Well hello again! I'mmmmm back! This chapter was so fun to write! I say that about all things I write. That's because I love writing. \(^-^)/ WITH A PASSION! Haha! So like I promised I will update after I reached 20+ reviews. so hurr you go! Oh before I go any further I need to make one thing clear: I'm sorry if I don't update right away after I reach my designated amount of reviews I requested. It takes me a lot of time to write out these chapters. I have taken a lot of time out of my life to write for you guys. I know it is hard to believe, but I sort of maybe have a life. (sort of) :))) But yeah, so I just want to apologize for that.

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Okay so on with the story.

Disclaimer: Legend of Korra belongs to Bryke.

Plot belongs to me! (SoulLikeABird)


The class could not go by anymore slower, and the teacher could not be any duller. Korra has had a lot of teachers and instructors throughout her life, but Mrs. Chung was by far the most tedious teacher she had ever had the honor to have. Mrs. Chung is the kind of teacher that carries the lesson on when it is already understood, and in the meanwhile, rambling on about her personal life. Unluckily for her students, her husband and her had a nasty fight last night…

The first few minutes of class, Korra was forced to stand before her peers and introduce herself. "Hi There… I'm Yuke Shen of Ba Sing Se." Korra introduced as her eyes scanned over the people before her. She nibbles at her lip.

"You're hot!" One student from the back called from the back row of desks.

Korra's cheeks grow hot, and her eyes narrow to the boy. The class erupts in obnoxious laughter. Before Korra could remark Mrs. Chung cuts in.

"That is enough class! Settle down!" She scolds then turns to Korra with her thin lips pulled in a smile. "So sorry. Why don't you take a seat anywhere you want?" She gestures to the desks before her.

Korra chooses an empty seat in the third row. She plops down at her desk and drops her backpack on the ground. drops a heavy red textbook on Korra's desk. Korra arches an eyebrow at the book.

"You will use this as a study tool, and a guide or your homework. "Mrs. Chung dully explains then leaves back to the black board to start the lesson.

Throughout that agonizing fifty-five minutes Korra is stared at by her peers, silently judging the new student who looks a lot like the missing Avatar. But they think nothing of it.

Korra notices the eyes on her, and rolls her own eyes. "Take a picture, it lasts longer." Korra retorts in a whisper loud enough for her peers to hear. Embarrassed, they all turn away. Korra can't help but grin. For the rest of the class Korra stares at the clock, following the revolving red hand as it runs over the thick black numbers distressingly slow.

At last, the sound of the bell rang and Korra shoved her new red text book and green binder in her backpack before slinging it over her shoulder, and filing behind students who are pushing their way out the door. Breaking out into the hallway, Korra glances at her schedule for her next class.

Chinese Literature? Hmmmm…Room 1256…. Korra thinks as she scans the hall for her next class. After two minutes of weaving her way through the students, Korra reached her destination. Walking into the class she drew in looks from everybody who was already seated. Korra bites her lip.

A middle aged man with bright blue eyes and a full head of long, brown hair that flows down to his mid-back, weaved with traditional water tribe beads. He wears a blue dress shirt, gray slacks and shiny white shoes.

Water tribe.

The teacher turns his attention to Korra, he smiles. "Hello. You must be my new student. Yuke is it?" He asks in his deep smooth voice.

No, Korra. "Yes sir." Korra bows. He bows in return.

"Welcome to Chinese Literature AP. I'm Mr. Tao Ran, you can take a seat anywhere you like Miss Shen." He introduces with a nod.

Korra looks over her seat options. A seat in the back by a nerdy looking boy who is reading a comic book, or another boy-who isn't bad looking, in the far corner who is ogling her, as if to mentally invite her over. Finding that a little creepy Korra chooses the Nerdy boy in the back.

The lesson wasn't as boring, and Korra found herself intrigued as the class discussed the History of the past Avatars. Korra never really got the chance to look into the History of her past lives. Korra also found it ironic to be talking about how amazing and important the Avatar is, when little do they know there she is in their presence. Korra smiles.

She was intent on the lesson that is until one of the students brought up the subject of Avatar Korra's recent disappearance.

"I bet the Equalist took her body and froze it, preserving it in a freezer." One says. Korra winces.

"That is ridiculous Chong! I bet that the Equalists kidnapped her and are torturing her in their layer!" A girl interjects.

As if! Korra thinks.

"That's crazy Tylin! Avatar Korra is probably on the outskirts of the Sothern Tribe with memory loss, living as a nomad!" Another presumes.

HAHA! What? Nope.

