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What Was The World Coming To?

Chapter 8

Of Cambell Soup and Freddy Benson

"I can heal your feet if you want." Katara offered. Nadra waved it off her eyes close, "Ehh, I'll just let it heal by itself. It's not like anything big is happening in my life."

The twins exchanged nervous glances. Nadra popped open one eye, "Something important is supposed to happen today, am I right?"

Addi nodded slowly and glanced at her feet, scrunching at her almost raw feet. Zuko burned her pretty bad.

"I'll get the calendar." Aiden stood from his seat and jogged to the kitchen.

"Well, by your guys' expression, I can tell that I'm not going to like what's coming up." Nadra sighed and sat up right instead of slowly sinking into the couch.

"If you're going to get mad, don't take it out on me." Sokka told her placing a hand on her shoulder, "Take your anger out on Jerkface over there!" He grinned as he got out a wooden target circle. It was the ones you see at carnivals- the circle that got smaller and smaller and was painted red and white with a tiny dot in the center. He rested it on Zukos' chest, "Perfect! Now you can hit him dead-center in the gut!" he flashed a toothy grin and a thumbs up.

Katara face palmed as Aang smiled nervously at the prince as smoke began to emerge from his clenched fist.

"Calm your balls, princess. Sokka's just playin'." Nadra smirked and stuck her tongue out.

Sokka stuck his pretty little nose in the air like he always did when discouraged and sat the farthest away from Nadra.

She was the one flashing a toothy grin.

Aiden came back to Nadra with the calendar, "I suggest everyone backs away from Nadra." Aiden advised while he handed her the calendar to browse. He scurried over to Addi once calendar in Nadra's hand.

"Puh-lease, you're over reacting!" the teen rolled her eyes and then searched for the date. August 9th…. Nadra used her finger to trace random lines on the glossy paper until she found the date.

"Ahah!" she placed her finger on the number and then looked at the events, "All it says is 'Parents Visiting'." Nadra scoffed.

She froze and shoved the calendar in her face and got a better look, "No, no, no!" she chanted, "Holy crap!"

"Shouldn't you be happy? You're going to see your parents again!" Katara inquired, perplexed by her reaction.

"Well, of course I'm happy!" she stated obviously, "But the fact that you guys are here, and the fact that my feet are burned and that stupid black residue is still on the ceiling and- and there is a big ass HOLE where my grandmas chandelier should be, is making me not so FRICKIN' HAPPY!" Nadra rambled, expressing every detailed word that needed to be stressed.

The gaang plus the twins and Zuko was backed against the wall at the other side of the living room.

Nadra hyperventilated and looked at the calendar again, "What the fuck! The finals for the dance competition is three days from now!" her blood boiled as her hands couldn't stop themselves as her palms crushed the calendar into one big paper mess.

Nadra looked at her feet, "Oh, whoopdie-frickin-doo! My feet have like, friggin' second degree burns on them! And my parents will see them and start babying me telling me that I need to be more careful then ontop of that-"

You'd think Aang would learn to stop telling angry girls to 'calm down'. He didn't.

"Nadra, you just have to calm down." He interrupted, "Deep breathes in and-" Aang demonstrated and he got hit in the head with a lamp.

"Ontop of that," Nadra decided to finish her rant, "I have the finals to my dance competition! What am I going to do?" she sighed in defeat as she had finally calmed down, "My feet won't heal in three days…." Nadra under handedly threw the calendar at Zuko's feet, "I have to drop out." She mumbled sadly.

Nadra fell to her knees from the couch and sloppily dragged herself upstairs. At the foot of the stairs, she threw a hateful look at Zuko, "I know it's an accident, but you just happened to do that 'accident' at the wrong time." Her hair hid her face, but if you looked right, you could see something glisten on her cheek sliding down her chin then fell.

Zuko felt like he had just been squashed by a bunch of bricks. He was guilty.

"Don't mind her, Zuko. She's just upset on not being able to compete." Aiden told him, worried that his sister might actually hurt his feelings. Addi nodded, "Yeah, don't mind her. She'll get over it."

