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Chapter 4: Uber Bored

"So let me get this straight," he said on the other side of the line. "Yangchen gave you another chance, right?" She heard him scoff to himself smugly. "You know, I have to say, I'm actually quite surprised she did."

"Well, at least she did, Airhead," she told him. "I would've been toast if it weren't for her merciful soul." She said as she shifted the phone from her left ear to her right. Rolling her office chair from her study table across the room, with arms wide open and a triumphant smile on her face she cried, "God, praise her soul!"

Aang chuckled at her little outburst. His Friday evening had just started and here is talking to his best friend on the phone when he could've been watching movies with Sokka. The older boy was outside in the living room sprawling on the couch covered in buttered popcorn while watching another random movie he rented. In reality, Aang would've been disgusted. After all, it's his house and his couch and his popcorn. But since that's Sokka he's dealing with, what can he do about it? Hell, he'd just let him be the nutshell he already is.

Toph on the other hand, was bored to the point of dying. Being the only daughter of an extremely rich family, she has absolutely everything in the world that can prevent boredom. Xbox here, Wii console there, unfortunately for her, it only adds to the boredom and the rich, luxurious atmosphere that she absolutely despises. At first she'd play with them, but in the end, the stuff just gets old and boring. Then she'd just leave them there and wait for the dust to gather. And when that finally happens, she'd probably play with them again – which will most probably never happen since the servants clean the stuff regularly.

Toph would've had a very busy Friday busy exploring the city with her friends or having movie nights with Aang and Sokka. But tonight, despite it being a Friday, there really isn't much for her to do. She's being held hostage in her own room by her parents when she could've been there at Aang's watching a movie with him and their friends. Her boredom tempted her to do something. She could play with her Xbox again, but that would mean setting the whole thing up. And she was really lazy at the moment.

In the end, here's her conclusion: there's absolutely nothing entertaining to do but to lie down and sprawl on the bed.

And she realized that just over an hour ago when she saw her parents walk through the door.

So here she is at present: phone in hand, in an upside-down position on her bed watching cartoons.

So . . . uber-bored.

She had recently transferred from the office chair to her queen-sized bed to sprawl.

Yes. Sprawl.

As if there isn't anything else better to do.

The TV was useless for her at the moment. It's turned on but the audio was mute, so all she could hear was Twinkletoes at the other end of the line.

"You know, we could've talked about this in school a while ago," he said.

"Yeah, but if we did we wouldn't have a topic to talk about now."

"That's insane, Toph. We never run out of things to talk about," Aang said. "Besides, I'm supposed to be doing something else now."

"So, what exactly are you doing?" she asked him.

"Well, as you can hear, I'm talking to you," he said. "I'm actually supposed to be watching this movie Sokka rented for movie night, but here I am sacrificing that since you called."

Toph blushed slightly at that. "So what is Snoozles doing?"

"Naturally sprawling on my couch," Aang moved over to the nearby wall to check at him. "Currently, he's covered him popcorn."

"Why am I not surprised?"

"'Cause it's Sokka we're talking about. Who'd be shocked about that?"

Toph laughed a bit for once. She wished she was there for movie night with them. On normal Fridays she'd be there prompt and present. But her parents are home and she couldn't escape the house – or her own room for that matter; and they're actually keeping her on guard. Her parents never allow her anywhere outside the house without agents or body guards following her around. They actually said that they're doing that for her own pisses her off the most. What her parents consider 'freedom' is the total opposite of freedom.

On lucky days, she'd escape through the open window. And on even luckier days, she'd use the front door. And those days only come when her parents are out of town which seem to appear rarer and rarer each passing week.

They said that they're doing it for her protection. The school may be the only place in the world which her parents describe as 'safe' for her to walk freely without being followed by her so-called bodyguards. Her own house doesn't even count. All those years of being guarded and followed around made her sick and nauseous.

"Hey Twinkles?"

"Hmm?"

"I'm bored."

"You always are."

"Yeah but," she rolled over her stomach to face the television. "There really isn't anything to do other than to annoy you."

Aang frowned. "Then call up someone else. Not that I don't mind talking to you. I mean, I really don't. But Sokka's been yelling at me for the past few minutes every time a good part in the movie comes and I miss it."

Toph sighed. She should probably just let go and let him enjoy his Friday night. She already annoyed him, that's good enough for her. Mission accomplished. "Fine. Enjoy your Friday night. I'll do something else worthwhile." She said stubbornly.

"'Kay."

"Wait, before you go," she said. "At least suggest what I should do so I won't annoy you all throughout."

Aang pondered for a moment, rubbing his chin in the process. "You could . . . uh, start with your essay? That seems reasonable and productive."

Toph frowned. That? On a Friday?

"Got anything else other than that?" she asked.

"Uhhh . . . nope. Sorry. Good luck to you on doing that. Bye!" He hung up as quickly as he could before she could say anything else.

Toph groaned. Damn, if she was bored, she was bored. And she'd rather do that anyway than to do absolutely nothing at all.

So she groggily rose from her position and walked up to her desk, took a pen and a paper and started with a draft.