Soon the whole class breaks into a debate on where their Avatar may be. Some think she is alive. Most think she is dead. Other deductions are absolutely mad that they force Korra to hold back a laugh.

Korra remains silent in her seat, listening to all their guesses. But one stuck out to her. Making her inch back in her seat.

"I think Avatar Korra is alive and got away! I think now she is in hiding!" This accusation came from the nerdy boy sitting next to her.

Shit! Ding-Ding-Ding! We have a winner! Korra swallows sharply.

Mr. Tao Ran regains order in is class as he bangs a dark gavel against his desk. The students fall quiet with scattered whispers here and there. "Alright class…I'm sure you are very intrigued by the Avatar right now, but we have other things to discuss."

Korra sighs in relief as she pulls on her hair. The rest of the class goes by quickly with Korra eaten down by her thoughts.

Has my disappearance really disturbed the world this much?


Korra's morning classes went by quickly but by the time the lunch bell rang, Korra had three new text books, and five pages of homework to add weight to her backpack. Korra follows other students into what she is guessing is the cafeteria

Walking into the cafeteria her jaw dips. It's huge. Like a mini arena with large lofty windows that stretch to the ceiling that's grows into a small glass dome. Hundreds of round Tables scatter the tiled floor. Food vendors are lined up against the walls, students lining up with yuans in hand. Banners adorned on the walls about up-coming dances, and events that Korra pays no attention to.

"Yuke!" Korra hears a familiar bouncy voice call from behind her, waving in her direction. She turns her head in the direction of the voice and sees Bolin sitting atop one of the tables surrounded by two other students who stare at Korra. Boiln motions Korra to come over. Korra strides over to the table and smiles at Bolin. "Hey Yuke!" Bolin greets, animated.

"Hey Bolin. Do you mind if I sit with you?" Korra asks.

"Not at all." Bolin gestures to the empty seat next to him. He slides off the top of the table and drops down to the bench. Korra removes her backpack and lets it fall under the table with a loud clunk, and takes a seat next to Bolin.

Korra glances at the other two students sitting across from her. A girl. A picturesque girl with long dark hair that cascades down her back in graceful black waves. The girl's features, those of a model, with a sharp jaw line, plump, red lips, and a thin figure. Her almond shaped eyes are the color of a jade stone, surrounded in exceptionally long black lashes. Her skin is pale like porcelain, cheeks tinted a soft red. Her looks would but most any girl to shame. She's dressed in a loose, light red tee, with a dark maroon leather jacket covering her arms and shoulders. She reaches her hand out to Korra. "Hi! I'm Asami Sato!" Asami smiles pleasantly. Korra takes Asami's white hand and shakes it.

The name is Korra. "Yuke Shen" Korra smiles politely back, then withdraws her hand.

"Pretty name! Pleasure to meet you Yuke!"

Yeah, too bad it isn't my real name. "Thank you. Pleasure to meet you too."

Korra's attention then adverts to the boy sitting next to Asami, who is working on a page of homework with pencil in hand, paying no attention to the girl who just sat down at his table. Korra on the other hand can't seem to take in enough of the handsome boy sitting across from her. The boy glances up through his lashes up at Korra. His eyes slightly widen, but go back to normal before anyone can notice. But Korra noticed.

He is exceptionally handsome. With his lean, and robust features. His jaw sharp, leading up to a pair of light pink lips, and a roundish nose. His eyes are almond shaped, and the color of amber. Like someone had just melted gold into his irises; glimmering in the sunlight teeming in thorough the windows. His hair is a dark brunette, spiked up in the front to keep it out of his face. His thick eyebrows oddly shaped but it is a look he really pulls off. His flawless skin is slightly tanned. (Not as dark as Korra's) His shoulders are long, a scarf of red pooled around his neck, and shoulders. He wears a dark brown hooded sweatshirt with the sleeves pulled up to show off his toned forearms. "Can I help you?" The handsome boy asks Korra, annoyance dripping from his tone.

He sounds better than he looks. Korra thinks as she takes in his smooth like velvet voice. Korra drops her eyes from the boy. "Sorry…" She mumbles.

"Geez Mako! Way to be rude! Ignore him Yuke. Mako is a professional jerk bender." Bolin says to Korra patting her shoulder. Korra grins.

Mako…

Mako rolls his tawny eyes and goes back to working on his over-due homework.

"So, Yuke, tell me a little about yourself." Asami says taking a bite of her garden salad.

Korra smirks, not sure what she can tell them. "Like what?"

