I can't believe Uncle told me to do this---not to mention the fact that I AM doing this at this time.

Apparently, he says a good way to 'relieve oneself from anger' that doesn't involve destroying anything with fire is to…write. Not a story or anything, nooo. He said to write A POEM.

Can you imagine me, Zuko, a dishonored prince taking the time to sit down and write some nice little rhymes down on some paper? I think not. (And if you said yes, whoever you may be, I will hunt you down and then barbeque you like a hotdog…whatever that is)

And so, after some thinking and several interruptions from the "Gaang" as people call it [first that moronic pony-tailed boy with the boomerang looking for his girlfriend, then Mr. 'Avatar' asking when we were going to do more lessons---and I am NOT doing that silly Dancing Dragon technique EVER AGAIN!--- and finally that moody waterbender looking for Aang (who totally has a thing for her, it's pretty entertaining watching him blush whenever she talks sweetly to him) and getting irritated with me for not knowing where he is (searching for that lemur, where else?) That girl, Katara, I think is her name, is SO temperamental…she's even more of a hot-head than I am! Ha-ha, imagine that.] I have finally been able to write some…poems. About those 'beloved' and 'dear' friends of mine.

There once was a girl named Katara

Who tried to learn how to play the guitar-a

Though she tried day in and out,

For her it simply did not work out,

And insane went that girl named Katara.

(Maybe insane enough to jump off a cliff…one can only hope...)

There once was a boy named Aang,

Who always danced and sang.

He sang so loud and proud,

That his voice cracked and gave out,

And everything was much quieter for the Gaang

A little lemur whose name I do not know,

When running off a few hours ago.

Knowing clearly well this,

I sent my 'apprentice'

To go get him,

So he wouldn't bother me no…mo'

I met a blind earthbender once.

While sleeping under the stars

And…okay I give up here

Sokka, O Sokka

You act so impaired

And you have such a weird way

Of wearing your hair

And yet you still managed

To snag yourself a chick

Her mind must be damaged

For her to find you so 'slick'.

He's a hairy, hairy bison,

Yes yes a nice chap

He's a very merry bison,

And my hand hurts from writing this crap.

"Zuko, what are you writing?"

The prince spun around and crumpled the paper up in his fist, his cheeks turning as colored as the scar blemishing his left eye.

"Nothing, Just writing a letter. Very boring."

"To who?"

Zuko thought for a moment.

"My…my… a friend."

Aang cocked his head, a puzzled expression enveloping his childish face.

"Oh, I thought it might be a diary entry or something like that."

"I didn't write any poems! You can't prove any-wait, what?"

"Poems? I never said that."

"Well, uh…neither did I."

"Nuh-uh, you just said-"

Zuko spun Aang around and pushed him toward the door.

"A letter to a friend, nothing more, jeesh the firebending must be getting to your head you're imagining things, okay goodbye!"

Note to self: Always make sure the tent door is securely blocked.

"Wait a minute, Zuko, how can you write to friends when you don't have any?"

2nd Note to self: When the world is saved, and everything is all happy again, kill Aang.