I abolutely fail, I wanted to start this story so badly and well ya...I need some feedback please.

And double apologies for the lyrics in italics, it's annoying and overdone


My teacher used to tell me stories of the old days, a time of peace when the Indie kept balance between The Emos, The Artists, The Punks and The Populars. But that all changed when the Populars attacked.

Only the Indie mastered all cliques. Only he could stop the ruthless Populars. But when the world needed him most he vanished.

5 years have passed and the Populars are nearing victory. Two years ago my brother and I were separated and absorbed by the cliques.

Some people believe the Indie was never reborn into the Artists and that he has died out, but I haven't lost hope.

I still believe that somehow the Indie will return to save the school.


It blares in my ear.

What have we done with innocence?

It disappeared with time, it never made much sense

Adolescent resident

Wasting another night on planning my revenge

Somehow no matter how much I toss and turn the headphones always stay in my ear. I whip off the covers, yawning.

Sokka's still sleeping as I pass his bedroom on my way to the bathroom.

I take a good look at myself in the mirror; the same 15-year-old girl I saw yesterday stares back.

The same long brown hair.

The same deep blue eyes.

The same dark complexion.

The same Katara Kirima.

One in ten

Don't want to be your monkey wrench

One more indecent accident

I'd rather leave than suffer this

Ill never be your monkey wrench

After a quick shower and teeth brushing I get back into my room, passing by the still sleeping Sokka.

I open my closet, time for clothing. I chose a pair of skinny jeans and a black tank top smeared with paint. Next up is my Uggs pulled over the jeans. A sketchbook, my bag and I'm ready.

Sokka's already downstairs fully dressed and awake. I don't know how he does it.

I can't ask him that would be clique conflict. Artists don't talk to Punks; it would simply be the end of the world

It doesn't really matter we were close once. Now cliques divide us.

The silence between us is awkward at best; he bobs along to his Ipod while mine shuffles to a new song.

I got your runaway smile in my piggybank baby

Gonna cash it right in for a new Mercedes

You were worth the hundred thousand miles

But you couldn't stay awhile

I got your little brown shirt in my bottom drawer baby

And your little white socks in the top drawer

You were always leaving your shit around

And gone without a sound


I glance through the window the bus is here. I get outside, shivering in the breeze that follows.

I sit alone on the bus, no Artists yet. Sokka has already joined Toph in discussing the newest album by Korn. I can see them airguitaring along together.

I press my head against the window, trying to clear my head. The whole world blurs by.

I feel someone sit beside me; I glance quickly seeing a smiling Ty Lee.

I manage to glare before she notices.

She blabbers on to Hahn who is sitting across, his eyes occasionally drifting from her face to her chest.

You're a chance taker, heartbreaker

Got me wrapped around your finger

Chance taker, heartbreaker

Got me wrapped around your finger

Finally were at school, I shove Ty Lee into Hahn's lap and make my way off, I hear Toph sniggering slightly at Ty Lee and Hahn.

I got your runaway smile in my piggybank baby

Gonna cash it right in for a new Mercedes

If I drive a hundred thousand miles

Would you let me stay a while?


At the picnic table I see the only two of my kind. Jin, her hair pulled back in ponytail, tongue stuck out of her mouth in concentration as she sketches. Kira is sitting beside her, her hair falling into her face as she types furiously on her laptop.

Kira looks up to see me and pokes Jin in the shoulder causing her to glare at Kira.

She looks at me, "Well aren't we Little Miss Sunshine this morning."

I want to be angry but she manages a smile from me.

"Something wrong 'Tara?" Kira closes her laptop, giving full attention to me. I click the hold button on my Ipod turning it off and stuffing it into my bag.

"Did you ever realize how much life sucks?"

The whole student body froze staring at me. Jet and Zuko, the Emos glared at me daring me to repeat it.

"I'm meant life is like a box of crayons!" Everyone goes back to blabbering.

Jin is laughing, Kira is as well but quickly stops seeing my face.

"So what really wrong?"

"I have no idea...I'm broken I guess." Kira scooches over to give me a hug.

"You have to see what Jin drew! It's amazing, it's a complete layout of the school!"

I reach for the sketchbook. A complete diagram of the school. The Jocks own the gym while the Geeks are in the computer room. The Musically Talented in the music room. The Emo and Pucks share the half wall.

"Wait...the Populars are moving in on the hallway? That's Drama's turf."

"'Can't stop progress' so says Azula." Kira quotes the Princess directly.

Before we can continue to talk behind back someone joins us at our table.

We just stare; obviously this guy has no idea what the hell is going on.

He's got a Che Guevara shirt, skinny jeans and bright orange high-tops.

"Um, what?" I ask trying to be as polite as possible. What is this kid doing? The other Cliques are watching closely. They can smell the freshness, new meat.

"Oh, um, I'm new. Sorry, is this seat taken?"

Jin eyes the new kid while Kira immediately stands up circling him.

"Indie shirt...custom painted high-tops...skinny jean...Katara." She looks at me seriousness al over her face, "This is the guy."

"THE Guy?"

"The Guy."

He stares completely dumbstruck before I grab his wrist; "Quick we have to hid him from the Populars. Jin closes her sketchbook, Kira grabs her laptop and we enter the school going o the only safe haven known to the Artists.

The Art Room.


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