Hey, everyone, thank you for tuning into THE VERY LAST CHAPTER OF THINGS MY BEST FRIEND MUST DO IN THE FIRE NATION! 'ducks rotten fruit'

God, I am very sad, because A) My hair is purple, B) school starts VERY soon, and I'm not ready, and C) this fic is ending! No! I love writing this! And people seem to enjoy me! And I have no ideas for a sequel! If somebody does, TELL ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Erm, okay, so here is the very last chapter. :(

DISCLAIMER: I own two birds, one of which is biting me and the other is chirping, neither of them are named Avatar. (Sorry, lame, I know.)

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Sunday, June 20, 2009, 3:42 PM

Plane

TO: yuethemoonspirit at moon. com

FROM watertribegenius at awesomeness. com

SUBJECT: I Am Again Drunk On A Plane

HELLO THERE!

We are flying over the ocean, back towards the continent from which you are impatiently waiting for me. We actually got window seats this time, I had the window the first three hours, and we just switched a little while ago. My dad is now watching one of those comedy movies that are totally fake, but totally hilarious anyway. The girl on the aisle seat is fast asleep, she's been that way since we boarded.

So, my morning so far:

1. I did see a police officer and a quack. The quack was questionably sane himself, and the police officer seemed more interested in if we would sue then actually finding this guy and making sure he doesn't, you know, kidnap me and try to rape me again.

The officer asked me a bunch of questions that didn't make any sense, and the quack acted like a moron while the officer stared and looked like he wanted to throw himself out the window. My loving father laughed at my apparent misery.

2. We left, and I found out I fractured my wrist.

3. We get to the boat, we pack up, and I run to the teen lounge, the snack bar, actually, which we all got mango smoothies, (to be ONE with each other) and talked about crap, which brings us to:

THE HOTTIE HUNT

Which was actually the theme of the party I missed last night. (I wonder if you managed to email Gilligan with the idea)

So, apparently, Gilligan gave everyone cameras and told them to take a picture of their hottie of choice. (I fail to see what's appropriate about this.) So...

RESPONSES:

(Been a lot time since I did this!)

Wannabees: I was told that they hunted ME out, but when they couldn't find me, they snapped pictures of Zuko and Teo. Aang got no love.

Cool Kids: Took pictures of THEMSELVES.

Gamers:"TOURNAMENT!" I didn't bother to ask what they were playing.

Emos/Goths: Took the cameras and stared blankly at Gilligan, who stared back nervously.

Geeks: Some were brave and took pics of people who weren't geeks, but most who did that got sucker-punched.

The Odd Squad:TEO took a picture of TOPH and they left to go somewhere, SUKI looked baffled on what to do since I was gone, so she takes a piece of paper and writes my name on it. ZUKO takes a picture of the lady who runs the day spa, and AANG took a picture of a waitress.

They told me all of this while we drank our one-ing smoothies.

Then SUKI came over and asked for my phone number, which made me stare at her like the Klingon she is, I mean, I RAN from the room when she tried to have sex, can she get ANY more clueless?

So I gave her yours.

JUST KIDDING!

I gave her my own, I will just neglect to tell her I'm getting a new number when school starts.

Then she left, FINALLY, and Toph informed me that Gaoling (where she and Teo live) is only about three hours away from Chameleon Bay, so we are planning to meet up one of these times!

Aang travels around all the time, so he will no doubt be in the area at some time or the other.

I might even see Zuko every now and then! His father is doing this thing and he has to travel back and forth from the Fire Nation and Ba Sing Se, so hopefully we can do something in the city.

4. I finish packing and we leave the boat.

There was absolutely NO DRAMA getting to the airport, no one misread anything, we got there and hour and a half before boarding, and now we are ON!

The takeoff was torture. You should have seen what it did to my lemonade. It got all squeezed in, compressed, it released when I opened it, though, but my head was doing that, and I can't open my head. You know those dolls that you hold and when you squeeze the eyes pop out? That was me. My eyeballs were on the floor. Really. REALLY. (Okay, fine, DON'T believe me.)

So let me come back to your list, which is STILL on my hand, after a WEEK and a HALF of randomness. Seriously, I could do an add for Sharpie markers with this thing.

EMAIL YOUR VERY BEST FRIEND YUE EVERYDAY, TELLING HER ABOUT YOUR AMAZING ADVENTURES!

Well, I obviously followed THAT order, since I am emailing you this very moment. I did have some pretty amazing adventures, didn't I?

WEAR THE SHIRT!

I wore it several times. I still have it, too, it's in my bag. I shall be burning it when we get home. Or mounting it on my wall as a momento.

IN PUBLIC!

K, so I listened to you, wore the shirt, got A) mugged, and B) almost raped. I'm never taking your advice again.

AND MEET A HOT FIRE NATION GIRLFRIEND!

That one almost got me raped too. Well, considering both Suki and Veronica would probably stop if I told them to, but whatever.

Gaa. You are going to KILL ME, aren't you?

The girl next to me has woken up. Whoa, she's pretty. She has an EXCELLENT shade of blue for eye color. She's, she's, TALKING to me!

RANDOM GIRL: "So, you are a geeky jock?"

ME: "What? Oh, no, my insane best friend wrote that on me."

GIRL: "Okay. So what shirt, and have you met your hottie yet?"

Shoot, she's been awake longer than I thought.

ME: "I wore the shirt, and I might have met my hottie." Oh, GOD, did I just SAY that?

GIRL: "Cool."

ME: "So are you visiting someone?"

GIRL: "No, I'm part of an exchange program. I'm going to a private school in Chameleon Bay."

ME: "Isn't that like, really expensive?"

GIRL: "I won a dance competition, and a big scholarship. Free ride."

No flipping WAY.

ME: "Awesome! Dancing is so much fun. What do you do?"

GIRL: "Ballet, lyrical, ballroom, hiphop, the works, mainly. Hey, do you know where Old Town is?"

ME: "That's where I live. I'm Sokka, by the way."

VI: "I'm Vi. That's where my host family lives."

ME: "My dad and I will give you a ride."

VI: "Thanks. So are those your adventures your writing about?"

ME: "I'm all done."

So, YES, I AM done, I will see you when we land!

Hasta La Vista! -Sokka

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NO! I DON'T WANT IT TO BE OVER!

So I DID have an idea for sequel, just a bunch of random emails between the Odd Squad when school starts, but it's just not the same! I don't know, if you guys really want me to, I'll write a sequel, or I'll write the first chapter and let one of you guys adopt it.

So, that is IT. I start school in fourteen hours, 28 minutes. Goodbye, life. Hello, get up, school, homework, sleep.

Gaa. SAD! I'M PROBABLY SADDER THAN YOU PEOPLE ARE!

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