Everyday High School

-- Partners --

She sighed, school was just getting more and more boring, and it was only the second week. The high school freshman was sitting in her second period class, staring away into space and ignoring whatever it was that her teacher was rambling on about. Across from her was a sophomore, sixteen years old and really not paying any attention either. They were both sitting in their Language Studies class, along with many other students, including the freshman girl's brother.

The girl had a darkened tan, which was accentuated by her long, dark brown, and slightly wavy hair. Those tresses of hair were close enough to being a black in coloration, and were left to fall loosely down to the middle of her back in soft curls. She had crystal clear pools of blue for eyes that had seen through all fourteen years of her life. She wasn't the tallest person, standing around five feet and five inches. She was dressed in a simple blue t-shirt that had some random, black, oriental designs on it that hugged upon her slender torso and suttle curves slightly. Upon her lower half was a simple pair of baggy blue jeans, which fell over her feet even as she sat down. Her feet were covered in a pair of thick black stockings and a pair of black converse low-tops. As stated before, she had a brother, who was also suffering in this class along with her. She lived with her father and grandmother in a small house not too far from the school itself. Her mother had died a few years earlier, and the poor girl was still haunted by it.

The boy, on the other hand, was pale and had shaggy black hair that covered the majority of his face. He had golden eyes hiding behind those locks, piercing and bright. He was rather tall, nearly six feet in height, but that really wasn't anything special, if you thought about it. A pair of baggy black jeans covered his legs, which led down to a pair of simplistic black and white Etnies shoes. Now, upon his torso was a simple white, baggy shirt beneath a black over-shirt. Nothing too special, really. The sixteen year old wasn't really anything to look at, just your average teenage boy that didn't fit in with really anyone. He had a younger sister, who was a freshman and two years younger than him. He resented the fact that he even had a sister. He lived with his uncle, as his father had kicked him out of the house and his mother had left about four years ago.

They both came out of their daze as they heard their names being called by the teacher. The girl looked around, wondering who the hell she had been paired with and why the hell she had been paired with them. She poked the person sitting next to her, a girl who was a year older than her in age, but in the same grade level.

"What are we doing?" She asked, her voice barely over a whisper so as to not disturb anyone else around them.

"Um…we're supposed to pair up with whoever she assigns us to and then translate the passage we've been reading."

"Oh…right…" Katara stated, a tad embarrassed that she had not been paying attention to what was going on.

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The teacher finished calling out the partners and everyone began moving around the room to get acquainted with the assignment and their new, or old, partners. Katara smiled softly as she gathered her things from her desk. She had been paired with a boy named Zuko, someone she didn't know…well, obviously. She grumbled to herself as she looked around for her partner, wondering who the hell this person was. Zuko, on the other hand, was not so eager to find his partner. The outcast boy merely remained seated at his desk, head in his hands and elbows resting on the wooden desktop as he waited for his partner, some 'Katara' person, to find him.

She did eventually find Zuko, but not until she asked the instructor just who the hell she was partnered with. She did feel incredibly embarrassed when the woman pointed towards the boy with shaggy black hair and an anti-social demeanor. Katara made her way over where he sat and pulled up a desk in front of him. Zuko looked up as a medium-sized tan girl with long brown hair made her way to his desk and then pulled another desk up in front of him. He then sat up in his seat, keeping his arms crossed in front of him.

"Um…hi. I'm Katara…" She stated, looking rather nervous as she fidgeted in her seat.

"Hi…" He stated, his golden eyes staring at nervous tinges in her blue ones behind his hair, a soft smirk on his face.

"So…um…did you want to translate the first, or second half?"

"Whatever. I don't really care."

"Oh. Um, alright. I'll…I'll do the first half, then."

"Right." He took the book they had been given at the beginning of the class, flipped to lesson three, pulled out a piece of paper, and began the work.

I edited Azula's age in this. I had a mix up, because my friend is a doofus and told me that 'Zula-dearest was older than Zuko. Hmph...well, turns out she's only fourteen[but she sure as hell doesn't act like it...glare. So I edited that part just for my readers! 3 Don't you guys feel special?