Disclaimer: Again-no point. But since it's required…I don't own Avatar or anything else that is obviously not mine.
A/N: Well…I didn't know my story was actually good…, but the reviews encouraged me to go ahead and write the next chapter. Thanks to Atolia, Demonking 101, StroodleDoodledFuhn, Glyth, TwilightGD, jakskelligton, Azula's Flame 1415, and Arnysd for the awesome (and nice) reviews. This chapter is for you! And no worries Atolia- Avatar will never die as long as it is still remembered. Oh and TwilightGD (and anyone else wondering)-here are the ages:
Teo: 13
Toph, Aang, and Katara: 14
Zuko and Sokka: 15
I'll add the names and ages of anyone else that enters the story or if I missed someone already and it's pointed out. I also changed the last names to Japanese from the 1st chapter.
Soooo….on with the Tokka!
I repeat-damn those smart people who just had to invent alarm clocks.
I mean, why they couldn't invent something useful like…I dunno…a machine that allows you to actually be a character inside the game you're playing on PS2, is beyond me.
Going through the same routine as yesterday morning- except I'm not late today, thank goodness -I stop and think for a minute.
Why are my contacts white?
Do the eye doctors at Golden Vision want me to look blind?
I mean, I know I have horrible vision, but I'm probably the only one without normal 'clear' contacts in the entire world.
This will have to be fixed.
Soon.
Wrenching my door open and picking up my handy dandy NOTEBOOK-
…
...I was just kidding, geez…
-skateboard, I slide down the stairs just like on the first day of school.
And once again my mom is standing there with my breakfast with her same grumpy look.
This time I received 2 pieces of toast with strawberry jam on them.
Before she has time to harass me on everything, I shoot out the door.
"Toph, dear, I thought you said you were going to turn a new leaf over for High School. You know…new outfits, wearing makeup, and getting a ride from Mr. Ming!"
"Did it ever occur to you that I only said that to get you off my back?"
I look back to see my mom standing in the doorway with a horrified look fixed on her face.
Ha- I thought that was impossible.
The Botox was supposed to still be in effect both yesterday and today.
Whoa Toph, control your laughing and don't flip off the board.
We don't want "Mommy Dearest" to catch up and give us a hug, now do we?
That's right. Just keep skating, just keep skating, just keep skati-
What the- AHH!
I'm thrown to the left and into the street, my board turned upside down beside me.
Dang that hurt!
I look over at the object that almost squashed me.
And my favorite shirt's got a blood stain because of a big gash I obtained on my arm.
…since when do guitars fly?
Wow…what a sweet Gibson Firebird.
With a blue lightning finish. Wow…
"NOOOOO! My Firebird! That cost me shi-I mean-craploads of money Katara!"
Wait, this guy, this really cute guy right here is Sokka?
But…his hair…down…and clothes…
No way.
"Toph? Toph? TOPH?"
"What?" I yell back, finally snapping out of my revere.
"Are you okay? My guitar could've crushed you!" He asked, franticly pulling me to my feet, inspecting for more cuts.
"I'm fine Sokka-"
"Wait. You just called me Sokka. Are you sure you didn't bump your head or something?" He commented, pulling me into a headlock to have a good look at my head.
"Sokka! Sokka! SOKKA! Let me go! I'm fine!" I push him back off me. "You just don't have a ponytail in your hair right now, so the nickname 'Ponytail' doesn't work."
"Oh. Do you want me to put my hair up?" He asks taking a step forward.
"No…that's fine…it looks better…down…" I stutter backing up a step.
"You sure? I wouldn't mind, you know." He advances another step.
"Seriously Sokka? Stop. Your hair looks fine down and I'm fine. Got it?" I take one step forward this time, so I'm glaring right into his eyes.
"Okay… Since your fine, would you mind giving me a rematch?" He asks hopefully, picking up my board and handing it to me.
"Sure… Yeah. Grab your board and prepare to get crushed…again." He runs into his house not seconds after I reply.
WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT TOPH? First you call him cute, give him compliments, and then you act nervous around him.
I only acted nervous once. Plus what's wrong with giving someone a compliment and telling myself they're cute?
It means that you are starting to like him. Then you really start liking them until you're in love, which can't happen. And you know why?
Because… I'm only 14?
No! Well partially yes, but mostly because you have a reputation. You know the whole I'm-so-tough-if-you-get-within-5-feet-of-me-I'll-kick-your-sorry-ass-into-the-next-millenia act?
It's not an act. It's the cold, hard truth.
Then act like it is!
Ugh…not good Toph…fighting with yourself…and losing…just not good.
Hell yeah I'm winning!
"Shut up!" I yell at myself.
"Internal conflict?" I turn to see Sokka standing there on his skateboard.
"No…yes. Let's just race, okay?" I jump on my board ready to take off.
"Okay on 3…1..3!" He yelled 3 as quick as he could, taking a 2 second head start.
"Hey! No fair!" I fly after him.
Come on, come on. I can't lose…I can't- AHH!
"Are you trying to kill me? Cutting in front of someone going more than 5 MPH on a skateboard isn't that smart, just to let you know!" I yell swerving out of the way.
