Apparently today is Avatar's 10th anniversary...here have a fic!
In one year a person could accomplish much.
She had chosen to run away
Run away and not be found.
In two she mostly just stood alone.
Living only off of what the land would give her.
On most nights she was lonely.
The other three years became something of a blur as she counted them off. Everything seemed to be the same old thing. She didn’t know how she’d managed to go for five years all by herself in such a strange place.
She watched the girl, Xul, crumble for days. She was only 16. There wasn’t really much she could do aside from holding her close and telling her that it would pass eventually.
It was a rough job really, the job she did, trying to help those suffering from what everyone else called the ‘the insanity’ they were “crazy”, “sick”, “unlovable”. She much preferred to call to think of them as those who just needed someone to tell them are cared about…loved. A good number of her patients were in a state of distress pretty much all the time, Xul was one of them....
Azula had never seen as much glitter and rose petals as she did when she opened her locker that morning. Open swinging it open the cutesy stuff fell upon her in a pink, red, and silver shower. She blew her hair out of her face creating another sparkly puff in the air.
That stuff probably wouldn’t leave her hair for another month or two.
From in the corner she saw Zuko snickering to himself as he waited for Mai to arrive, he planned on giving her the most ridiculously sized stuffed frog.