Title: My Journal

Sorry you guys for not updating…To tell you the truth, I already figured out every single chapter that's going to happen in this story, it'll probably last for a 2 years. Hehehe… Unless I'll feel lazy then it'll probably be shortened and be less detailed. But don't worry; I'll try not to be lazy… Anyway, sorry for all the spelling errors!

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Chapter 8: Privacy Invader part 1

Aang kept on pacing frantically on his bedroom. He took another peek again on his monitor. It was really there! Azula's digital diary was there!

AAAAHHHHHH!!!! Oh universe, why are you so cruel to me? What did I do wrong? First, Katara's diary and now this! I must have copied all of her private files when I tried to locate Katara's diary. What am I going to do? If Azula finds out about this, she's going to turn Medusa on me and turn me into stone. Or maybe she'll take all my insides and serve it on a silver platter. I should be making my own tombstone right now… Um… maybe I should be making a solution instead of conclusions about how she's going to kill me…

UGH! I can't think of anything! Whoever makes these stupid karmas, please help me and I'll promise to stay away from trouble! Wait. Scratch the promise word and replace it with try. I kinda have a knack for getting into trouble but still, PLEASE HELP ME? I DON"T KNOW WHAT TO DO? AAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!

"Read it…"

"What?" he looked around.

"Read it."

"What?"

"I said read it! Are you deaf?"

"Who are you?"

"I am the voice inside your heart. Your conscience."

"Aren't consciences supposed to tell me the right thing to do?"

"Yes."

"Then why are you telling me this? Isn't reading someone else's diary a bad thing to do?"

"Yes, but in your case, maybe it can help you."

"How?"

"I don't know."

'Then why should I be doing this if I don't know how it'll help?"

"I don't have the slightest idea."

"I thought consciences are helpful."

"I am helpful. You just don't realize it."

"Would you stop talking to me?"

"Why should I? I'm your conscience. Conscience can't be told to stop."

"Now you're annoying me."

"That's also a conscience's job. We sometimes tell people what they don't want to hear."

'So you're saying like Sokka?"

"Absolutely. Now read it."

"Why?"

"JUST READ IT!"

He turned to the monitor.

This is how it read:

HALT! Don't read this! If you will, I swear that I'm going to roll you up, slice you, cook you and feed you to a bunch of blood thirsty crocodiles! In other words, I'LL KILL YOU WITH NO HESITATION AT ALL!

Aang slowly reached for the mouse and began scrolling down.

December 31(midnight)

UGH! This noise is seriously giving me a headache. Stupid firecrackers! I lo0athe you! Stupid people who keeps on blowing firecrackers! They should all be firing this only in my honor. All I hear is the booming and the banging of these filthy things. And what's worse, my family is taking part of it! Even Zu-Zu's loving it. What? My good-for-nothing-almost-emotional-and-butt-crap brother loves firecrackers? Yes, I confirm this newly found information. Mom is also happy about the "colorful" and "dazzling" firecrackers. She says she loves New Year's Eve. BLAH! Well, I think otherwise! My dad seems to be a little bit annoyed though. Finally! Someone's on my side.

Die,

Azula

"Wow. That was highly expected," Aang said to himself. He scrolled down.

February 14

Made the whole school stare at my new designer clothes that was shipped to me yesterday. If you are dumb, the date the clothes were given to me was February 13. Gaze at my splendor, you peasants! I got the result in our school's achievement test. I aced it (with no doubt). As usual, my father's pretty glad about it. Not glad. Extremely proud! Ha! Take that Zuko! Mom's so goody-goody and so kissy-kissy to you and completely ignores me. Zuko does this and Zuko does that. Azula you should do this and Azula you should do that. I hate the constant pampering. I am the worst daughter in her eyes. But at least dad loves me. That makes me 100 000 000 000 000 000 000 000 000 000 000 000 times better than you, ZUKO! Let's skip my family problem and turn to my new foreign-exchange classmate, Shannon Duckinson. What kind of name is Duckinson, anyway? Sounds like a duck being roasted by a Bunsen burner. Eh… She's ugly, but all the boys love her. She's a nut brain, but all the teachers love her. She dresses like a cow, but she was voted as the best dressed person in school. What is wrong with you people? Can't you see any girl that is better than her? The name's Azula Thermopolis! Her surname doesn't suck, she's pretty, she's intelligent, and she dresses meticulously and has highly-favored manners! Darn! You people are so blind! I wish I could just scream in front of all of you and tell you all I have typed in this computer! By the way, my computer's better than all of you!

