A/N: This is a AU story where Toph can see, Zuko has no scar, and Aang has no tattoos. They are all seniors.

Two Negatives Make A Positive

Toph picked at her nails and stared at her ivy painted nails. She sat against a brick wall at school while waiting for the first day of senior year to begin. She had no real friends to be with. She only had acquaintances that became awkward at her constant silence around them. She never socialized at school since junior high. Everyone used to know her as the most chattiest person they met at elementary, but after that she was like a complete different person. It was almost like she evolved into some socially inept person during summer vacation. Now people knew well enough to just ignore her. So there she sat all a lone, waiting for the bell to end her boredom.

Aang talked amongst his group of friends: Suki, Sokka, and Katara. They laughed and talked about how senior year would be the best while still nagging about the mounds of tests they would have coming in the future. They bragged about new phones, discussed school schedules, and shared their knowledge over teachers they had. Katara's sapphire blue eyes glistened in happiness.

Zuko stared off into the distance while walking peacefully quiet to school. He knew he would probably arrive late, but as of then, he really didn't care much. He grabbed onto his backpack's strap tightly. He was almost afraid of senior year yet relieved at the same time. He only needed one more year to finally escape the hells of high school. One more year where anything could happen had fear written all over for him. Before he knew it he could hear the school bell ring in the distance. "Shit," he cursed under his breath and ran the rest of the way.

He finally made it to the middle of first period with a slip from the front office. The teacher, who was in the middle of a sentence, stuttered as she heard the the door open. She looked his way with an expression of pure disappointment. She reached put for the slip and waited for him to place it on her hand. "Great way to start the first day of senior year Mr...;" Zuko gave the slip to her. He scratched his cheek.

"My name is Zuko," he whispered in a way that only the teacher and himself could hear.

"Why don't you say that louder for the class to hear." Zuko looked around and decided to himself that, other than the utter humiliation the teacher was trying to punish him with, that class might become one where he could keep quiet easily.

"My name is Zuko," he repeated with the same quiet tone as before and quickly took his seat. The class made no attempt to listen and just sat in their seats quietly.

"As you may already know, Zuko, you choose your seats today but that seat will remain yours for the rest of the year. We have two other empty seats from the one you chose, so... are uou sure you want that one? Because I don't want anyone switching unless I say so." Zuko checked his surroundings. The wall was to his right, a seemingly bored girl was to his left, a harmless boy sat in front of him, and the seat in back of his was empty. He nodded towards the teacher: the desk was fine. He set his black backpack down.

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"Well," Aang outstretched his arms in glee. "The first day is over!"

"Ugh, I swear, if I have to write another 'My name is Katara' I am just going to burst!" Katara sat herself on a bench.

"This isn't even the worst part of the year, Katara." Suki said.

"Yes, but it's not exactly a great start either! How did we ever manage to live through days like these before!"

"Just imagine testing," Sokka rolled his eyes and wrapped his arm around Suki "; I'm not going to hear the end of your complaining then."

"Aren't any of you as tired of introducing ourselves when we already know mostly everyone in our classrooms as me?" Toph, with her hair covering her face and her head downwards, walked past them as she went on her way back home.

"I think introductions are important to her," Suki whispered.

"Why do you say that?" Aang asked.

"Well, I mean... she doesn't talk. She barely even stares at anybody in the face, I doubt she would know many people's names."

"I guess...," Katara looked over at Toph. "How can she stand not talking other than when the teacher asks her to?"

"I think she talks," Sokka suggested "; at home."

"No... I think she locks herself up in her room. I can't imagine her talking to her parents so ordinarily. I feel bad for her..."

"Maybe she chooses to be like that," Aang said. "Who knows."

"You know, I once heard that she was 'special'." Suki gossiped once Toph was out of sight.

"What do you mean?"

"You know like those kids that were born... dysfunctional?"

"You think so?"

"I don't know. I just heard somebody say that before."

"We should ask her if she wants to hang out with us one day." Aang implied cheerfully.

"Who knows. Maybe her parents give her hell and are really strict. Lets ask her tomorrow."

"Sure," Katara smiled generously.