Disclaimer: What is the point with these things? Anyway, I don't own anything that may be familiar to you and that seems impossible for me to own.

A/N: Right...well...this is my first fan fic. I hope that doesn't make you all turn your back on me, but I just wanted to tell you so if it is bad...well you know why. I am a totally dedicated Tokka fan and I wish Suki would just go die in a hole already (sorry Suki fans). Anyway…I've been an avid reader on Fan and decided to try my hand at writing. So, enough of my rambling and on with the TOKKA!

'BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BE-'

"Ugh…," I sleepily turned onto my stomach reaching out to turn the annoying, repetitive monstrosity (wow big words Toph-and at 7:34 in the morning, too) off, "Whoever invented alarm clocks and school is going to wish that they were dead when I'm done with them…"

Wait-

SCHOOL!

Shit!

It's the first day of high school and I'm gonna be late!

For once I really hope my mom has my breakfast ready.

For once! And only once.

I whip my covers off of me and throw on my already-prepared outfit.

Hey, don't look at me like that.

I only set them out yesterday because I knew something like this was gonna happen.

It always does.

I sprinted into my personal bathroom and forced the obnoxiously pink hairbrush through my hair and put my contacts in. When I thought I was finally presentable enough, I ran back to my room, grabbed my thrashed skateboard, stuffed a couple of Dragon's Eye manga books into my backpack, and proceeded down the hall.

After a complete 7 minutes of getting dressed, I slid down the railing of the stairs, landing right beside my displeased mother.

She either woke up having a bad day or I caused her to go into her don't-touch-me-or-I'll-kill-you-in-3-seconds attitude.

It doesn't matter to me how she turned out this way, just seeing her all ticked off makes my day.

Even better- she does have my breakfast ready.

I grab my lunch, stuff the toaster strudel into my mouth, drop my skateboard onto the hard, tile floor, and prepare to take off out of the door.

But of course, that can't happen.

Oh no.

I have to get lectured on my outfit, transportation, and behavior.

After about 5 minutes of tuning out my mother, I'm allowed to get to school.

A minute or so passed and I notice a moving truck in front of a big, red brick house 5 doors down from mine.

I see a girl and a boy that look around my age running out of the house. The odd looking boy with the ponytail hops on his own skateboard while his sister just runs as fast as she can along his side.

At least I think she's his sister...

Haha. They're late like me.

Come on skateboard. Go faster!

I glanced at Ponytail and caught him looking at me. All he did was speed up on his skateboard.

Oh, ok. He wants a race does he?

I'll give him a race.

"Eat my dust, Ponytail!" I yelled over the wind rushing at me as I took on a whole 6 MPH. His sister just shot us a confused look.

He didn't reply, just kept on flying down the sidewalk.

Heh. This boy and his enormous ego.

I wonder if he'll cry when I crush it…

When we reached the top of the hill, I caught sight of the school.

Come on, 2 more minutes…

"YEAH!" I shout in triumph after I nose grind up the rail of the steps in front of the school, landing flawlessly onto the concrete, right in front of the building's doors.

"Wow, nice job…for a girl," He replies smirking.

"Excuse me?" I exclaim giving him an incredulous look.

"You heard me. By the way, the names Sokka," Shooting me what he probably thought was a suave smile and extending his hand out for me to shake.

"Whatever, I don't have time for this," I brush past him forcefully, throwing the doors open and quickly make my way to my locker.

I hear two more people enter the building, one asking the other what that was about.

I'm not surprised when the idiot says nothing.

After stuffing my skateboard into my locker along with my backpack, I head to my homeroom.

I'm starting to see why the school holds "Open House" nights. You could seriously get lost in this place. And that is not something you want to happen.

I search the crowded room. Seeing two familiar faces, I head over to my best friends.

"What's up Zuko? Aang?" I ask nodding to them.

"Not much," They reply at the same time.

