Four nations, one high school

Smellerbee slammed her locker shut. I hate art class, what's the point! Stupid Katara gets all the credit for everything. "Oh thanks Mr. Iroh, I tried really hard. I think I got the tea's steam just right, don't you think?" what was wrong with my painting?

Stalking down the hall, headed for gym, she snarled at every stupid little prep who gave her the "Ema god what's her problem hasn't she herd of a brush" look. Yah like I need their approval. I don't wanna be part of that group of people. They think they are so much better than anyone else just because they are earth benders. Yippee me I can make this rock into a mirror ehhhhh.

The locker room door burst open as she turned the corner, bashing the young girl into the wall. "Oh I'm so sorry Smellerbee! I totally didn't know you were there!" Suki blabbed. The girl was sweet, and she was an amazing fighter, but ever since she and Sokka broke up, it's been like she doesn't know who she is. She quit the school spirit team, the Kyoshi warriors, and changed her look completely.

"It's alright Suki. I'm fine. Where are you going?"

"To nurse Hagoda. I need a…..um….an accessory. I'll catch you later." She took off again, running with a slightly odd stance that told Smellerbee it was defiantly that time of the month for the poor girl.

Her locker was in the back of the room, away from the chaos of the other girls getting ready for class.

Why the hell do they have to put on makeup, or do their hair, when they are all going to go run, or play games? If they were less concerned with getting their hair messed up and more competitive, they wouldn't complain when I kick their sorry asses at everything. They are so bitter, just because I'm better at sports then them, doesn't mean they have to complain until the nurse tests me for steroids.

Stripping down, and pulling on her gym attire, Smellerbee glowered until the bell rang and they were allowed to go into the gym. There were balls lined up along the center court, dividing the gym into halves. Oh yah, DODGEBALL! Eat rubber bitches!

Coach boulder told them to divide up into teams, ten people on each one. Hurrying over to the right, with Jet, The Duke, Longshot, and Pipsqueak, Smellerbee grinned evilly at the opposing team, made up of a few water benders, one earth bender, and some chicken shit girls.

Looking over at Jet, she laughed, almost manically, as their opponents shifted nervously from foot to foot, eyeing each other with contempt. Jet grinned at his friends, reading each one like an open book.

"Time to show these spoiled little pussys just what the freedom fighters are made of. Longshot you take out the water benders, you have one of the best aims out of all of us. Pipsqueak, The Duke, you guys cover us. Smellerbee, you can take out the earth benders-"

"I'd really rather take out the prissy little bitches in the corner. They are so getting on my last nerve." She risked giving away their plans by glancing over to the group huddled into the back corner. They were fixing the loose strands of hair that had fallen out of their stylishly pulled back ponytails. Jet grimaced, understanding completely, "Okay. Just don't break any bones alright, not everyone can be strong." Smellerbee snarled as one stared at her with disgust. "I make no guarantees."