

All the rocks that I have dodged and landed behind me start to rise. I'm paralyzed with fear as I watch the stones hover at a distance behind me. It almost feels like I can feel them staring back at me in hatred.

Then they shoot themselves.

I duck and brace myself but instead I feel the stones whizzing past me as they miss. And it continues to fly. I snap my eyes open search for the rocks.

What I saw causes me great horror that I have never imagined I would ever feel.

"NO!"

Hearing my cry, Aang pauses his speech to turn around. He expects to see me but instead, he sees a rock stopping just in front of his right eye.

He freezes as he stare at the rock, thinking his sense of time has twisted itself to make this second last as long as a minute. He just waited and waited for it to continue and finish the job but it remains where it is in the air.

His eyes focus behind the stone to see my hands stretching out in front of me. My fingers digging into my palm as if I am clutching onto something for dear life. And I think I am. I feel the stones in my hands even though there's no way my hand could physically hold all of them. They are also floating so far away from me and far too close to Aang.

The stones could have blinded him...They could have blinded my first friend and it would be all my fault...

Ming, Aang, and I watch the stones in silence, feeling like the still earth itself.

The moment the stones start to tremble, so did our blank minds as it struggles to comprehend what just happened.

"Shit...Shit! Shit!"

Ming runs away the same time as the stones fall to the ground.

I gaze at the rocks in deep confusion. What I feel that are rocks in my hands have suddenly started to melt away. It flows out of my tight, trembling grip so easily like air. Aang steps away from the rocks, slightly afraid that they would suddenly rise from the ground to finish the accident.

Aang recovers from the shock first. His eyelids flutter to comfort the burn he is feeling in his eyes for not blinking too long. A hand rubs his face to loosen the tense muscle as he takes a deep breath in.

Hold.

Breath out.

Gaining composure, Aang waits for me to do the same but grows worried when I did nothing but tremble.

"Wan?"

I just keep staring at the stones. Trying to understand what I just did. Or maybe thought I did.

"Wan?" Aang calls a little louder.

I snap my head up to look at the source of the voice. I didn't say anything as I watch Aang take some cautious steps toward me. Like I am a frightened animal.

And I am.

Aang puts his hands on my shoulders. Although he hardly put any weight on it, I feel it pushing my shoulders down and forcing me to relax.

"Are you okay?"

A simple question with difficult steps to find the answer.

Okay? No. What happened was not okay. I think I potentially lost a friend because I was thick-headed...

I'm horrible? I can't say that. True it may be but it's my fault. And I selfishly let it happen because I took advantage of Aang's position of power as the Avatar.

Angry? Again?

Sad?

Petrified?

Guilty?

Overwhelmed?

The more I try to find the appropriate answer, the heavier my heart feels.

"Aang..."

Just saying the name of the airbender makes me feel a little lighter. Or maybe I am feeling lighter because I actually have someone to share my burdens with.

"...What am I?"

Sorry, Aang. Looks like I do owe you.

"Well...An earthbender, it seems?" Aang offers but I shake my head.

"I tried, Aang. Trust me."

"But you just-"

"Trust me." I repeat forcefully. "I just know it. I just feel it. I'm not an earthbender."

Aang takes a moment of silence to think.

"Then...what are you? What do you feel?"

A difficult question with an easy answer.

"I don't know."

Aang drops his hands from my shoulders as we both just...stand there. Eyes looking at anything other than each other.

"...And you?" I ask. It is out of politeness at first but then I notice how he looks kind of in pain.

"Huh?" Aang questions my question.

"Are you okay? You look kind of in pain." I respond and as soon as he hears it, he moves one of his hands to his face.

"Do I?"

Aang's focus seem to have run to the back of his mind and I wait patiently for it to come back.

He isn't willing to share his problems at first but then he remembers how the girl in front of him feels like home. Slowly but gradually, he feels that he could trust her in something as small as just expressing what's bothering him.

Aang looks at me in the eyes and I tilt my head in curiosity. Signaling my eagerness to listen.

"Well...I'm just a little disappointed in myself. I'm the Avatar that's suppose to bring balance into the world. But I couldn't even put a stop to..a simple fight. I'm worried...If I could do it at all."

Oh, wow. This is way over my head.

I didn't know what to say at first but when I see how low his shoulders are from carrying a heavy burden for so long and how old his eyes look for a 12 year old...I know I can't let him down. Not after what he has done for me.

