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As I walked to history I passed plenty of kids that could've been benders. Mostly people were just staring at my hair. I felt different from everyone, cause techniquely I was. Once inside Mr. Mooney class on the seconde floor of school I was completely surprised to see the mur were covered with traditional feu nation, air nomad, water tribe, and earth kingdom clothing. My mouth was open like a cave. "Class," Mr. Mooney started "This Michael, Epsilon, Aang, Zuko," As I sat down suivant to a tall boy with dirty blonde hair like mine but darker, and his deep brown eyes were wide with surprise as Mooney perfectly pronounced my ancestors names perfectly. I was amazed as well as the boy suivant to me. "My name's Zach Rowe. Are toi a... toi know?" Zach a dit in a deep sleepy voice like he just had a fight with a little girl. "Oh yeah." I replied. I had a drop of water float up and turn into a snowflake. He looked impressed. Zach held up a ball of feu in his fingers. "Settle down class," Mooney started in a deep loud voice. The cloche, bell rang when he stopped, everyone ran to their seats. The class started without losing a beat. We immediately started talking about the thirteenth ruler of southern China (Sokka) who ruled kindly but led his army's to defeat the Mongols (largest feu nation gang terrorizing the Silk Road that was created par the diplomat Katara.) I was taking notes like crazy this was family history that I had to tell to my kids. Zach had the same idea, his notes were covered with information. But around me pretty much no one else were écriture they were talking and gossiping about Crawley's room. "Children," Mooney started turning from the board that was covered in writing, "I can see that only Michael and Zach are the only one taking notes. Why?" Everyone including me and my partner didn't talk. "Hm," Mooney began his herbe green eye's staring at everyone one at a time. "Adam, answer please." Everyone turned behind me at a red haired boy behind me with big brown eyes that looked populaire and talkative. "Well," he started in a voice that didn't belong to the freckley face, it was deep but broke on every fifth word. "it's mostly about the pocture on Ms. Crawley's chalk board. It's a," he started giggling like a girl but it sounded old. "a... finger flipping people off." He and everyone started laughing. Mooney slammed his huge hand on his bureau and floor actually shook. "Quiet down," Mooney sounded mad but there was what looked like a smile on his face he tried to not have. The cloche, bell rang at that moment, and everyone packed there stuff in there bags. "Quiz on this material tomorrow." Everyone but me and Zach groaned. As we walked to our suivant class, Zach high-fived a few boy's and girl's. "So do toi have siblings?" Zach asked
"No" I replied.
"Lucky, I've got six." I blinked my eyes in surprise.
"Six?"
"Yeah, I know. There all benders." At that moment Jeff walked by. He threw a green slushie on me. "That'll teach toi to spill my coffee." He then walked away. I was still stunned that it just happened. "Hold me back." I told Zach "Why?" He replied "So I don't pulverize that peice of crap." At that moment I turned around and would've freezed that jerk, but Zach was stronger than he looked probably from fighting his siblings. The cloche, bell rang. We were late for Science
with Mr. Smith, both of us. After I was clean. We walked on to class. "That is going to get blood bended into s pole some day." I thought. It had been 3rd grade when I last blood bended. It was on my friend Sydney's crappy boyfriend, Dylan, he jumped into a three layer cacahuète, arachide beurre cake, he was allergic to cacahuètes and broke out into hives. I promised myself never to use it again but this kid was going to be trouble.

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