Well, I decided to write this new fanfic. Hopefully, you will all like it. Please read and review for a new chapter. If you review, I know you want another chapter. :)

Disclaimer: I obviously don't own Avatar: The Last Airbender. Otherwise, Zuko and Katara would have ended up together.

I always thought that all the jocks were the same. And who would blame me? They did everything together. I swear, they are like a pack of girls sometimes. Actually, please make that all the time. Do you see where being polite gets you? In this world, politeness apparently doesn't get you anywhere nowadays.

I am about to tell you the story of my life. Please, if you fall asleep from boredom, try not to snore. I would appreciate it, thanks.

Anyway, it all happened sixteen years ago when I was pushed out into this world, screaming and crying.

Would you honestly blame me, if you had to spend all your free time with the people I go to school with? I hope not, because at the very least, I would feel like telling you all about my extraordinary life. Did you sense the sarcasm there?

As I said, I was pushed into this world, screaming and crying. I will spare you the details (this is your cue to scream "Thank you" from the rooftops), but I can tell you there was a whole load of blood.

I was quite heavy, weighing in at eight pounds. It seems like life was preparing me, to be well-cushioned. No, I am kidding. I was always a slim-ish child, up until puberty. Then, I think life wanted to piss on my parade and I became all curvy.

Guys began to notice me, at the tender age of thirteen. I wasn't ready for it. I don't mean admiring glances, no, that would be far too kind and decent of the Neanderthals.

No, they resorted to stealing my clothes(I don't know who had the brains to come up with, such an elaborate plan, it is beyond their brain power capacity, to be quite frank), so when I returned to the changing rooms after PE ended, to change back into my regular clothes, I was unable to obviously change.

As a result, I had to stay in my tiny sports shorts and sports bra. It was a highly uncomfortable experience for me. The jocks (or Neanderthals, as I like to call them) would then make obscene gestures at me.

And it wasn't just me, if you think I am looking for sympathy. Practically every girl in my grade, had to suffer this constant humiliation. We resorted to actually hiding our clothes, so the boys were unable to steal them.

Eventually, this humiliation stopped and life went back to normal.

Before this began, my best friend was a boy by the name of Zuko. Even then, he was attractive, beyond what any other nine year old boy would be.

He was a constant source of affection for all of the girls and especially my female friends.

He was charismatic, funny and best of all he was unbelievably athletic. It seemed like he had it all. He knew all of my secrets and also, in return, I knew all his secrets (not that he had many).

It seemed like we were to be friends for years to come. He was friends with my friends and I was friends with his friends. So basically, everyone was friends with everyone else.

Sokka, my older brother, approved of him and that was a strange day, because Sokka never approves of anyone I am friends with. He believes that nobody is good enough for me. He has this ridiculous notion, that Zuko and I would become a couple in a couple of years.

I scoffed at this notion. However, Sokka just smiled.

"You will understand when you are older."

I was nine, when he said this and any thought of boys that involved anything more than a friendly hug was beyond my comprehension.

Sokka was ten, only a year older than me, and it annoyed me, that Sokka was acting all high and mighty.

Sokka was sporty even back then, and Zuko was always on the same team as Sokka. You see, Sokka and Zuko are in the same grade as each other and are the same age as each other also.

Sokka was also best friends with Zuko, growing up. It was tough being siblings and having the same best friend, because at times we didn't get on with each other and would drag Zuko into our little conflicts.

I am probably confusing you beyond return by now. Maybe I should start at the beginning again.

When I was born, during the nineties, the world was going through a technological revolution. This didn't bother me. How was I to know, that when I grow up, I won't know anything other than a world filled with electronics. I wouldn't experience how life was like before the widespread use of technology. What a relief!

Actually, a few minutes after I was born, a (huge!) mobile phone was placed into my hands. Apparently, (unknowingly), I pressed a few buttons and called the local pizza delivery service. My family still tease me about it, until this very day.

I had a normal and happy childhood.

My mom enjoyed dressing me up in fairy costumes, for every occasion. She believed every occasion, no matter how insignificant it was, was an opportunity to get dressed up. She never had an off-day. She loved fashion, not the stick insect part of it, but the creation process. She wasn't a fashion designer herself, yet she appreciated the hard work put into the designs and whatnot.

She was a caring person. She cared for the disabled and people with auto-immune diseases, specifically. How ironic. My mom was diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis. She is extremely weak, but at the moment she is stable. She has only had Multiple Sclerosis (as far as we know) for about five years. We are all very worried about her.

My dad is an active person. He is very enthusiastic about all sports-related subjects. This was the reason why he became a gym teacher at the high school, I now attend. He is the coach for the guys football team, basketball team and wrestling team.

He has a strict rule for all his players. They are not allowed to date me. They are barely allowed to look at me. Who knows why? Well, I sure don't!

One day, something happened that changed the whole town. It changed each individual. We became cynical, wondering about life. Our whole mind-set changed within minutes. This occurred when I was twelve years of age. This was near the start of my torment.

Everyone changed. The boys became nasty. The adults didn't notice, because they were too shell-shocked. Everyone was shell-shocked. We didn't quite know, what to do with ourselves.

Our town is quite small, with a population of ten thousand. Anything that happens, and I mean anything that happens, is known within minutes. And this was big(and shocking) news.

Every night, I cried myself to sleep, unable to help myself. Sokka often came into my bedroom, to comfort me. I could tell that he was crying also. This scared me even more. Sokka, being my older brother, I always expected him to be strong and he was, so to say that even he was crying petrified me.

Two years later, the person who was involved with all the trouble finally returns.

Please read and review. I would really appreciate it, if you would review. I am sorry this chapter is so short. If you review, I will update a new, longer chapter. Also, if you want to know what has just happened, review and tell me your honest opinion. I love honesty and I love reviews, so please put me out of my misery and review. Otherwise...let's just say that it is not a pleasant sight. I would cry in a corner.

Thanks for listening (?) to me rambling on.

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