Post by sokka118 on Jan 20, 2008 20:14:16 GMT 1
Well here it is guys. My second fanfic. Hope you all enjoy. Don't forget to rate and comment. Thanks
“Am I Pretty?”
A Tokka Story
The worst city ever! That was the only way I knew how to describe the Earth Kingdom’s Capital, Ba Sing Se. We’d only been in the city for a few days and I was already sick of it. I hated all the rules, and regulations, and strict policies. It all just drove me crazy. Mostly because it reminded me of home. Always confined to the walls of my parents house, not allowed to do anything or go anywhere. But at least back home I had a way to earthbend by sneaking into the Earth Rumble tournaments. Ba Sing Se didn’t provide the same privilege. Earthbending wasn’t allowed inside the walls, it was strictly forbidden. And being blind meant there was nothing to look at for entertainment. Earthbending was my entertainment, practically my whole life. And now that it had been taken away, I had nothing to do; I was bored. So that’s all I had to look forward to, being bored. I strayed away from my thoughts for moment to glance at Sokka. He was stretched out across the floor and judging by the vibrations his left arm was making; it seemed he was writing something. But what? I pondered for a moment, honestly I was so deep in my own thoughts I hadn’t even realized he was there or for how long. I went back to my earlier question about what he was writing and decided to ask him myself.
Me- “Um Sokka? What are you writing?”
He quickly looked up as if he was surprised to hear me talk.
Sokka- “Oh, I’m just drawing the lost Appa posters. That’s all.”
He sounded proud of himself, like he was doing a good job. Not that I could see for myself or anything. For all I knew his drawings were either really great, or really bad. Either way I could tell he was taking great pride in his work.
Me- “Well at least you have something to do. I’ve never been so bored in my life.”
Sokka- “Come on it can’t be that bad.”
His head dropped back to the ground and he continued with his “masterpiece.”
Sokka- “Why don’t you go practice your earthbending, it’s what you usually do.”
I was appalled. Didn’t he know it wasn’t allowed? And what did he mean “practice” earthbending? I had mastered the element. There was nothing to practice. The only time I used by earthbending now was while I trained Aang, or to fight, and of course just for fun. I was frustrated now and I let him know it.
Me- “Don’t you think I would if I could!? It’s forbidden inside the city Snoozles. And I wouldn’t be practicing anyway. I would be earthbending so get it right!”
Sokka- “Ok ok, didn’t mean to insult your amazing abilities.” He said sarcastically. “And I forgot it wasn’t allowed so sue me.”
I could tell he was irritated because I corrected him, which made me laugh a little.
Me- “Whatever Snoozles.”
I thought our little conversation was done and we’d return to silence we were in before. But he began to speak again. So I listened.
Sokka- “Well I guess you could hang out with Katara again once she and Aang get back. From what she told me, you two had a pretty good time the other day.”
I thought about it for moment. I guess we did have a good time. The spa was actually pretty fun and I actually had enjoyed myself. But then I thought about what happened after we had left. What those girls said to me. It was one of the few times where what someone said actually hurt me. It still hurt me. A single tear came rolling down my cheek but I quickly wiped it away so that Sokka didn’t see. I started looking for a way to feel better. But I couldn’t. Katara had managed to do so shortly after the incident. “You’re really pretty.” Those were the words that she said to me. No one had ever told me that before, not even my parents. But I began to think about it even deeper. She’d heard what those girls said to me and she knew it had hurt me. So was she just being nice only to cheer me up. Or did she truly think I was pretty. I hadn’t paid attention to her vibrations when she said it so I couldn’t remember if she’d lied or not. I started feeling sad again. I wanted to know so badly. Was I pretty or was it just a sentimental statement made by a friend who just felt sorry for me? I quickly thought about who else I could ask and get an honest answer. Someone who hadn’t been there or heard what those girls said. I lifted my head and looked the direction where the vibrations from Sokka’s arm continued threw the ground. I pondered it for a moment. Katara had told him that we went to the spa, but had she mentioned what happened after? There was only one way to find out.