"Where are you from?" Asami asks.

"Er…Ba Sing Se." Korra answers.

"Really? Wow! You moved far!" Asami explains.

You have no idea.

"Are you a bender Yuke?" Bolin asks excitedly.

Yeah, all four elements. I'm the Avatar! "No." Korra replies forlornly.

"Oh That is too bad. We could have used a waterbender on our Pro-bending team… Our waterbender just quit." Bolin says sadly.

"Pro-bending?" Korra asks dumbstruck.

"Yeah, at the arena, it is like a team of benders of three elements. Water-" Bolin starts but Korra interrupts him.

"I know what Pro-bending is. What I meant is, you are a pro-bender?" Korra asks raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah, Mako and I, we consist of the Fire Ferrets! I'm an earthbender, and Mako is a firebender." Bolin exclaims.

No wonder you have a attitude on you fire boy.

"Well we were the Fireferrets until that no good Hasook quit the team." Mako grumbles angrily, pressing down harder on his pencil.

"You don't have another waterbender?" Korra asks.

"No one we know of." Bolin remarks sadly propping up his elbow on the table, and leaning his cheek against it.

Well…Maybe…NO! No, Korra! You will blow your cover! "I'm sorry. I can't help you there…" Korra mutters. "But I hope you find a waterbender." Korra perks shrugging her shoulders.

"Yeah well there isn't a lot of waterbenders here in the city." Mako gripes irritated.

What is with this guy? "Well, just keep looking. I'm sure one will pop up." Korra says politely, trying to keep her cool.

"I doubt that." Mako seethes slamming his textbook closed. He shoves it into his messenger bag,hangs it from his shoulder, and stands to his feet.

He is tall. His legs long, making him stand at least six feet tall. He leans down and presses his lips to Asami's forehead.

Korra quickly glances away, suddenly feeling hallow. She nervously twiddles her thumbs in her lap. They're together...Figures…

"Bye Asami. I will see you after class. I have to go to the library. See you Bolin" And with that, Mako saunters off with a lot of grace for his height.

Korra raises her head, watching as he leaves. "I'm sorry about my brother, he's… not good at warming up to people." Bolin explains.

"I've noticed. You said people at this school are friendly." Korra accuses humorously

Bolin laughs. "Well I am, and so is our little miss Asami" Bolin chuckles indicating to Asami, who is batting her lashes and smiling sweetly.

"Why thank you Bolin." Asami pipes swatting her hand at him. "Also, Mako is a little stressed with his school work, and Hasook quitting. Don't think anything of it, Yuke." Asami says taking another bite of her lunch.

Korra shrugs, returning a smile.

Bolin nudges Korra. "Are you hungry?"

Korra's stomach growls. "Starved, but I don't have no money."

"It's fine! I will pay!" Bolin chirps.

"No, Bolin, you don't have to do that!" Korra insists, but Bolin already grabbed her arm and is pulling her to the vendors.

~.~.~.~

Korra ends up buying a bagel, keeping it cheap for Bolin. As she eats, Bolin, and Asami ask Korra more questions.

"Where do you live?" Asami asks, taking a drink from her bottle of water.

"On Air Temple Island." Not giving much thought.

"Air Temple Island? What are you, an Air Acolyte in training?" Bolin asks with a bushy eyebrow raised.

Korra giggles. "No, my parents are friends with Council Men Tenzin, so when I moved here, they stuck me on the island with him." Korra quickly lies.

"Oh. Neat!" Bolin sings slurping at his noodles. "So your parents didn't move with you?"

Korra shakes her head. "No. They stayed."

"Why is that?" Asami asks curiously.

"Er…It's complicated…" Korra mumbles not being able to think up a convincible lie.

"Oh…Well sorry to hound you with questions." Bolin apologizes.

"It's fine." Korra leans down and grabs her backpack, heaving it onto her shoulder. "I should go. I need to find my next class. It was nice meeting you Asami. Thank you for lunch Bolin." Giving one last smile, Korra turns away.

"No problem!" Bolin chips

"Nice meeting you too Yuke! See you around."


Korra's next class was as bad as her last two classes. She wasn't asked to introduce herself, but

instead the teacher gave her a friendly smile and sent her on her way. Since she was in art, she just doodled on a piece of blank white paper. But her mind was on a whole other different planet.

All she could think of was the handsome Mako, who for a firebender was quiet cold to Korra, talking to her as if she was smaller than him. Physically speaking yes, theoretically: not even close.

