A/N: Hey guys! So Ive decided to publish this fic for awhile now and it wasn't really the first crossover I had in mind, but hope you enjoy it. This story is wriiten mostly from Lin's POV she is about 7-8 years old and I made my sentences look that way ok? In this fic Toph adopted Lin later on ok? Deal with it.Warnings! Child abuse!Dont like it don't read.

Chapter 1:Chance

My life has always been awful. I don't have friends. Mommy would barely feed me. I am not loved. Mommy and Daddy dont even like me. Will that ever change? Will they always hurt me?

'I guess so.' I Wished I was wrong. Daddy said I was always wrong. 'So is there a change we can be a family?'

My parents were fighting again and I was shoved into my shut the door letting it make a hard noise. And he locked the door. I couldn't get out and I bit back a sob. I got up and banged on the door. I yelled for them, but they didn't came.

I turned around and limped to my bed. Even if it was only a mattress. It was all I have in my room. That and my clothes, scatered on the floor. My side began to hurt. I hoped it wouldn't bleed again. It made my clothes sticky.

All dirty and bloody. I cried, but I shouldn't. It would upset my parents. If I did they would come back and hurt me again! Why do they do that?Why do Mommy and Daddy fight? Why do they not love me?!

The hurting places was everywhere! That's why I don't go to school that much anymore. Mommy said that it made me look ugly. It wasn't my fault was it? Was I bad? They said I was. It that why they hurt me? I don't want to get hurt!

I want my mommy to read me bedtime stories ,kiss me good night AND to go to an earthbending school, but I teach myself. It is the closest thing I have to something good :My earthbending. Mommy and Daddy can't bend and they don't like me doing it. The kids at school don't like me either and I don't like them. They look at me funny.

Mommy says that it is because of the two cuts on my face. Did it bother them? But it wasn't my fault! I was mine. My parents told me so. Daddy came home very strange one night. He couldn't walk right and kept bumping into things. He looked happy and it made me happy too.

I went up to him and sudenly he was very mad. Was I bad then too? It had to be because he cut me with a broken bottle. It was smelling funny. It was only him and me at our house. He didn't hit me like all the other times, but he threw me against the walls. I couldn't get away. For him it was funny so I didn't say anything.

Also it hurt a lot and wouldn't go away. It still hasn't. Mommy didn't do anything so I just left it. Bothering her about it wasn't smart. I learned that a lot. If I did it would make them sad or angry.

Can someone help them that they won't be sad anymore. We will be a family then! Who would help them? Who helps people? Those metal guys! They help the City, don't they? Can they help us be a family?

When I was door was open and I got out. It was dinner time and I felt a bit excited.

I found her sitting on the couch, eating! My eyes widend. I was so hungry!

"Momma. Can I have some too?"

"I fed you two days ago you ungrateful thing! If you weren't born maybe we wouldn't be on the verge of starvation!

"But I'm hungry now and it is dinner time. I want some! I want some!" I demanding looking angry. They werent starving I am! The feeling turned to me being afraid. I was taking steps back when she told me : "Here. Now." And pointed in front of her.

I shook my head. Quickly she got up. I wanted to say sorry, but before that. Mommy slapped me in the face. Again. I fell to the hard floor and looked up, tears in my eyes.

"You don't order me around. Understood?"

I nodded and went back to my room. I was angry I had to do something and I punched the walls, making holes in them. Quickly I became tired. I was getting less strong every day. Soon I fell asleep feeling hurt and confused."

The next morning I woke up early and headed to the bathroom. Washing up and getting ready for school was one of the many things I did on my own.

I had to be careful when getting a bath ready, only using cold water. When I am allowed outside my room this would be the first thing to do. I had to be careful. Once I didn't check the water and I got burned.

I closed my eyes wanting the memory to go away. They never do. Nightmares always stay there. I wondered if I ever had a normal dream.

When I was done I put on some long sleeve shirt ,pants and a scarf to hide the right side of my face. The other kids can't see my body. They will ask what happened and that has nothing to do with them. Why can't they just mind their own business. Luckily I didn't forget my books. If I did I would be in trouble.

"Mommy!" She didn't answer me when I saw her. Doing nothing as usual. "I know who can make you happy And let us be a family again." She looked up from what she was reading, looking annoyed. " I don't want to make you sad. I know who can help you not be sad or angry anymore." She didn't say anything. Was she listening to me?! "Those metal people! The ones who swing on those metal ropes we-"

She took hold of my shirt and pulled me up. " Do you want us to go away? After all we did for you!"

I was confused. 'What did I do?'

"We will discuss this when your father gets home. Now get out of my sight."

"But-" I tried.

"Get that ugly face ready and go to school!"

Tears were streaming down my face again, but I did what she said.

The school was a few blocks from here. I was used to walking, but everyday it was harder.I also had to look out for Sato mobiles and triads. Now with my bad foot it was even worse, but I won't ask for help! 'It was being...weak. That was wrong.' Daddy said. I wanted to do one thing right! So I stayed on my own. I didn't need anyone else. I didn't want anyone else.

