Disclaimaaaah! I don't own Avatar: The Last Airbender. I understand this may be a shock to you, but we can get through this tragedy together. :0

Chapter One

Hold my hand let's chase the sun. We both know something's begun. Nothin' feels that real without you. Wanna learm so much about you.

Golden eyes scanned the grand structure of a three story building. It's grey bricks gave off a dull appearance, but the many trees and flower beds decorating the grounds made up for it.

A shy breeze weaved through the vibrant green leaves, making its way to the tall slender figure still staring at the building. It playfully tousled his shaggy brunette hair, tickling his brows and earlobes.

With an unenthusiastic sigh, he dragged his feet along the warm cement and made his way up to the large oak doors.

A blast of cold air punched the 3rd year in the face as he heaved open the heavy doors. At least the air conditioning was working. His loose, button-up t-shirt rustled from the impact. With a grunt and a brief look around the commons, the boy shrugged his pack further onto his slender, muscular shoulder.

The hallways were already swarming with eager students ready to reunite with friends. The freshmen awkwardly weaved in and out of the upperclassmen, desperately trying to find their first period room. Patters of feet and echoes of youthful voices slithered along the linoleum floors and the cheaply painted walls of the facility. Lockers slammed as the sixteen-year-old shoved through other students to get to the main staircase.

Girls whispered to each other, eyes growing wide, as they gazed upon the boy emerging from the stop of the stairs. Noticing the buzz of gossip, the introverted boy shook his head slightly so his shaggy hair would drape over his left eye.

Fortunately for him, his classroom was much further down the hall. He sank through the doorway, relieved to be away from judging eyes. His body relaxed; he hadn't noticed that his muscles were tensed up. The content expression on his handsome face drained as a familiar dorky voice forced it's way into his ears.

"Well, Zuko. I guess we got stuck in the same homeroom."

Zuko slowly made his way over to a desk on the opposite side of the classroom. He enjoyed sitting by the windows and he really wanted to stay away from everyone else. He scoffed as he placed himself in the cheap plastic seat.

"Yes, it would appear so, Sokka."

It was said with a drone and slight lace of sarcasm. He hadn't even bothered to look up at the tan annoyance. Even his oddball ponytail made Zuko irritated. Not pleased that the conversation ended, Sokka slapped his hands on the surface of his desk in a made up rhythm. Trying to stay as calm as possible, Zuko pulled out his spiral and a pen from his expensive satchel.

He sat staring at the front of the classroom as more students poured into the room. The obnoxious pitter patter of Sokka's dry hands drumming against the wooden desk was drowned out by chatter from other Senior High students. The high pitched bell signaling the start of the school day cut off almost all noise, though, give Zuko's ears a rest from the hustle and bustle of the early school day.

Zuko stole a glance over at Sokka from the corner of his eye. A defeated sigh slipped through his pink lips.

This was going to be a long school year.

Howell: Sorry it's so short. I've had super intense writer's block. A new chapter should be up tonight hopefully.