So…I have been thinking about starting a blog or a website so I can put original stories and philosophies on there. I have been batting the idea around for a while. What do you guys think? If it was updated often, say weekly, good idea, bad idea? Would any of you guys read it? Is anyone still reading this? XP

Prom Pt. II

Toph blew a bubble out of the gum in her mouth and the 'popping' noise made Katara jump.

"Toph!" She said, slightly upset.

"Katara" Toph didn't make eye contact. She threw a dart at the board by her door. "Haha, six points for me. Wanna play?"

"No. We're for the prom stuff."

"Oh come on. I am playing by myself. It's not fun unless you grind someone into the dirt." Toph threw a second dart. "Now I have eighteen points. I'll give you a handicap?" Toph sat up, but Katara just flipped through her magazine, passive-aggressively ignoring her. "Aang would play with me."

"Aang's not here right now. I'm here to help you pick the right dress." Katara handed the magazine to Toph. "What about this one? Silver would look good on you."

"Um…that is kind of…well, not my thing."

"When is wearing a dress ever 'your thing' Toph?"

"Well, never. But can't I get something with more of an edge to it?"

"It's a prom dress. You go with traditional, not edgy." Katara watched Toph push her bangs to the side of her face. "A new hairstyle wouldn't kill you either. For just one night."

"Yeah. I'm make a mental note of that." Toph's lovely sarcastic tone made its appearance again.

"I'm just here to help." Katara sighed. She put the magazine in her bag and pulled Toph off her messy bed. "Come on, we better get started. We need to get started right away."

"Am I gonna be home in time for UFC?"

"This is going to be a long day." Katara sighed.

"Long enough to miss UFC?"

"Well…it certainly fits well." Toph tilted her hips towards the mirror. The shiny silk dress definitely showed off her body well, but the fanciness of it all gave her goose bumps.

"Well, prom night is a special night. It never hurts to look sexy."

"Uh, sexy. Right." Toph kept looking at her curves, some of which were nonexistent. "Am…I sexy?"

"Of course you are! Thin is in right now."

"Yeah, but…I mean…does Aang like thin."

"He's dating you, isn't he?"

"Yeah. He is." Toph, for once, didn't sound confident. Katara saw her soft eyes in the reflection of the dressing room mirror.

"Toph…I…" Katara was interrupted before she could finish.

"So…about that new hairstyle. Do you…know any good places to go?"

Katara smiled. "Sure Toph." She waved down the saleswoman. "We'll take the dress. Right?"

"Right." Toph nodded.

"ARGH! Easy!" Toph yelled. The hairdresser had a hard time taming her bushy locks. Despite Toph's hair being very clean, it was incredibly bushy and there was a lot of it when her bun was down. Neither participant was enjoying the job of taming her wild mane.

"This is not going to be easy." The hairdresser said to Katara and Toph as she fumbled a towel over her head.

"Katara, I swear that this better look good when it's done." Toph threatened.

"It will. Trust me." Katara flashed a twenty dollar tip at the hairdresser, who smiled greedily in return.

"Let's try adding some heat." The dresser suggested.

"Let's try adding my foot up your-" Toph's rude comment was muffled by the racket of an old hairdryer blasting towards her face. Her hair comically flew in all directions.

"Sorry. She is new to pampering." Katara said after the hairdryer shut off.

"So I noticed." The hairdresser continued to work and Toph continued to be difficult.

"This is why men have it easier. Fifteen bucks a haircut and they only need one hair style for like ten years. No tangles, no fuss."

"Tell me about it." The hairdresser said with a sigh. "It costs so much to just maintain an average look. My husband is approaching thirty, barely takes care of himself and he still looks great."

"Yeah, and Sokka might as well live in a dump." Katara said. "But he still has girls clawing at him every weekend. I don't get it, why are we attracted to such pigs?"

"Wait…you agree with me? For once?" Toph was surprised.

"Yeah, of course we do Toph." Katara said. "This is what you do at salons. You talk."

Toph looked at the hairdresser, then back at Katara.

"Well…Aang might not be rich, but even so he doesn't have to worry about his clothes. They are really average, but his face never gets poorer looking." Upon saying that, the other women in the salon started clamoring away with the latest gender-related complaints in their lives. Toph smiled, liking the feeling of being in a group…at least for now.

Poppy Bei Fong sipped from her tea cup, relaxing. Again. Working hard was not a high priority on her agenda, not when "she had so much money to count", as her daughter liked to phrase it. She thought about her daughter's terrible aversion to their money and riches often, but still did not understand where she got it from or why she insisted on being like an average person.

"Uh…I'm home!" Toph shouted.

"Hello Toph." Poppy said. "Speak of the devil. I was just thinking about-." Poppy stopped and stared. She saw Toph with her poor friend Katara, but Toph looked so…different. She had her hair up in a tight bun, and it was more beautiful than it had ever been before; shinny, silky, and black as ink. She had some make-up on that whitened her skin and shopping bags in both of her hands.

"Are you my daughter?" Poppy had to ask.

"Yes mom, I am." Toph blushed heavily, already annoyed. "I am just…getting ready for prom."

"I'm helping." Katara said with a smile.

"Well. That is…nice." Poppy faked a smile. "I am…sure you two will have…lots of fun?"

"We have dates mom. Boy-dates."

"Oh! Oh. Well…oh, that's good. That is much, much better." She smiled genuinely this time. Toph merely glared.

"Well…we're gonna get ready for tonight." Toph ran to her room. Katara followed close behind and waved to Mrs. Be Fong. Poppy waved back, waiting for the two to be out of earshot.

"Thank God." She said to herself when Toph's door slammed closed. "At least that is one less thing I have to worry about."

"Your mom thinks you are gay?" Katara asked.

"Katara, that woman thought I loved dresses till I was eleven, busy me a doll every Christmas and expects me to marry a doctor. She doesn't know me very well." Toph bit her lip.

"I'm sorry Toph." Katara said softly. She held her arms out, attempting to hug her.

"No. No, no." Toph denied her.

"Fine." Brushing the rejection off, Katara reached in the shopping bags and pulled out the beautiful green dress Toph had purchased. "Let's get ready. Prom starts in four hours."

To Be Continued

Let me know if you guys are still reading, and if you think my other idea is a good one.