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The Academy of Bending Arts: Chapter One

"Katara I don't like you going to this place by yourself for a year."

"Sokka, it's not even an entire school year. And you're leaving, too. What do you expect me to do? Stay home and cook?"

"Yes." Wrong answer. Katara soundly smacked her brother upside the head. If Sokka was going to some junior army barracks, then, by thunder, she was going to school as well.

After trying to reason with Sokka and finding it failed, she switched to 'sweet little sister' mode.

"But Sokka," she whined with puppy dog eyes. "I really, really want to go. Pleeeease?" Sokka stood unmoved, but slightly softened. A few more 'But Sokka's and he finally gave in. Katara ran and hugged him to seal the deal.

"Thank you sooooo much!" She kissed him on the cheek, and then ran to get her list of school supplies.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever." Sokka continued packing with a small smile.

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Katara walked into Staples, list in hand. She picked up a shopping basket and looked at the first two items on her list.

1 Backpack

7 Notebooks

She checked a sign, and then walked down the closest aisle. When she got there, there was only one backpack remaining. It happened to be a disgusting shade of green, almost as if- was that puke?!

Katara winced and looked towards the notebooks. There were only four left.

"You don't have to go exactly by the list you know."

Katara jumped at the voice behind her. A boy in a Staples uniform stood behind her. He was tall, with dark hair and the most fascinating golden eyes. He was half smiling, half smirking at her surprise.

When Katara stopped staring into his eyes, she snapped out of it. "Hello?" He said.

"Oh," Katara gasped. "Um… what did you say? Sorry."

"Well," the boy replied. "I was saying you don't have to follow the school list exactly."

"Oh… Um, I, Thanks." Katara felt a bit deflated. This boy had caught her totally off guard.

"Okay, so let me see the list. What do you need?" He moved closer to her and looked over her shoulder at the list. Katara stopped breathing for a moment. She barley knew this guy. What was wrong with her?

"-can get a messenger bag or whatever, and you can get a couple of three subject notebooks, that way you have extra space in case you want to doodle or something."

He smiled directly into her face. Inside she became a Katara puddle. But she kept her composure… right?

"Th- um, I, tha—" As she continued to stutter, an old man walked up and tapped the boy on the shoulder.

"Excuse me, young man, could you tell me where the oranges are?"

"Um, sir, you're in an office supply store. We don't sell oranges." The old man looked up at the boy, astonished.

"How did you know the misses loves porridge! Aisle four you say? Thank you ever so much." As the man walked off, the boy turned back to Katara.

"Sorry, what were you saying?" But she was already gone.

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Katara kicked the front door of her house.

"Sokka open the door already!" She had both arms full of school supplies; she couldn't really open the door. Sokka's voice came from inside.

"Say the magic word." Katara's eye twitched.

"Gods d—" Sokka wrenched the door open.

"Not that wor—" Katara walked past him.

"Thank you"

Katara stated packing the moment she stepped into her bedroom. She was even singing when Sokka came in to check on her. "What's with you?" Katara twirled around the room hugging a pair of socks to her chest.

"I'm just so happy to be going to this school. My bending is going to improve so much. Maybe I'll even be a master in a few years!" She kept packing, things flying helter-skelter into her bag.

"Ooooookaay" Said Sokka. "Well, we have to leave by seven tomorrow so set an alarm, kay? Katara smiled at him and picked up her alarm clock.

"Setting!" She set the alarm for six o' clock.

"Alright" He walked out.

"See you" He slowly closed the door.

"Tomorrow…" The door creeked closed until it was only opened by a sliver. Katara ran to the door and slammed it shut.

"Kayloveyoubye!"

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They left three minutes past seven, and Sokka was not happy.

"We are late! I told you we would be late, and we are... Maybe you just shouldn't go." Katara turned and glared at him. "You'll try anything to stop me going, won't you?" Sokka grumbled, pulled the car out of the garage, and took off down the road. Sokka groaned and complained all the way. Katara smiled and sang along with the radio until her brother turned it off.

After forty-five minutes of driving Katara practically jumped out of her seat. "Oh my gods! Look! We're here!" She shouted. Sokka looked up in time to see the sign.

Welcome to the Academy of Bending Arts.

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A/N: Sorry it's so short. I don't really know why but I wanted to end the chapter with the title. It's sort of a good luck charm thing. Yeah I'm weird I got it. Anywhoo Please R&R it would make me very happy, Thanks! I wish to give cookies to all reviewers except those who flame. If you want to flame please reconsider. If you're a Kataang please don't read this for your own good!

P.S. Aang will be in the story, but he will not, at any point be in a romantic relationship with Katara! Only-one sided crushing!