Me- “Sokka, did Katara say anything about what happened after we’d left the spa?”
He stopped scribbling on the paper in front of him and looked back up at me. He got up from his stretched out position but quickly went right back to the ground only this time he sat down with his legs crossed.
Sokka- “No, she just told me that you guys spent a few hours at this fancy spa and that you really enjoyed yourself. Why? Did something else happen?”
I was relieved that she hadn’t told him. It meant that I might actually get an honest answer from him. I was about to ask but I stopped myself. Even if I did get an honest answer, would I like it? I mean he didn’t have to say yes. But I still wanted to know. I took a deep breath and began to speak.
Me- “Sokka, can ask you a question? It’s kind of personal for me.”
Sokka- “Sure Toph, what is it?”
I couldn’t stand looking at him when I asked. My face heated up and I began to shake and quiver a bit. Asking the question suddenly became a lot harder and I wasn’t sure I could. So I decided not to.
Me- “Never mind. It was a stupid question. Just forget it.” I said while rubbing the back of my neck
nervously.
I expected him to do so to. I thought he would just slump back down and continue his work with his posters. But he didn’t. I felt him stand up and without the slightest hesitation began walking toward me. My stomach went into knots. Once he’d reach me he sat down next to me and I felt his head look my direction.
Sokka- “Toph you know that you can talk to me about anything. If something’s bothering you then you know I’ll listen.”
He was completely honest when he said it to. He really meant it. He cared. The thought of this only made my face grow hotter, so hot that I swear I was sweating. The fact that he had sat down so close didn’t help either. I knew I was blushing and turned away so that he couldn’t see. He then put his hand on my shoulder and continued talking.
Sokka- “Come on Toph, its ok. What did you want to ask me?”
Again he was sincere and knowing this eased the pressure of asking the question. Suddenly I was confident. Confident that I could ask him, and that I could accept whatever answer he gave me despite how much I liked him. I wasn’t going to let it affect me or my feelings. So I asked.
Me- “Sokka, do you think that I’m pretty? You know, attractive.”
I expected him to be caught off guard by the question and he was. I felt it immediately. His heart rate sped up and he started to quiver weakly. But I couldn’t tell if this sudden reaction was nervousness or if he was just uncomfortable. He became silent and I knew that he was thinking about his answer. So I grew silent and awaited his response. He started to speak again but didn’t look up. Almost like he couldn’t look me in the face or something. I expected a bad answer and braced myself for it.
Sokka- “Are you ready for my honest answer?”
What did he mean was I ready for it? Oh no, it WAS going to be bad. He was going to say no. I winced at the thought and just waited for him to say it.
Sokka- “Yes. I do.”
I couldn’t believe it. I sat there just frozen at what I’d just heard. He……he said yes. I was still having trouble processing it. So I repeated it to myself. He said yes!! I shouted in my head. I laughed; I still didn’t believe it so I asked him once again.
Me- “You…….you do? Really?”
Sokka- “Yeah, I do. You really are pretty Toph.”
For the third time, I searched his sincerity. And again he passed. He wasn’t lying. I was overjoyed. It was all I could do from just leaping into the air and scream. He actually thinks I’m pretty.
Me- “Wow. Thank……..thanks Sokka.” I changed my position and lied down on the floor crossing my legs and putting my hands behind my head and just gazed up. “You might not know why, but that really makes me feel a lot better. It really, really does.” I said with a huge smile on my face.
Sokka- “I’m glad Toph.”
He got up and walked past me and laid back down on the ground, picked up his brush and continued drawing. Then he stopped. Again he looked my way.
Sokka- “Toph, I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again. You can talk to me about anything ok. Always remember that.”
Me- “I will Sokka, I will.”
I knew I would too. I thought for moment. I could talk to him about anything. Those were his exact words. I could talk to him about anything; I could talk to him about anything. I just kept repeating it to myself, not wanting to stop. The key word “anything.” It just kept ringing in my head like a bell. I admit, talking to him about this wasn’t an easy thing for me to do. But I knew that sometime, I’d have to tell him something even harder. I would have to tell him that I love him. And I would. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, maybe not even next year. But someday, someday I would.
