"Katara where were you!" Sokka shouted at Katara as she entered the lunchroom and approached the table him and Aang were sitting at.

"Sorry Sokka, I didn't you would get that paranoid over me being two minutes late," Katara replied in an annoyed sort of way.

"I must admit Sokka you were complaining a lot about how "late" Katara was right after the bell rang," Aang told Sokka. Katara followed with a look that seemed to say 'yeah really Sokka'.

"Fine, but still what were you doing anyway?" Sokka asked.

"It's not important," she replied and remembered the black haired boy with the scar that covered half of his face. So much anger and misunderstanding in that face what was she to do?

The day went on and seemed to never end until the bell rang and hundreds of kids rushed out of the school eager to get home. Katara walked with Sokka and Aang while the black haired boy walked home alone. He finally got home and walked inside.

"Hello Zuko!"

"Hey uncle," Zuko replied as he flung off his backpack and headed towards the kitchen.

"Do you wish to have tea with me? It's still hot," uncle replied.

"I'll be fine," Zuko replied as he grabbed a bag of chips for himself.

"How was school today?" uncle asked.

"Fine."

"Come hear and talk to me about what happened."

Zuko finished to bag of chips and tossed them into the trashcan. He walked into the living room and sat down in a chair across from his uncle.

"Zuko, you seem to have limp,"

"Oh I slipped on the stairs and I hurt my leg," Zuko did his best to lie and make sound convincing as possible.

"I kind of need to go do homework," Zuko said.

"Alright go on," uncle replied.

Zuko went upstairs and remembered the girl that had offered to help him earlier. Something about her had a certain appeal on him but he didn't why. That bothered him the rest of the night.