AN

So this is the beginning of my little experiment. See how many of you will actually reply to help me along with this story XD

Here's the deal. You give advice in your reviews and I'll do my best to incorporate them into my story. We'll see how well this works out.

So, here beings the first chapter and remember, more advice is needed before next chapter can be written!

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Enter! The avatar! Errr… wait…

There was a giant chestnut trying to eat my homeroom teacher but that was okay. Not because I had a particular hate for Tsunomi-sensei but because things like this happened at least three times a week on the news. No. The world wasn't being overrun by giant man-eating chestnuts. Just to be clear. The world was being overrun by super-powers. No. Really. Superpowers. The class around me panicked a little, some shrieked and other dove for cover. Tsunomi-sensei on the other hand roared in rage and threw the chestnut that was trying to eat him out the window. Glass shattered and the air rippled, flowing and rushing and the giant would-be man eating chestnut began to fall to the ground screaming. It landed with a thud on the ground sending faint tremors up through the school building and to my bare feet. I shuffled them in slight irritation.

"Back to your desks!" Tsunomi-sensei snapped and the class shut up and sat down. I am told that Tsunomi-sensei can look rather intimidating. I suppose with his large build and head like a crocodile one could see why. He had a tail too. If you asked me however, I couldn't. Not that I didn't realize how intimidating he could look. I imagine that he would be very intimidating. It was just that I couldn't actually look. No. Really. I was completely and utterly blind.

So. How the hell did my life get to a point where I had a crocodile as a teacher that threw man-eating chestnuts out the window? Well…

So. Remember what Dumbledore said about death being just the next big adventure? Well, turns out, he was right. Sort of.

I'm not going to go into a spiel of how I died young, tragic, and stupid. I would like to say that I died an old awesome grandma who cussed out disrespectful younglings and sassed the ever living daylights out of everyone I met. I would like to say that but that didn't happen.

It would have been awesome to say that I died from some freak-accident, a lightning strike, spontaneous combustion, act of God… but sadly, I didn't.

As deaths go, mine was rather… well, okay, it was pathetic. There wasn't any other way to say it. No matter how you put it, tripping and falling flat on your face on the floor sucked. It sucked even more when you somehow broke your neck doing it.

Like I said. Pathetic.

Being reborn was a shock.

Being reborn blind made things a little more difficult.

Figuring out that I was some kind of super-baby was awesome.

How did I figure out that I was some kind of super-baby? I… may or may not have freaked out just the tiniest bit when I managed to realize that I had been reborn blind.

I would like to say that I caused the roof to fall down or burnt the house down or hit something with lightning or… well, anything that dramatic but apparently, all I managed to do was make a strong breeze and levitate myself an inch out of my little crib.

Apparently it was very impressive for a baby.

I was disappointed in myself that I didn't manage to destroy at least something.

It wasn't until I was two that I realized that nope, I was not a special little snowflake and that eighty percent of the population had some sort of super-power.

I was four when I was told that the super-powers that everyone had were called quirks.

By ten I had realized that genetics made absolutely no sense.

My mother could levitate and my father could turn into some sort of piller of fire. I wasn't quite sure how much fire precisely because I was blind and it wasn't like I could feel with my hands. From the heat though, it was a lot of fire. So it would stand to reason that I would become some sort of flying ball of fire. Nope.

My grandfather on my father's side could collapse into a puddle of water. Rather useless of a superpower since… well, movement in puddle-form was restricted to a strict… trickle. My grandfather on my mother's side had skin that was literally rock. I had felt it. It was rock.

So. If genetics worked like it should. I'd be some weird fire-puddle-flying-rock thing. Again no. I was forever thankful that I turned out human-shaped and without rock-like skin. The only issue I had with that melting pot of quirks was turning out blind.

Being blind was okay. It was okay because I had won the genetic lottery and I was basically the Avatar. No. I'm not kidding. All four elements. All. Four.

I figured out air because of the much-loved and often-told family story of how I managed to make myself fly before I had even hit a full twelve months. Air was one of my favorites. Mainly because it was everywhere and it wasn't like I was going to run out of it any time soon. It flowed and wrapped around everything that was around. With air, I could tell individual leaves from trees, I could feel the birds in the sky and I could judge speed of a thrown object. Air was cool.

We figured out earth when I got mad at some kids in a playground. Kids being kids were taunting me about my eyes. Apparently, they were pale and creepy. I had stomped hard on the ground and the resulting mini-earthquake promptly shut them up. It would have been more impressive if I'd meant to do it though. Earth I absolutely adored. The reason why? It made me feel like Toph. Yes. Toph. Sue me. I was still trying to get the whole 'throwing rocks' down not to mention the metal bending but vibrations? Hell yeah. My poor parents had been rather horrified when I started to go around bare foot. I stopped caring. After years of trying to gain a Toph-like ability to see the world through my feet and achieving it, I had waved a very happy goodbye to shoes.

Water I couldn't work with unless I was literally swimming in it. Or standing next to a pond. Or it was raining buckets. Either way, not much use unless it was winter. Ice though, ice was out of the question. Once water froze, only the blocks of ice would move and if the blocks of ice were say, larger than a backpack, it wasn't moving.

Fire… fire I hardly ever touched. I could make it, but only make a pitiful amount of it. My nails were rather rock-like but when one nail struck against another, it created a spark. It was most easily done in a sort of flicking motion that would drag the tip of my thumb nail down another nail and create a spark that way. The spark could then be fed with air to create a small fireball. I had found after many failed attempts that if I was very careful, I could throw the little ball of fire a certain distance. Since I could barely make the fireball larger than a tennis ball though, it wasn't doing much other than setting curtains on fire and lighting candles. I also didn't like fire because it messed with the air in the room. Heating the air it created all sorts of weird flickers and disturbances in the air that had me bumping into things. Since walking straight into a wall thanks to the candles on my cake on my tenth birthday, I had banned any more candle-filled cakes. My parents had thought that it was hilarious.

So, I was the avatar. Kind of. Okay, I wasn't the avatar but I was damned close and I'd take it.