THE END
“Am I Pretty?”
A Tokka Story
The worst city ever! That was the only way I knew how to describe the Earth Kingdom’s Capital, Ba Sing Se. We’d only been in the city for a few days and I was already sick of it. I hated all the rules, and regulations, and strict policies. It all just drove me crazy. Mostly because it reminded me of home. Always confined to the walls of my parents house, not allowed to do anything or go anywhere. But at least back home I had a way to earthbend by sneaking into the Earth Rumble tournaments. Ba Sing Se didn’t provide the same privilege. Earthbending wasn’t allowed inside the walls, it was strictly forbidden. And being blind meant there was nothing to look at for entertainment. Earthbending was my entertainment, practically my whole life. And now that it had been taken away, I had nothing to do; I was bored. So that’s all I had to look forward to, being bored. I strayed away from my thoughts for moment to glance at Sokka. He was stretched out across the floor and judging by the vibrations his left arm was making; it seemed he was writing something. But what? I pondered for a moment, honestly I was so deep in my own thoughts I hadn’t even realized he was there or for how long. I went back to my earlier question about what he was writing and decided to ask him myself.
Me- “Um Sokka? What are you writing?”
He quickly looked up as if he was surprised to hear me talk.
Sokka- “Oh, I’m just drawing the lost Appa posters. That’s all.”
He sounded proud of himself, like he was doing a good job. Not that I could see for myself or anything. For all I knew his drawings were either really great, or really bad. Either way I could tell he was taking great pride in his work.
Me- “Well at least you have something to do. I’ve never been so bored in my life.”
Sokka- “Come on it can’t be that bad.”
His head dropped back to the ground and he continued with his “masterpiece.”
Sokka- “Why don’t you go practice your earthbending, it’s what you usually do.”
I was appalled. Didn’t he know it wasn’t allowed? And what did he mean “practice” earthbending? I had mastered the element. There was nothing to practice. The only time I used by earthbending now was while I trained Aang, or to fight, and of course just for fun. I was frustrated now and I let him know it.
Me- “Don’t you think I would if I could!? It’s forbidden inside the city Snoozles. And I wouldn’t be practicing anyway. I would be earthbending so get it right!”
Sokka- “Ok ok, didn’t mean to insult your amazing abilities.” He said sarcastically. “And I forgot it wasn’t allowed so sue me.”
I could tell he was irritated because I corrected him, which made me laugh a little.
Me- “Whatever Snoozles.”
I thought our little conversation was done and we’d return to silence we were in before. But he began to speak again. So I listened.
Sokka- “Well I guess you could hang out with Katara again once she and Aang get back. From what she told me, you two had a pretty good time the other day.”
I thought about it for moment. I guess we did have a good time. The spa was actually pretty fun and I actually had enjoyed myself. But then I thought about what happened after we had left. What those girls said to me. It was one of the few times where what someone said actually hurt me. It still hurt me. A single tear came rolling down my cheek but I quickly wiped it away so that Sokka didn’t see. I started looking for a way to feel better. But I couldn’t. Katara had managed to do so shortly after the incident. “You’re really pretty.” Those were the words that she said to me. No one had ever told me that before, not even my parents. But I began to think about it even deeper. She’d heard what those girls said to me and she knew it had hurt me. So was she just being nice only to cheer me up. Or did she truly think I was pretty. I hadn’t paid attention to her vibrations when she said it so I couldn’t remember if she’d lied or not. I started feeling sad again. I wanted to know so badly. Was I pretty or was it just a sentimental statement made by a friend who just felt sorry for me? I quickly thought about who else I could ask and get an honest answer. Someone who hadn’t been there or heard what those girls said. I lifted my head and looked the direction where the vibrations from Sokka’s arm continued threw the ground. I pondered it for a moment. Katara had told him that we went to the spa, but had she mentioned what happened after? There was only one way to find out.
Me- “Sokka, did Katara say anything about what happened after we’d left the spa?”