"I'm going to heal Nadra as much as I can." Katara headed up the stairs not bothering to even spare a glance nor glare as the ex prince.

Aang headed towards the kitchen and came back with a bucket of water, soap and a wash cloth. Aang looked at Sokka sternly, "She's helped us. It's time to repay the favour."

Aang floated in the air with his bending and scrubbed vigorously at the black residue. Sokka looked at Zuko, "I may not like you, but you have to help to. You're the whole reason she's all depressed and junk."

He was right, but what was he to do?

"What am I supposed to do?" Zuko questioned the Water Tribe boy. Sokka shrugged, "Fix her feet. Oh wait!" Sooka cried out in fake surprise, "You can't." he said blandly.

"Look, I'm sorry I burned her feet!" Zuko fumed at him.

"Why're you apologizing to me? Apologize to the girl whose dreams had just been burnt to a crisp."

Iroh groaned as he slowly got up on all fours and rubbed his aching back, "Ohhhh, my back…"

Toph rubbed her forehead and felt a sharp pang in her back, "Ugh, you're tellin' me Tea Man." She planted her feet on the ground and couldn't 'see'. Her eyes flew open.

Iroh stood up and offered a hand to Toph who was still on the ground. When Toph wouldn't accept the hand, Iroh bent down to her level, "Toph, are you alright?"

The earth bender looked up, her eyes not a pale green but a bright forest green. She turned her head left to right as tears brimmed.

Toph could see.

"Toph! Your vision!" Iroh exclaimed, happy that his friend finally could enjoy the gift of sight.

Toph still couldn't believe it, she could see! She wiped her eyes and her usual sarcastic grin, turned into one of joy. "Iroh, Iroh! I can see!" Toph giggled excitedly and headed off in the right direction.

Iroh chuckled and caught up to her, "Yes, Toph. Are you happy?"

Toph nodded, "Happier than I've ever been in my life." She sighed contently as she looked up into the sky then flinched, "Agh! The sun was in my eyes…."

Iroh laughed, "You are not supposed to look directly into the sun, it will damage your eyes."

Toph took that lesson to heart. The last thing on her list now, was to damage her eyes.

"Hey, Tea Man, do you know where we're going?" Toph looked his way and studied his face.

Iroh stopped, "Uh oh…."

"I told you, I didn't know where I was going!" Zita said through gritted teeth as she refrained herself from pulling out all her hair from her scalp.

"How do I know you're telling me the truth?" the teenager raised a sceptical eyebrow at her.

Will Cambell was his name, you know like 'Cambells Chicken Noodle Soup'? Zita laughed. He was roughly 5'8 and his age probably thirteen or fourteen, give or take. By his hair Zita could tell he was one of those guys- the kind of guy that had fuzzy, spikey hair that always had a hand running through his locks, because honestly, he couldn't care less. Those guys were trouble. To Zita, Will honestly just looked like Freddy from iCarly, expect with light brown hair instead of dark. He was a skinny tan kid with broad shoulders- for his age at least. His voice was abnormally low for someone like him- Zita couldn't take him seriously. He wore grey sweat pants and a blue faded t-shirt and the most shocking thing Zita found out was that he wore fedoras. You know what I talkin' bout? It's those pimp hats Micheal Jackson wore. Yeah, baby. Will explained to her, he was wandering around the village out of uniform since he had a day off from work.

"Sureee, what kind of work Will?" Zita followed behind him, as her wrist' were bound and were connected to a string that was clenched tightly between his fingers.

Will shrugged, "Nothing big, basically doing shit around the palace and waiting for that bald avatar to crash through on one of our stain glass windows in slow motion."

The older girl burst out and laughed, "Oh Agni, you, Freddy Benson, crack me the fuck up." She tool deep breathes to calm down but eventually laughed again.

Will looked back, "Who's 'Freddy Benson'?" while tugging the rope to hurry her up.

Zita waved her wrists dismissively, "Oh, no one in particular. Just you. It's your new nickname! Isn't that great, Fredward?"

TBC