I hate this world,

Azula

Aang stopped reading.

Woah! I've never realized that Azula, one of the populars and the most self – assuring person ever, possesses a lot of insecurities. I feel a little bit sorry for her. I mean, your brother being a constant favorite of your mom seems to be hard. Again, I thank the spirits for making me an only child. No wonder Azula's an attention seeker. But then again, I think she already has enough attention than she can handle. I would like to contradict her, too! Duckinson is not a dumb name! She's pretty attractive (but I don't have a crush on her. We're just good friends), and her clothes are all the range. How could she possibly say – er I mean – write that! Maybe out of jealousy or something... Wow. I never thought Azula could be jealous. I mean, she's got everything! Um… rephrase that. She almost has everything. Well… I'll just continue reading.

August 25

As usual, everything went my way. I want to share a secret with you. Man! Why am I talking like an idiotic girl who writes on an ordinary diary? Okay. I'll take my chances. I am starting to like a boy. (GASP!) Stop mocking me you oversized, wired hoodlum! You're just a big excuse for a computer! I'll throw you out if you kept on hanging! Anyway, I'll buy a new one! A new, improved and expensive one. Even if it means maxing my credit card. Now let's get back to my hormone problem. (Sigh) I don't need any men in my life. But because of my stupid, hormonal problem I'm having an idiotic infatuation with a certain guy. He's …

Aang moved away from the monitor. "No… it can't be…"

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Azula likes a boy! Azula likes a boy! Hehehe… I just love taunting Azula! You might start taunting Azula too, though I haven't completely revealed who that guy is. Ha! You need to tune in for next chapter if you really want to know who he is. Okay. Loathe me but it's my technique people! Anyway, sorry for not updating this story for 2 weeks, the same goes for my other stories. In my Zutara fanfic, I seriously can't think of any Zuko/Shizue and Katara fluff. Sorry to those who haven't read it yet, especially the Kataang fans. And my other fanfic, I already thought of everything, but I'm to busy to work it all out. Inviting characters to help me get reviews…

xtremesweetness: Okay… anyone who wants to help me get reviews?

Toph: And why should we help you? You intended to make a story with Aang and me having a crush on each other. Bleh!

xtremesweetness: For your info Toph, that's why its called a fanfic. And that Taang thingy doesn't happen in a few chapters. You can't rush love, ya know. To tell you the truth, I don't know if Taang or Kataang's gonna happen. That's why I need those reviews. The readers are going to tell me if they want Taang or Kataang.

Toph: Fine… if you say so. Review people!

Katara: What if the readers vote for Taang and not Kataang?

xtremesweetness: Then I'll make it a Taang fanfic.

Katara: Oh…

xtremesweetnees: Don't worry Katara. I'm sure some of them want you and Aang to end up together. So help me with the reviews guys.

Katara: wait a second… (leaves the room immediately)

[a guy screams]

[Katara drags Sokka in the room]

Katara: Say it.

Sokka: Katara er, xtremesweetness wants you guys to review this story!

Katara: (lets go of Sokka's sleeve) Good.

Sokka: What kind of name is "xtremesweetness" anyway?

xtremesweetness: I know. It's a pretty dull penname. But it is catchy.

Sokka: What if I make a suggestion? Your penname should be "sla-"

Azula: (storms in the room) You made me write a diary? I have never in my whole life ever written a diary! And I am not insecure, I am not dull and my hormones are completely fine! How could you do this to me, you ill mannered peasant?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!

xtremesweetness: Just tune in for next chapter and review! (runs quickly)