This chapter was a little weird for me just from a writing standpoint. Usually i just sit down and just vomit the whole chapter out in one piece but this time i really often just wrote a paragraph or two and then pause again so it might feel a little inconsistent or weird to read but i hope its not too bad. As always, it would be really cool if you good review and tell me what i could do better.

Aang's POV:

„Haha, take that" I let my Batman action figure punch the Joker in the face.

"Aang, sweetie, would you please come into the kitchen" I heard my mother ask as Joker got up and punched Batman back. The fight was an awesome battle between the forces of good and evil and its outcome would determine the fate of Gotham … or at least in my head it was. I paused the fight scene that was currently playing in my mind and left my room.

"What is it, mommy?" I asked as I walked up behind her. She was just in the process of making dinner and dad was also present. He picked me up and let me sit on his shoulder while we watched mom making dinner.

"Dinner is almost ready and we have to tell you something important" Mom explained. Dad took a few plates, knifes and forks out of drawers and carried to the table with one hand while making sure that I wouldn't fall with the other one.

"Aang, mom and I have to tell you something important" dad started after a minute after starting eating dinner. I looked up from a plate of vegetarian spaghetti, staring at my dad in confusion. He had a tone in his voice that was really unusual for him. He normally would be cheerful and you could always hear the smile when he talked but now … now he was serious. And it made me nervous.

"Hmm?"

"Daddy has got a new job and we will have to move" my mom explained further. She was equally serious as dad, and I didn't know why. I immediately got excited when they told me. I had no friends here anyway. And for me it was an adventure, something exciting.

"That's great" I shouted, leaving my parents with a puzzled look on their faces. They certainly didn't expect that.

"You are not sad?" they questioned in unison, the shock evident in their facial expression. I simply smiled at the admittedly hilarious looks on their faces and nodded. My parents looked dumbfounded at each other for a moment but after a while they returned my smile and we finished dinner.

XxX

"Aang sweetie, we have to go now. We don't want to arrive too late so we can unpack everything today" mom yelled from the kitchen. My parents where currently occupied with packing our things into the truck for the move but I stubbornly locked myself into my room - with a key I stole from my parents bedroom - and sobbed.

Every time my parents urged me to come out and pack my things I just yelled a 'NO' back.

'knock' 'knock' I heard a hand softly tapping against my door "Aang? At least tell us what's wrong" I heard my dad softly requesting.

I sat in silence for about 10 seconds before I responded "I don't want to move anymore" Tears came down my cheeks and I buried my face into my upper arm.

"I am sorry Aang but there is no way around it" dad tried to explain "I have this new job and it's too far away to drive there and back everyday"

"But I don't want to move" I cried. I was well aware that I was being selfish and that I was just trying to avoid the inevitable but meeting her the day before just drained all my excitement over the move out of me. Suddenly all I wanted to do is spend time with her, play with her, push each other on the swing or build sandcastles. She was the first real friend I ever had and her presence caused this confusingly pleasant feeling and now we just get ripped apart after only one afternoon.

"I know that you like this girl really much" my father smiled thinking back at how he met my mother "but you will find new friends, I promise you that"

XxX

"Hey, what's your name" it was my first day in kindergarten after we moved and I was sitting on a bench in the corner of the playground and eating my food, while the other kids played tag or hide and seek when I heard the voice of a girl next to me.

I looked in the direction of the voice to see a little girl, in my age, standing there smiling at me.

"I'm Aang" I replied "And you?"

"I'm On Ji" she smiled "Do you want to play tag?"

XxX

*beep* *beep* *beep*

The buzzing of my alarm clock rang loudly in my ears. I slammed my hand on it so it would stop and opened my eyes slowly. It was still very early but I had to stand up regardless. Normally I would be an early riser but ever since we moved back here, I would stay in bed longer. I always head dreams of clouds or oceans and storms. They felt weird but oddly pleasant. Another thing for me waking up late was that I often laid awake in bed till late into the night. I thought I had seen Katara in the hallway when me and uncle went grocery shopping on Saturday and I am still unsure if it had really been her. I often wondered if she even remembered me or if I am long gone out her memory, somewhere hidden deeply in the deepest and darkest corners of her unconscious.

