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Alright! I'm doing this special for NightFrog! Right now I should be having cake and ice cream (but I love the internet dearly), so I'm not going to! NightFrog answered these quicker than Vee یا I did! So I like her for that! Enough about me!

Q-1: What is your پسندیدہ time of the year? Why do آپ like this time of the سال so much?
A-1: Fall, because of the colors, and it contains the holiday of Halloween.

Q-2: What is your پسندیدہ band/musician/singer? What type of موسیقی genre do آپ like most?
A-2: Evanescence. I like all genres, but I mostly listen to rock.

Q-3: Any sports یا hobbies you...

Part 1: Katara

"Only a girl to mess things up!" shouted Sokka.
"Ugh! You're so sexist, Sokka!" I shouted back. "I'm embarrassed to be related to you!"
"Right back at ya, sis!" teased Sokka.
Yep, here we were. Standing outside of Sokka's 1950's blue Chevy truck(which use to be our Grandfather Pakku's truck, سے طرف کی the way.). The car broke, and the radio got busted; and Sokka is blaming me for this, as usual.
By the way, I'm Katara. I'm 15 years old, related to Sokka(unfortunately). Sokka is my brother, he's 16 and just got his license last week.

Now the conflict here is that, our mom asked Sokka drive...

The Great Divide.
I don't care what people say about this episode, I LOVE it. I love the conflict between the two tribes, it's really interesting, especially to see how it dated back long ago, and they've been rivals for a long time. The plot is really interesting. Two tribes who have been enemies for years and years, have to پار, صلیب a canyon with no food, and get to the other side without their rivalries getting in the way. Fine, say it's not interesting if آپ want, but I think it is. All the characters are great in this episode. I love how Katara connects with the Jin Wei, and how Sokka...

NOTICE: I probably won't be continuing this. This 'prologue' that I wrote was just for fun. So please don't expect anything. Thanks and I hope آپ enjoy..


The old man lay on his بستر and watched his beautiful city Ba Sing Se through the large floor-to-ceiling window of his room.
Things surely had changed since he had last been here. The once empty streets the he and his دوستوں played earthball on were now twice it's size and bustling with traffic, sidewalks lined with blinding سٹریٹ, گلی lights, and the constant changing traffic lights. The balcony door was slightly ajar, but open enough for the...