Suki walked over to Sokka's and Jet's dorm, trying to sort out her head. She needed to know if Sokka was okay, but he was denying that there was something wrong...urgh. Of course he wasn't okay if he had really cut last night...but maybe it wasn't as bad as she was making it out to be. Maybe it wasn't that much of a big deal...

She stopped before the door, looking at it with confusion. She didn't even know if Sokka was in there...but he probably was, as she had gone on the roof earlier today and he wasn't there. Gathering all her courage, she raised her fist and tapped it against the door softly.

"Sokka?" she called out. "It's me, Suki..."

Err. I stole these from Sokka.

Current Mood: bored

Suki looked at her reflection in the mirror, turning her head this way and that. Her hair was finally growing out, to the point where it reacher her shoulders. With a small, satisfied smile, she tied it back into a ponytail and headed over to the boys' dorms. The silly thing was still stuck in bed with a badass cold. Served him right for being so dumb, but still...being sick wasn't fun.

She reached the boys' dorms and took the steps to Sokka's room, two at a time. A few loose strands of hair drifted into her face, but Suki ignored them. Not really paying attention where she was going, she drifted through the hallways until she stood in front of the too-familiar door. Upon careful inspection, one could discover a small scorch mark on the wood. She could bet her fans that had been Zuko's fault.

"Sokka, are you there?" Suki called out softly, rapping her knuckles against the door.

Suki inched her way up the staircase that lead to the roof, praying that she wouldn't be caught by a janitor or a teacher. That would certainly cut her plans very short.

She was wearing her usual green coat, and as a bundle cradled between her arms was Sokka's jacket. He had stayed up on that roof for spirits knew how long, and last she heard, he was cold. Katara told her what was going on, and she wasn't really surprised or even mad. She had a feeling since the start that their little challenge would come that to that. Idiots.

The door swung open quietly, letting the cold wintery air hit her with all it's force. For a second, her breath caught in her throat. Then the spotted a familiar bundle, hunched over what she was willing to bet was a laptop. Somehow she managed to move again, closing the door behind her and puttin one foot in front of the other until she was a few meters behind Sokka.

"I brought you your jacket," she said meekly, sitting down a little way off from where he was and crossing her legs.

Everyone is starting to heal, whoot!

Zuko's treatment is working. He'll be out by the end of the week, according to Sokka. That's a relief. The tension is finally easing off, he's coming back with us and we can be normal. Or as normal as a bunch of benders and warriors can be in this country.

I took care of Katara. Or rather, am taking care of Katara. Her weight had dipped just under 100 pounds. That's definetly not healthy. Also, I asked her to do stretches with me. She couldn't even touch her toes. I'm trying to get her to eat more than salads and water, and we did a few laps around the soccer fields this weekend. She won't take care of herself unless someone tells her to.

Side note...it's snowing. I missed snow. We get a lot of it at Kyoshi Island. It reminds me of home. It probably reminds Katara and Sokka of home, too.

Current Mood: satisfied

Its been a while since I posted something here...but I guess there's not much to say. Or at least, not much that I want others to know.

I've picked up a habit of taking my laptop with me, wandering about until I find a nice, grassy patch of land, and just sitting there writing...or checking out the blogs of those I know. To say the least...a lot has been going on.

Apparently, Toph likes Sokka. No comment. Katara and Zuko are (were?) practically a couple. Something happened, though. I heard a few girls gossipping in the locker room today...not very many nice things reached my ears.

Oh my gosh, did you SEE those two making out last night?
Yes! Wasn't it sooooo cute?
I thought it was kind of sick, actually. I mean, wasn't he a senior?
Maybe she's just short?
No, my little sister has classes with her. She's a freshman. And wasn't he in the music classroom the other day?
Oh my gosh, you're soooo right!
Poor girl! He must have like, forced himself on her...or something!

I just stopped listening at that point and left.

I've got to get going now...I'm supposed to meet Sokka two minutes ago.

Current Mood: confused

Three words. What. The. HECK?

This year I'll be starting at a new school, and honestly. That's the only thing I can say about it (or more specifically, the clothes we're expected to wear). The grounds are nice, the campus is stunning, and the dorms don't seem to be half-bad. But I DO have one complaint.

What kind of jerk picked out the school uniform? I think this is some sort of joke...or at least I hope it is. The school shirt covers absolutely nothing, and the skirt is so short I could wear it as a headband and no one would notice. I think I'll just buy myself a coat and wear it at all times, or look into trying to change the uniform policy. There is no chance in hell I'll wear it as it is right now.

On other news, I still haven't met any of the students. There was a nice fellow whose nose I broke already, though. I hope there aren't any more of those around. It'd be a shame to be clasified as a bone-breaker so early in the year.

Current Mood: confused