I'm not surprised to see them in their normal styles. Zuko with his red sleeveless shirt, black baggy jeans, red andblack tennis shoes, and scruffy hair carelessly brushed and sticking out everywhere.

Aang…now Aang's style just screams gay. Which is fine…it's not like he is, but…well…I wished my persuasion would work. He needs to lose the yellow short-sleeved shirt with orange stripes that horizontally cross his chest, the clean cut-and ironed-brown pants, and orange high-tops.

Okay, I have to admit. I love the high-tops.

And the shirt is ok. But those pants have got to go.

"Well it seems you guys haven't changed a bit."

"Touché," Zuko replies leaving the bored look on his face.

"Yeah, you haven't exactly 'widened you horizons' either," Aang adds.

What was wrong with wearing a tan short-sleeved shirt over a forest green long-sleeved t-shirt, with faded green cargo shorts? And dark brown and tan vans. My hair is up in a clip with my bangs hanging loosely in front of my face.

"Well, at least our outfits kick everyone else's into the next century. Your style just encourages everyone to jump off random cliffs and bridges."

"Haha, funny," He turns away, pouting.

After returning Zuko's high five, as hard as possible of course, I take a seat between my two best buds and crack open the 1st book of Dragon's Eye.

"I see you brought your 'just in case of emergencies' books?" Zuko asks raising his eyebrows questioningly.

"Sure, why not? Plus this is an emergency. I'm bored." I reply shrugging.

He just returns to blankly staring at the whiteboard in the front of the room.

Why is it quiet all of a sudden?

Oh, no.

Aang's walking around asking for people to sign his 'Discrimination Against Tortillas and Their Feelings' petition again, isn't he?

I mean, come on.

No one gives a shit about the feelings of tortillas, if they have any, that are used for spicy chicken wraps instead of a fish tacos.

But for once, my assumption was wrong.

I look over to my right and see that Aang is still sitting in his seat pouting.

The sound of a door slamming brought my attention to the front of the room.

Great, school has officially started.

I mean why else would the teacher be walking into the room with that smug let's-ruin-some-more-kids'-lives look?

Let the fun begin.

Wait-

Why is Ponytail and what's-her-face doing in my, well…, Miss Chang's homeroom?

Emphasis on Miss.

No man in their right mind would ever think about marrying that psychotic sadist.

I hoped I got away from her after 8th grade ended.

"Okay kids, listen up. We have received 2 new students from Ohio. Of course, you are all new students at this High School, but they are from out-of-state, so be on your best behavior," She looked us all straight in the eye during here little speech.

Everyone- except me and Zuko, that is- flinched under her glare as a response.

Ha. As if I'd be let her intimidate me.

It'll be snowing in August when I bow down to anyone.

"Alright, Miss. Bei Fong, Mr. Hi, and Mr. Kuuki, raise your hands."

We raise our hands simultaneously.

"Katara and Sokka Mizu? Please take a seat at the table in front of these three," She orders shooting us all you-better-behave-and-set-a-good-example look.

Zuko just shrugs and returns to staring at the wall for the 3rd time this morning. Aang nervously scratches the back of his head- I saw him staring at Katara, who he obviously likes even though he doesn't know her. I, being the badass person I am, lean back in my chair, fold my arms across my chest, and shoot her a death glare in return.

She winces.

Ha. You better fear me old lady.

Sokka steps into my field of vision and shoots me that same "suave" smile from before, sitting down right beside his sister.

Ugh, I think I'm gonna be sick.

I really don't need this!

Aren't my parents enough?

Unbelievable.

I thought I was going to enjoy High School, which is obviously not going to happen with that egotistical, sexist jerk in EVERY SINGLE ONE OF MY CLASSES!

Not only that, but I have a drooling bafoon as a friend and Ponytail's goody-goody-suck-up of a sister in all my classes, too.

Funny how the world works with me, huh?

But wait, it gets even better.