But now I couldn't let myself drown in thoughts again. I had to wake up. Today was Monday and the summer holidays are now over and it's time for school again. I had to focus.

I rose to my feet, stretched my stiff limbs and yawned wholeheartedly before starting with my morning routine. My feet dragged me, more sub-consciously than consciously, to the closet and I opened it, taking out my favorite yellow/orange t-shirt with the arrow on the back and the sleeves and some regular jeans. I proceeded by washing up and packing my school stuff and unplugging my phone from the charger.

As I entered the kitchen I saw uncle Gyatso already eating his breakfast. He had to work at his school for Chinese martial arts and he always had a meditation class early in the morning. His school wasn't much a martial arts school really. Martial arts was just part of what he taught but there were also a lot of people who just learned about Chinese philosophy - primarily Buddhism and Taoism - and history.

As Gyatso noticed me he walking in he lifted his head and smiled "Good morning Aang. Isn't it a wonderful day today?" he greeted as I poured myself a bowl of cereal and sat down across from him.

"I couldn't say that it was good" I replied.

"You know there is nothing to be worried or nervous about your first school day" he said. He wasn't in any way oblivious to my concerns. "You will see, by the time you have your first class you will have fun and I am sure you will make a lot of friends" he tried to calm.

"How can you be so sure of that?" I asked. Gyatso's tone was so sure and confident. He seemed to have no doubt in what he said but I was not really convinced that it was going to be easy. I am glad I hadn't seen Jet yet but I was still nervous about being bullied in school.

"As I told you before" Gyatso put on his all-knowing wise old man voice again "You are a funny, reliable, handsome young man, Aang. I am certain that everyone would be happy to be your friend."

Slightly less nervous I smiled at him. I didn't know what it was but somehow Gyatso always found a way to cheer me up, just like dad always did. 'It must run in the family' I though and chuckled lightly.

I grabbed my backpack and after Gyatso was ready we got into the car.

About 10 minutes later we parked in front of the school. I got out of the car and looked at the huge building towering in front of me. I sighed heavily before taking my first step towards the entrance. 'This is it'.

XxX

Katara's POV:

*knock* *knock* *knock*

I slammed my fist against the wooden door. Why did he always have to be so infuriating. I was already fully clothed, wearing my favorite blue top and dark blue skinny jeans. I decided to wear my head down on that day and only had my signature hairloopis as a special feature.

But Sokka was a complete different story. He was still sleeping and as so often he had his door locked so I couldn't just walk in and slap him awake.

"Sokka, wake up. It's the first school day" I yelled.

"Just a few more minutes, Kat" I heard his faint murmurs through his door.

"No. You will get up now or, by the spirits, I will personally kick this door in and slap you awake" I shouted back. He must have noticed how serious I was, because the next thing a heard was some rumbling in his room and a minute later, a fully clothed Sokka was standing in front of me.

"So you finally got your brother out of bed" Mom noticed as we entered the kitchen. She was currently in the process of making pancakes and the smell left Sokka drooling. He always looked so stupid when there was food somewhere and I couldn't resist the urge to role my eyes at him.

"Are you excited about your first school day this year?" Mom asked as she brought the pancakes to the table.

As soon as the plate of pancakes made contact with the table, Sokka began stuffing his face with the discs of dough.

Occupied with chewing he just nodded and smiled. I on the other hand was not as excited. I was recently dwelling on thought about him. On Saturday I even thought I had seen him but I shrugged it off as pure imagination but somehow I couldn't leave the thought that it might have actually had been Aang. 'Could it be that he moved her?' I thought 'Would that mean we would be going to the same school? If yes, could it be that we have any classes together? Oh I am only bathing in false hope. There is no way that he is back. And even if, he probably won't remember me anyway. Why would he? It has been 11 years.' Those thoughts just repeated themselves over and over again in my head.

"Honey? Are you ok?" moms question snapped me out of my thoughts and I started to shake my head and blinked rapidly.

"Hm? Oh … yeah … I'm excited for school" I replied and started to eat my pancakes letting my thoughts overcome me again.

So Thats it with chapter 3. I hope you enjoyed it and of course you can review it. It only takes a few seconds and it really helps a lot. (BTW: Sorry that Katara and Aang aren't reunited yet. Just be patient.