It took longer ,but when I got there the classes and playground was empty. No one was here yet. Every thing was quiet.

I went to my tree ,at the very edge of the playground and hid behind it. No one can see me there. This is my place where I can be alone. No one can get near it they have everything they want. Why my hiding place? It is not theirs.

After a few minutes kids came .I quietly watched them play.I frowned. 'It is so unfair! Everything is unfair! They have all they want.' I realized then why.

Momma alway said it is because they are weak! They need al that to life. I don't, but I do want it. Does that mean I'm not really strong?

'They are bad! What makes it even more unfair. They don't get punished! They get loved and they don't deserve it!' My anger got more and that's when we were called inside.

I was last to enter. I shuffeled into my class room and took my seat. At the very back in the corner.

"Good morning class." The teacher said. I didn't like her much. She was strict and not as nice as the other teachers. The kids greeted back, but I kept quiet. I didn't trust her.

"Today we are going to discuss a very important person and a piece of history."

' I don't care.' I thought and began to draw some pictures in my book. Most of them were just swirly lines and other stuff. The hours went by and I was now looking out of the window. I spotted some birds outside. I wished I could join them. They were living life out there. While I can't go anywhere else but my home and this place.

A ball of paper hit my face and landed on my desk. Frowning I searched for the person two did that. I found a boy, a few years older than me. Also in the back of the class at the otherside, smiling wildly at me. I looked back at him with my best angry look, but it made him smile even more!

Not everyone in a class room is the same age. We learn about the same stuff. When we are thirteen everyone is in the same class.

I threw the paper back at him, but I missed.

He shot a paper ball at me again, with a slingshot made for om taped together paintbrushes and pens.

I caught it before it hit me. These days everything wants to hit me.

'He is so not going to get away with this!' I wrapped my eraser in another paper ball. For extra impact. My nice throw got a yelp from him and a frown.

This continued for a few minutes. It was kind off...nice. Atleast until...CRASH!

He broke a window with what ever was hidden in that ball. The whole class turned around and gasped. 'What is their problem?'

"BUMI!" She yelled at him. I sunk deeper into my chair. "I have had quite enough of your shenanigans! You along with her." She pointed at me and the nice feeling turned to fear and disappointment.

"Can stay after school tomorrow cleaning the class! I will personally write a note to your parents. Bumi you will be bringing your parents!

'A note! What will they do to me if they found it!? My parents can't see that! They will...will.' By now I was very afraid.

The time to go home came. I didn't want to go home! I stood I front of a road near the school. Not wanting to go further.

"Hey." A boy ,along with four other said to me. I gave them an angry glare. Their group is one of them. Who is really mean to me.

"Winter was three months ago. Haven't you noticed?" He taunted and other kids snickered.

"Leave me alone." I mumbled, but he didn't listen.

"Awwww is the baby now sad?" More snickering.

It made me mad. I was hurt enough at home. Why do they have to do it too? Was I that bad and ugly? I turned away from them, trying to ignore him.

"Now she wants to be alone. All cuddled up with mommy."

"Leave me alone!" I screamed and shot a boulder at him. He was shot away a few feet. This time it wasn't me that was getting hurt. It was them! He got up and his other friends attacked. They weren't benders, but their kicks and punches were enough. I shot more rocks at him they were smaller, but I didn't care. I wanted to get away from this if I can even get up.

The other kids started to pull me up. The deep cut from a knife began to open. I was in pain again! I though other kids were nice, But they weren't. They are beating me. Why? All I wanted to know is why!

"Lemmie go!"

I wriggled out of the grip and ran away. Back home.

When I got there. I opened the door and saw Daddy and Mommy talking.

"She almost gave us away. To the Police."

"What?!" Daddy looked very angry. His green eyes were wide and his long,black hair was messy. Unlike Mommy who's brown eyes were...calm? " Where is she?"

"At school you idiot were else-" She was quiet when she saw me. I was worried and afraid when he came at me. The note was forgotten.

"I didn't mean to. Im sorry!" It didn't help. As quickly as possible I ran to my room.

He was faster and grabbed me by my shirt. Hoisting me up. He said:"Listen here child! Don't you dare say anything! Don't talk at all. If you do you will regret it." The shirt started ripping.

I was thrown back into my room after another hit in the face. He wasn't done. Daddy started kicking me while I lay on the floor. I tried to make a shield,while hiding my face. I was too tired. Tired and...weak. Skin began to open where the kicks and hits landed. When he did stop. My throat hurt from all the sreaming.

I didn't get up. I couldn't move my arm. My wrist got hurt very badly. I didn't hear what they said then. Only the slamming of my door.

I started sobbing. Careful not to hurt my hand. Tears went down my face. Making me ignore the pain.

'No one wanted me.' I thought they never will.

A/N: Should I continue? Yes. No. Ideas for this fic is always apreceated and so are reviews. If I get a good feedback I will update in a week so. If not than I will first finish another fic. Do you know how much this fic is killing me from the inside. Im still not sure what the rating should be.