He stopped scribbling on the paper in front of him and looked back up at me. He got up from his stretched out position but quickly went right back to the ground only this time he sat down with his legs crossed.
Sokka- “No, she just told me that you guys spent a few hours at this fancy spa and that you really enjoyed yourself. Why? Did something else happen?”
I was relieved that she hadn’t told him. It meant that I might actually get an honest answer from him. I was about to ask but I stopped myself. Even if I did get an honest answer, would I like it? I mean he didn’t have to say yes. But I still wanted to know. I took a deep breath and began to speak.
Me- “Sokka, can ask you a question? It’s kind of personal for me.”
Sokka- “Sure Toph, what is it?”
I couldn’t stand looking at him when I asked. My face heated up and I began to shake and quiver a bit. Asking the question suddenly became a lot harder and I wasn’t sure I could. So I decided not to.
Me- “Never mind. It was a stupid question. Just forget it.” I said while rubbing the back of my neck
nervously.
I expected him to do so to. I thought he would just slump back down and continue his work with his posters. But he didn’t. I felt him stand up and without the slightest hesitation began walking toward me. My stomach went into knots. Once he’d reach me he sat down next to me and I felt his head look my direction.
Sokka- “Toph you know that you can talk to me about anything. If something’s bothering you then you know I’ll listen.”
He was completely honest when he said it to. He really meant it. He cared. The thought of this only made my face grow hotter, so hot that I swear I was sweating. The fact that he had sat down so close didn’t help either. I knew I was blushing and turned away so that he couldn’t see. He then put his hand on my shoulder and continued talking.
Sokka- “Come on Toph, its ok. What did you want to ask me?”
Again he was sincere and knowing this eased the pressure of asking the question. Suddenly I was confident. Confident that I could ask him, and that I could accept whatever answer he gave me despite how much I liked him. I wasn’t going to let it affect me or my feelings. So I asked.
Me- “Sokka, do you think that I’m pretty? You know, attractive.”
I expected him to be caught off guard by the question and he was. I felt it immediately. His heart rate sped up and he started to quiver weakly. But I couldn’t tell if this sudden reaction was nervousness or if he was just uncomfortable. He became silent and I knew that he was thinking about his answer. So I grew silent and awaited his response. He started to speak again but didn’t look up. Almost like he couldn’t look me in the face or something. I expected a bad answer and braced myself for it.
Sokka- “Are you ready for my honest answer?”
What did he mean was I ready for it? Oh no, it WAS going to be bad. He was going to say no. I winced at the thought and just waited for him to say it.
Sokka- “Yes. I do.”
I couldn’t believe it. I sat there just frozen at what I’d just heard. He……he said yes. I was still having trouble processing it. So I repeated it to myself. He said yes!! I shouted in my head. I laughed; I still didn’t believe it so I asked him once again.
Me- “You…….you do? Really?”
Sokka- “Yeah, I do. You really are pretty Toph.”
For the third time, I searched his sincerity. And again he passed. He wasn’t lying. I was overjoyed. It was all I could do from just leaping into the air and scream. He actually thinks I’m pretty.
Me- “Wow. Thank……..thanks Sokka.” I changed my position and lied down on the floor crossing my legs and putting my hands behind my head and just gazed up. “You might not know why, but that really makes me feel a lot better. It really, really does.” I said with a huge smile on my face.
Sokka- “I’m glad Toph.”
He got up and walked past me and laid back down on the ground, picked up his brush and continued drawing. Then he stopped. Again he looked my way.
Sokka- “Toph, I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again. You can talk to me about anything ok. Always remember that.”
Me- “I will Sokka, I will.”
I knew I would too. I thought for moment. I could talk to him about anything. Those were his exact words. I could talk to him about anything; I could talk to him about anything. I just kept repeating it to myself, not wanting to stop. The key word “anything.” It just kept ringing in my head like a bell. I admit, talking to him about this wasn’t an easy thing for me to do. But I knew that sometime, I’d have to tell him something even harder. I would have to tell him that I love him. And I would. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, maybe not even next year. But someday, someday I would.
THE END