"Well, this is different from the world. This was two thick-headed children fighting over something small and stupid. We were fighting like children. The people who you will soon have to face are nothing like Ming. The people who...would be on your side wouldn't be like Ming. They wont be bratty, ignorant, or thick-headed like Ming. They'll listen to you properly and they'll listen to rationality instead of their pride." Struggling as I try to answer the best I can, my hands are all over the place trying to exaggerate the point in my advise.

"Like you?"

I involuntarily snort, thinking it is a joke, and shake my head.

"Nah. People better than me." I answer with a confident grin.

Aang seems to relax a little. It didn't completely solve the worry in his mind but it did weaken. Pushing it to the back of his mind to ponder about later, he looks around as he have this nagging feeling that something is missing for a while now.

"Hey...Where's Appa and Momo?" Aang asks as he suddenly realizes he hasn't heard from his friend throughout the whole fight. He trusts that his pet would have come to his rescue but he was missing throughout the whole action.

My eyes scans around if Appa is on land while Aang scans the ocean.

"Oh, there he is." Aang points out and I turn to face the direction he is pointing.

At first it is kind of difficult since he is pointing right at the setting sun but soon we notice a blob of a silhouette floating in the ocean.

"What are they doing way over there?" I ask as I take a few steps forward, as if it would help.

"I'll go check."

Aang leaves my side as he goes to the saddle and pick up a staff. Or as he calls it, 'A glider'. Opening up the wings of the glider, he airbends himself to the air and glide towards the sun.

Calmly, I watch as Aang's silhouette grow smaller and smaller. I breath in the ocean air blowing away all the leftover pieces of anger inside of me, allowing me to forget the bitter part of today.

Aang makes a circles before he drops himself onto Appa's stomach.

I flinch at the distant roar of surprise as Appa rolls off his back, managing to cause several splashes due to his multiple limbs. Aang leaps high into the air to avoid his pet's turnover, laughing at the reaction he has received. If I strain my ears, I swear I hear Momo screeching as well.

The humorous sight causes me to giggle.

After some shuffling about, I couldn't really tell because they're too far and it's hard to see when they are nothing but dark figures, Appa fly's out of the water and heads my way.

My giggled erupts to a hearty laughter.

Appa looks ridiculous soaking wet like that! It looks like he can't see at all! And Momo is clutching tightly onto Aang's head, dripping water uncomfortably down Aang's clothes. I can even see the trail of water on Aang's clothes that Momo have left behind while crawling up to Aang's head.

Soon my laughter infects Aang and he soon joins the merry laughing. We laugh and laugh no longer just because of the funny sight but because it just feels good to laugh.

Once we feel like we have enjoyed enough to balance out the rough parts of today, we slowly quiet down but some of the joy fades away with it. For me, that is.

"Hey, Aang." I call out while eyeing the ground.

"Yeah?" Aang asks curiously as he slides off Appa and walk up to me. Momo have finally left the bald kid's head alone and sits alone to dry himself off.

"...Are we...still friends?"

The boy is startled by the question and notices how I roll my hands into a tight fist. I'm bracing myself for the worse.

"Of course! Why would we suddenly stop being friends?"

I silently look at the rocks laying innocently on the ground and hope Aang got the message.

"Oh...Well, it's not your fault-"

I face him with a bemused expression, pretty much calling him out. Aang is stunned that his kindness is denied but it is a bad kind of kindness that ignores all of the bad things instead of fixing them.

"Okay, it was but that doesn't mean we just stop being friends. Being friends mean sticking to each other no matter what! Even if they were going through a tough time, make mistakes, or was just...different."

I pretend to raise an eyebrow at the last part. It didn't kinda fit in but..okay? The way he says it as he looks to the ground makes me feel like I shouldn't question it.

Aang walks to my side and rest an arm on my shoulders. He is only a little bit taller than me. I notice that my forehead i just a little above his nose. I guess I was the cause of his nosebleed when we collided. I was wondering why he was bleeding.

"Friends?" Aang offers with a light smile.

"Friends." I accept as I too put an arm over his shoulder.

"...I'm surprised that you're not bleeding or anything from those rocks."

"Yeah. I'm pretty durable. And strong too!"

Appa sensing that the conversation has reach its end, he shakes his body vigorously to dry himself.

"Agh!"

"Damn it, Appa-Ahck! Ew! Aang, I think I just swallowed some of Appa's fur!"

DISGUSTING.