Here is a different take on how to write a Katara POV story. I've had this in my head for the longest, and, in fear of losing the idea, I wanted to go ahead and post it. Um, all of you that are waiting for my other stories, they will be updated. Only You might take a little more time though.

I plan on making one for Zuko too, but that's after I finish this one.

Disclaimer- I do not own Avatar.

Chapter 1

Dear Journal,

I have started writing a little journal, to keep me busy and to keep my thoughts. I wish to show my children one day. Neither Aang nor Sokka knows about this, so I must keep this a secret. My day was like every other. Traveling on Appa, having little arguments with Sokka about his so called 'instincts', putting up with Sokka's eating problem, cooking for the boys, and making friendly jokes about Sokka in which Aang always laughs.

As much as I love being with Aang and Sokka, I'm getting tired of this same old routine. Same thing, every day: wake up, eat, ride on Appa, land, eat, then go back to sleep. And even sometimes get harassed by Zuko. I'm beginning to miss the quiet, simple life at the South Pole.

I must go now. Aang is beginning to wake up, as I am writing this at night when they're asleep. The one time I have enough time to write without they finding out.

Katara

Dear Journal,

Today Zuko found us, and, as always, we managed to slip out of his grasp.

How I hate that Prince.

We can never find someplace to shop and meet other people, and have a good time unless he shows up. I hate it. I hate him. What does he want with Aang anyway? He probably wants to torture him. But that could never happen. If he hasn't captured us before, what makes him so sure he'll catch us now?

Katara

Dear Journal,

I stand corrected. Obviously Zuko does have the wits to outsmart someone in order to catch them. And I was it. Here's how it happened: I told Aang and Sokka I was going to take a bath, and I decided to sneak my journal with me as well. So, with my journal in my pocket, I tried to find my way to the small pond. Unfortunately, Zuko was just waiting for someone to come walking about in the woods. He grabbed me, tried to force me to tell him where Aang was (I was a long way from camp), and when I did not tell him, he took me with him. And here I am now. Stuck in a smelly, old, damp cell with nothing but a rickety cot and a pot to pee in. But at least I have my journal to keep me company.

I wonder how Aang and Sokka are doing. Do they realize I'm gone? I'm afraid nothing but time will tell. I'm going to sleep.

Katara

Dear Journal,

I have eaten breakfast; a nastytasting piece ofbread with soup. Zuko can't expect me to live off this while I'm held captive. But then again, I don't expect to be here long. I'm sure the boys are on their way to save me right now.

It must be by noon now. Zuko visited me earlier this morning expecting me to spill the beans on Aang. Roaring, "Tell me now!" and "I order you to tell me!", Zuko only served to make me even more annoyed and angered. And so I kept my mouth shut, even though I would've anyway. That arrogant, prick of a Prince, who do he think he is? I'm not one of his servants!

I still worry for Aang and Sokka.

Katara


That's it. How'd you like it? If Katara sounds too proper, like 1600s England kind of proper, then that's because I've been reading those kinds of books lately. Sorry bout that. :sweatdrop:

A review would be nice. (hint, hint) :)

Nika