"I'm not trying to kill you! I'm just trying to win!" He yelled back. But with the wind blowing in my ears, I heard, "I'm trying to kill you, so I can win!"
Ugh…IDIOT!
…
Apparently, all he needed was 3 seconds…
I can't believe I lost.
"Yes! I win! I win! I win! Come on Toph, be happy for me. I won!" He stood, jumping in front of me, shouting it to my face.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever." I turn to walk inside.
"Say it."
I turn around slowly. "What?"
"Say it. Say 'You win Sokka'." He replied crossing his arms.
"Ugh…fine… You win Sokka…but only because you cheated!"
"I know, I know, bask in my- wait, what? I didn't cheat!"
"You sure did. Now admit that."
"But I didn't cheat. I won fair and square." He persisted.
"Then where did 2 go? Maybe you need to go back to kindergarten and re-learn how to count." I turn sharply on my heel and make my way to my locker.
Pft, loser.
He thinks he's so cool.
Please…now…Zuko…Zuko's cool…that's why he's my friend…and why Sokka isn't.
Cause Sokka's just…Sokka…
Okay, that's not a reason…but I don't need one.
All I know is that I want nothing to do with Sokka.
...
If only I didn't feel as if that was a lie.
Nothing special occurred in Language Arts, History, and Math, just boring worksheets and really long, unnecessary lectures. At lunch, we actually figured out that we were eating spaghetti. Science and Health were the same as L.A., History, and Math, but P.E. was a whole different story.
Today, Mr. Bumi picked Suki and me to be team leaders.
Pft, he probably had never heard of our rivalry.
Ever since we were picked as opposing team captains in 3rd grade, we have been sworn enemies inside and out of P.E.
"Ah, Toph, my friend, you haven't changed a bit over the summer. I think you should've taken your mother's advice. A new change of clothes would really help with making friends instead of scaring everyone."
Ugh…Suki…
"Well, at least all I have to do is change my clothes to fix my 'problem'. No amount of makeup can help the fact that you look like an ogre with really bad acne." I shoot back, glaring at her.
She fumes and begins to reply, but Mr. Bumi cuts in, "Okay, pick your teams! Pick all the girls first, then pick the guys!"
"What? Why?" All the guys protested.
"Ladies first!" He says in a sing song voice
The teams:
Toph- Mai, Ty Lee, Katara, Zuko, Aang, and Sokka.
Suki- Azula, Yue, Smellerbee, Meng, Jet, The Duke, and Haru.
After an intense 10 minutes, my team finally won.
I mean it's obvious we would, but still. I just felt like saying it again.
Once the 2nd day of school ended, I headed down to the mall for yet another 5 hours of 'work'.
Just as I was about halfway the song "All Around Me" by Flyleaf, the door opened.
Seeing who it was that entered, I just took my time singing and playing the rest of the song.
I tried my best not to stop my 'performance' and burst out laughing at Sokka's face.
It was a mixture of awe, surprise, and annoyance at being ignored for more than a minute.
"Okay, I know we have every single class together, but what are the chances of seeing you here? Are you stalking me or something?" I ask finally coming to the end of the song.
"No. I just came here because I need-" I let out a short laugh, "okay-want a new guitar. You know, to replace the one that was 'dropped' out of my bedroom window this morning?"
"Ah, yes. You know that if it weren't for my badass skills and skateboarding experience, I would have been crushed and you would be paying a lot of money because of my life insurance."
"Well…yeah. But you're alive, so I don't have to pay for anything."
"Except for a new guitar."
"Yeah…that. So, got any Firebirds in stock?"
"Sure do, follow me." I reply, leading him over to the guitars in question.
"Alright, they are all in the same great condition, they all come with the same type of amp, so all you really need to look at is the finishes." I comment.
"Okay…hmm…they're all pretty cool. Your opinion?" He asked still looking at the guitars.
"Well…I really like this one. It's close to your old one, with the lightning finish, except the lightning is multi-colored. You've got green, blue, red, and yellow."
"That's exactly the one I was thinking of getting!"
"Right…"
"No really… I'll take it." He responds, handing me the money. I take it hesitantly, and return to the counter to ring up the purchase.
"Alright…there's the receipt. Just sign it and you're all set."
"Okay…there you go…thanks."
"No problem… It's my job."
"Right…well…see ya tomorrow?"
"Of course. I'm in all your classes, am I not?"
"Yeah…bye." He turns with his new guitar in hand and walks out of the store.
Okay…it's getting better Toph.
Sokka's doesn't seem that bad and you destroyed Suki in dodge ball.
Not to mention you've got a great job, if you can call it that, and the teachers are really easy to trick and persuade that you're actually doing something.
Maybe High School won't be as bad as it seemed when it started. Things are lookin' up.
Boy was that not the truth.
But what she didn't know won't hurt her…
…too bad
Well, how was it? I didn't think it came as easily as the 1st chapter, but I hope it was still okay. Anyway…I hope you continue reading and stick with me (I could also use suggestions). And no Glyth, I'm not begging…I'm hoping. Haha.
Until next time.
-The Runaway
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