My name I Zuko. I like alone in what seems like a parallel universe. I just feel anger well up in the back of my throat until I feel sick. I cough and sputter but this anger can only be satisfied when I act without thinking. I am not the hero… but some I wish I was…
I live in the fire nation with my verbally abusive dad… today things got out of hand I spoke out against a General in a war meeting and the side effects will scar me forever.
Enough about me this isn’t my story. I don’t even belong here. Sometimes I wish I did…
Hi am Anng. So, Zuko got out this book. Me and Soka where teasing him about it…and
“ooh, Zuko’s got a diary. Is there a special girl? Does it say anything about us?” We chimed curiously.
“NO!” Zuko said flaring out his nostrils causing spurts of fire.
“It’s ok Zu Zu.” Katara said ruffling his already mangled hair.
Katara
When I touched Zuko’s hair. I felt butterflies erupt in my stomach. I felt lighter than air. I was elated.
“Common, stop bickering just because Zuko’s writing a diary doesn’t mean….”
“SHUT UP IT’S NOT A DIARY!!!!!” Zuko yelled.
Zuko uleashed an amazing firebending display. Birds flew from the trees, squawking like mad men.
I silence floated over the group like a cloud even Soka’s sarcastic jokes couldn’t break the tension.