We all- which includes me, Zuko, Aang, Sweetness, and Ponytail- sit either:

A. At the same table

or B. In the same general area. And by that I mean in the very back of the room, me being in the 2nd to last row between Sokka-at the leftmost side-and Katara, with Zuko and Aang behind us in the last row. Zuko directly behind me and Aang right behind Katara, to be exact.

Great, right?

WRONG!

After about 7 hours of blowing off Language Arts, falling asleep in History, barely attempting Math, trying to decide what the school was trying to get them to eat for lunch, listening to my beloved IPod Touch throughout Science and Health, and pretending to be doing something in P.E., the first day at school finally ended.

I fought my way through the throng of kids to my locker.

Pulling my skateboard out and setting it on the ground, I dropped my Science and Math textbooks into my backpack.

And no, I'm not bringing them home for show, I have homework...

On the first day of school...

And why?

Well, the answer is simple my young pupils: Teachers were made to corrupt the minds of innocent children and ruin their lives. It's their job and they take it very seriously.

"Very nice. It's strong, has the awesome brand of Element, and even though the wheels are a bit rough, they are a great shade of green," Ponytail comments eyeing my board very closely.

"Would you just leave me alone?" I land a solid kick to his right shin, resulting in my board falling into my waiting hands, and me flying out the doors.

I cannonball over the stairs from this morning and started making my way to the mall.

"Hey, move it or loose it, Grandma!"

Geez, old people these days. Don't they know that if a 14 year old girl is rushing towards them at 8 MPH on a skateboard that they should move out of the way?

Eh, I hope I'm smarter than her when I'm old and wrinkely.

Haha, ironic.

Just as I arrive at the mall, the song, "Complicated", ends.

Anyway, Music Madness...Music Madness...Music Madness-Ah. Here were are.

I call out for Teo. He's the son of the man that owns this music store-Music Madness- and is one of my best friends.

He comes wheeling out.

Ah, poor kid. Having to live with paralysis from the waist down ever since he was 5.

Damn car crash and drunk driver.

"Hey! How's my favorite jam session partner?" He asks sticking out his hand for me to shake.

Returning the gesture, I grin, and can't hold back my comment, "I'm your only jam session partner and next time, a fist bump or high five will work. I'm only 1 year and 3 months older than you."

We both laugh.

Ugh...only 20 minutes have passed, I finished my homework, and no one seems to be stopping by anytime soon.

It must be my badassness that is scaring everyone away.

As they should be scared.

3 Minutes Later...

What to do? What to do?

...

...

Come on Toph, you're in a music store.

With guitars.

And drums.

They even have Ukuleles!

With that thought I hop off the chair and head straight to the guitars, carefully remove a Gibson Les Paul with a neon green finish from the rack, and return to my seat.

Ah, yeah. This is the life.

Just sittin' here, my feet propped up on the counter, playing random songs that I love.

And to believe I get 7.50 an hour for this.

Not that I'm complaining, it's just...wow.

4 hours later and I'm headin' home.

Not much happens after that.

All I do is eat dinner, answer the usual questions about how your first day went, then went to bed.

But not before reminiscing about today.

And cut! Haha. Anyway… Sorry if this was horrible and if I wasted 10 or 20 minutes (depending on how long it took you to read this awfully long chapter, once I started writing I couldn't stop) of your lives, but I just thought of this not too long ago (it kept me up till 4:15 in the morning thinking about it) and thought I'd try it out. Also, Zuko, Aang, Katara and Sokka's last names are all in Spanish. I'm Hispanic and I couldn't find how to say fire (femenino), air (sustantivo), and water (agua) in Japanese or Chinese. And finally, I'm not going to be one of those obsessed writers that begs or threatens for reviews, but I'd really appreciate it if you would. Oh and I would also appreciate critism-if I have any mistakes, please tell me. Yeah…well…that's it…I guess… Hopefully I'll be back with the next chapter.

-The Runaway

*EDITED* Just went through and fixed spelling and grammar mistakes. Also took out some of the language-I found it quite tacky reading it through. I will be editing the rest of my chapters, because of my spotting of more mistakes.