But for some reason, he still captivates Korra's thoughts, sending her heart on a frenzy. Those pools of gold that are his eyes, that quirky scowl…But he is with Asami… Korra bitterly thinks. Korra likes Asami, she seems like a nice person who is genuine at heart.

Who am I kidding! She deserves better! Someone who isn't a-a… 'jerkbender'! Why am I even thinking about him? I just met him like fifteen minutes ago! He isn't worth my thoughts! Stupid jerk! He doesn't even know me! Oh boy does he not know me! That's it! I'm going to stop thinking about him.

Too late. Unfortunately, she had already absentmindedly written his name all over her blank paper. Korra's jaw drops.

What is wrong with me?

Korra takes the paper in her hand and crumples it up into a ball and holds it in her hands; refraining from firebending it into a pile of ash.

For the rest of the period in her mind, Korra was bashing the golden eyed firebender.


Korra stomps into her last class for the day, with the anticipation of getting home and sleeping; with a little bit of homework thrown in.

Halting in front of the teacher, Korra is asked to give her fifth introduction on the day.

This is getting old. She thinks as she states her 'name' with a forced smile.

Korra turns to her teacher, who hands yet again another text book. "You will sit next to Mako since they're no other open seats." The teacher informs as she points to Mako in the far back corner.

Great. Korra thinks as the jerk firebending boy who has been invading her thoughts catches her eye. Mako glances up at Korra, then immediately drops his sights back to his notes.

Korra quietly groans as she journeys back to her new seat. She drops her backpack and puts the book down. Korra pulls her hair to the front to rest on her shoulder blades, curtaining the side of her face. So much for not thinking about him. Now you get to sit next to him. Just my luck. Korra thinks with a huff.

Occasionally Korra would steal a glance from a small slit in the curtain of her hair, mentally

kicking him for not even bothering to say hello. Korra grows agitated, and he next chance she got, she is going to talk to him.

Unfortunately, Mako had caught her staring through her hair. Already agitated with the cerulean eyed girl, he rolls his eyes and huffs. "Do you need something?" He irritably asks Korra writing down a formula on his notes.

Korra taken back narrows her eyes. She turns in her seat to face Mako. "What is your deal? She snaps quietly, trying not to draw other attention to herself.

Mako drops his pencil. "My deal? I have no deal. I'm here to learn, and I'm finding it hard to do that with you staring at me." Mako replies with an annoyed leer.

Korra scoffs and bites her lip with a peeved grin. "Yeah, well I'm not the only one with a staring problem."

"What are you talking about?" Mako asks, denying Korra.

Korra snorts. "You keep staring at me too buddy. I'm not blind!" Korra accuses.

Mako goes stiff, as hot blood rushes to his cheeks. "It's only because you keep staring at me!"

Korra scowls. "Well maybe if you didn't stare at me, I wouldn't have to stare at you!" She seethes back, pulling on a loose thread hanging from the arm of her cardigan.

Mako was slowly growing more annoyed with the girl. Sure he stared, she looks a lot like the Avatar, and she is exotically beautiful. It was only natural for him to stare. Mako clears the phlegm building up in his throat. Beautiful? More like annoying! "You stared first!" He argues.

"No!" yes.

"Yes!" Mako protests smugly.

Korra rolls her eyes. "Get over yourself." She states in an almost whisper with a shake of her head.

"You get over yourself!" He throws back, vexation lacing his tone.

"Why are you such a jerk?" Really? Why!

"Why are you so persistent?" Mako asks, questioning himself on why he is even arguing with the perfect stranger in the first place.

"Me? I'm persistent." Korra asks curving an eyebrow. Shaking her head, Korra glances up at the clock. A minute and a half until school ends. She grabs her book and forces it in her backpack.

Mako snorts.

He does the same, slamming his binder and notebook shut, he maneuvers his books into his black messenger bag and zips it shut. "Whatever…I'm not even going to get into this with you. I don't even know you!"

Oh boy do you not know me! Korra shimmies on her backpack, the weight of her five new textbooks lugging down on her shoulders. "Fine…" She agrees. The bell sounds, making Korra slightly jump. She stands easily to her feet. Before walking away, she glances back at Mako who is towering over her like a mini skyscraper; his molten eyes fixed on her in a soft glare. She swallows hard. "Just…Stop staring at me." She haughtily requests before striding away.

Mako bites his tongue and groans. "Whatever you say, Yuke Shen."


So yeah, this chapter was kind of long! But I introduced Mako! Whoo! I love him! Yeah...He is a fun character to write about! Did I introduce him okay? Is he OOC at all? I need your opinion!

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