The Kids In The Old Mansion

Chapter Five

PART ONE - TY LEE

My name is Ty Lee. I have six sisters. In age order, we are, Ty Lin, Ty Lat, Ty Lao, Ty Liu, Ty Lum, Ty Woo, and me, Ty Lee. We were in the same year, we shared a birthday, don't ask what my mom and dad did, and by the time I got to teachers I was "Ty Li- no, Ty La -Lao - Liu - Lu -" She rolled her eyes. Don't think it wasn't the same with our parents. All of us got sick of it! Mom and Dad called us Ty 1, Ty 2, Ty 3, Ty 4, Ty 5, Ty 6, and Ty 7.

We were the only ones that cared about each other. I could tell you all of my sister's relationship issues, friend issues, sister issues, school issues self issues, as well as the upsides to all of those, without a doubt about when this happened. Right  up until last week! We still write letters monthly.

Anyways, I got sick of it. Real sick. I joined a circus, just because while I wanted to get away from my sisters I could also be reminded of them. I was the only one of us who could turn a cartwheel through a flaming hoop while the other six shot arrows at us! No, just me, I was called circus freak. So that's what I became.

One show, I came across my family again. My sisters all looked like me - of course. We were hanging out when Azula showed up, took one passing glance at us, stopped, turned around, an gawked for a moment before turning away. My sisters didn't notice, but I did.

Later, after the show, I came across her, and she seemed really nice. She was looking for her brother and sister - or ninetieth-cousin-twenty-times-removed, apparently. I told her I'd keep an eye out.

We did a show here, in Republic City. I came across Azula again, and she offered me to live here. I was bored with doing the same circus routine each time, so I quit - ever since, this has been my home. And what I like best about it, besides what Opal and Jinora said, is that I have 13 sisters, and a super hot girlfriend (pun intended), and 9 brothers, and they all love me and know me like my real family does, but they're different from me and they can offer me 25 different views and pieces of advice for anything! So, yeah.

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PART TWO - MAI

I uh.. So, I'm Mai.

That's what Izumi thought was a cute name for me when I was twelve. Why did Izumi name me when I was twelve? I have.....  memory.. issues.

Sometimes I'll wake up having forgotten everything. Which is why Zuko presented me with an idea, journalism. I read my journal before I leave my room each morning, so I don't get lost again. I've even got sketches of people so I'll know who's who.

What's my story? That. I don't know anything else. Sometimes I get a weird glance at someone and go, "that's farmilliar. Someone I knows has that hairstyle." Or something like that. But, I don't know anything but the fact that Izumi found me wandering and asked who I was, why I was there, I told her I didn't know anything. And... Yeah. Here I am.

{{Author's Note
Not sure wether or not this exists. But I felt like one of them could have no idea what their backstory was. Who knows, maybe it'll come up later.}}

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PART THREE - IROH

My name is Iroh. I was eight when soldiers took me to a training camp. I still am a great bender due to my professional training, which most of us didn't have. Everyone here is almost positively self-taught, except for Toph. But that wasn't professional in the traditional sense.

I did everything I could. I was a good fighter, a well-known hero. I was unofficially in charge of ten or so boys from my unit. I thought if I was good, they'd let me go. I was eleven, that was my logic. Kids are morons. And teens. And most adults.