Left, right, left.

My fists pound into the punching bag, sweat dripping down my face.

Jab, uppercut, jab.

I repeat these moves like I've done many times before, but despite how hard my body worked my mind was gone. I couldn't help but think about the moments before when I heard on the radio "Fire Ferrets win again! I cannot believe how far these ametuers have gone and how lucky they got tonight with their new water bender, Avatar Korra!"

Jab, right cross.

Again, I tell myself. I was at the stadium again, missing the chance to actually introduce myself. Would they remember me? We were children when we last saw each other, just meere toddlers.

Jab, cross, right hook.

They had to remember me; we're blood. I grabbed the punching bag as it came toward me, yelling in frustration into the bag. My breathing was heavy. I don't know how long I stood there, my forehead leaning against the heavy bag. Eventually there was a knock and the door creeked open. "Shai?"

I took a deep breath. "Yes, Mother?" The word "Mother" spat out of my mouth in a harsh maner and tasted like venom.

"Dinner is done." Her voice was gentle.

It had only been a few weeks since I've been told the truth, and still I couldn't face them without rage. Without feeling like they've broken my trust and lied to me for years. "Alright." I grabbed the towel off of the stool and dabbed at my face. Upstairs from the basement, the man and women who I was supposed to call my parents sat at the table and ate their dinner in silence.

Mother attempted to smile at me. "Will you be joining us tonight?"

"No."

She frowned, looking at her plate. I opened my mouth, wanting to apologize for all the sadness I've caused her the past two weeks until I remember everything they've lied to me about. With my mouth shut I gathered a small plate of food and dashed upstairs to my bedroom. I tossed the food out. I changed into a white tank top with the water tribe symbol on it I had recently bought, and a pair of dark blue trousers with a detailed blue and white design around the waist that crawled down the side. I slipped into my pair of grey shoes, grabbed my long coat, and snuck out the window. I tossed the hood over my head and walked the streets of Republic City to the Pro-Bending Arena.

I climbed the pile of boxes and trash bins I had piled in the back of the arena to get inside in previous occasions. My thin, long fingers slipped into the crack I left open with a window, opening it slowly and crawling inside. I crept around the stairs and hallways till I finally found the practice room they were in. Listening, I peeked inside.

"She's good!" Bolin was gushing, a towel wrapped around the necks.

Mako shrugged. "She doesn't know the rules. She's a bit raw." He was leaning against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest. I leaned against the door, trying to hear better. "She almost cost us the game."

"There wouldn't have been a game if she hadn't joined the team," Bolin pointed out. "We need her! And It'd be nice to have a girl around for a change."

"What? My looks aren't good enough for you, Bolin?" Mako's voice had a smile to it. "She's good enough for now. We deffinately need to train her. Maybe tomorrow-" His words stopped as the door flew open, causing me to fall to the ground with a thud.

When I looked up I saw both of them staring down at me.

"Who are you?" Mako demanded.

I sat up, rubbing my head where it ached. Bolin held out a hand, and I took it, pulling me to my feet. "Sorry, I-I didn't mean to interupt."

"It's fine, are you okay?" Bolin asked.

"Yeah, thanks." I gave a small smile.

Mako sighed. "Well, who are you?"

I stared at my shaking hands, and said in a voice that came out much quieter than expected. "My name's Shai. I'm your sister."