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High School Sweethearts Chp. 6 Chapter Six
All of their friends entered the house and the music was blaring loud and exciting.
Kids were everywhere having a good time, playing video games, listening to music, and chatting with friends, girlfriends, and boyfriends. Some were making out in some hidden dark corner. Some were even playing spin the bottle, a game Sokka was currently playing with some of his buddies and their girlfriends.
Katara shook her head, exasperated. She didn't expect him to involve his friends with the party; but then again, he always took advantage of something when it came to fun. Suki was sitting by him, holding his hand. She didn't really want to be part of the game, but she wouldn't leave Sokka's side for anything.
But when the bottle landed on her, and realizing it wasn't Sokka's turn, she hastily stood up and mumbled something about getting a drink. When she left, Sokka gl
High School Sweethearts Chp. 5 Chapter Five
When the bell rang downstairs, Gyatso thought that Aang could use a little more time to himself before seeing his girlfriend. He got up from the bed and descended down the stairs.
When he opened it, Katara was standing there, waiting. She wore a blue T-shirt and shorts with her hair down with a blue and white and flower clip over her left ear.
"Hello, young lady," Gyatso said, gesturing for her to enter. She did so and sat down. The elder offered her something to drink, but Katara politely declined. The only thing she wanted to see was Aang, being his old self. She imagined that his wound was still on his shoulder. But since the cut wasn't that bad, Aang was allowed to go home as long as he was careful.
Upstairs, Aang was looking at himself once more. He wore his yellow T-shirt with the word Air in Chinese (空氣) on it and blue jeans. He could
High School Sweethearts Chp. 4 Chapter Four
The ride home was silent and Katara was in her room, sitting on her bed, thinking about the events that happened earlier in the day. Her and Sokka seeing old friends, shopping, having fun, laughing, being attacked by nuts in black, nearly getting killed, watching Aang get injured, feeling hurt herself, finding him in an emergency room, and confessing love for each other. That's a lot to happen in one day.
She got off her bed and walked over to her window, where the almost full moon was shining down on her. Katara touched her mother's necklace. She whispered, "Thanks for watching over him, mom. I appreciate it." The moon seems to be smiling at her, and for some reason, she could feel her mother’s presence.
Smiling to herself, Katara walked over to her bed and lay down. She grabbed her diary, unlocked it with her small key and started writing about today's events.
High School Sweethearts Chp. 3 Chapter Three
The rest of the week was a blur, day after day blending like a smoothie being mixed. Luckily there wasn't much homework though, so there would be free time for the gang. The group of friends have become very close to one another, especially Aang and Katara. Since the incident earlier in the week, their bond grew, melding together to form something unbreakable. They had managed to give flyers to those who were invited to the party. It's Friday and the gang were just leaving the school when Sokka got a text message.
When his phone beeped, he took it out of his pocket and looked at the text, which in turn made his eyes wide with excitement. "Hey!" he exclaimed. Everyone stopped walking and looked over at Sokka; well, besides, Toph, who used her earth sense to feel his heart and breathing. "I got a text from Zuko and Mai. It says that they're coming for a visit for the weekend." Zuko, a 17 year old teenag
High School Sweethearts Chp. 2 Chapter Two
Later on someone knocked on her door, disturbing the sleeping girl from her darkness of slumber. Katara's eyes fluttered open and she sat up slowly, yawning. She felt a little disorientated, and she looked at the clock, squinting a little from the dim light. Coming home, Katara had not thought to turn on her bedroom light because there was no energy in her body. She fell asleep at 3:30; now it was a little after seven at night.
The knocking continued and Katara called, tiredly, "Who is it?" The door opened and the light came on, making the girl blink and rub her eyes in order to get them adjusted to the brightness. It was Hakoda, looking through her doorway.
He said, "It's time for dinner." Then he noticed that her eyes were red a little bit and knew that she was crying. He came into the room, closed the door and sat at the foot of her bed. "Is there something wrong, Katara?" His
High School Sweethearts Chp. 1 Chapter One
First day of high school always seems to be the toughest for most teenagers because they have no idea what's in store for them; especially for Katara. She's a freshman and she's so nervous it looked like she would faint; sometimes she hated being different, and going to a new school was harder because of it. Still, despite her unease, she tried to make herself presentable. Her chocolate colored hair was in a braid that went down to her back, caramel colored skin and deep blue eyes. Katara wore her mother’s necklace that had a wave cresting against rocks. It was the only thing of her mother that she had. Her mom was murdered when Katara was 8 and her brother, Sokka, 9; things have been hard when Kya died, but somehow they, her family, had gotten through it. Still, sometimes the sadness from the loss would be too much. Sokka probably took it the hardest, since he blamed himself for her death. Her brother is a sophomo
Nine TimesI saw him nine times.
The first time we were both sitting in the room together, getting ready to take the math test that would determine our placement. I was scatterbrained and throwing things around, trying to find the pencils that I had known I would need but had still just tossed in my purse. He was lounging backwards in his chair, looking for all the world as though he didn’t have a single care in the world, including the upcoming test. It annoyed me, that I was frantic and ready to scream, while someone else could be that relaxed.
I tested out of the class.
I don’t know if he did.
The second time I saw him, it was a few months after I arrived on campus. He was the one rushing and frantic this time, running across the square. He was probably late for class, though I had no way of knowing for sure. I was already lost in my own thoughts and ideas, deciding on my major and convincing people that yes, this is what I really want to do with my life. If they weren
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