Post by teashoppegirl on Mar 7, 2007 21:49:00 GMT -5
I haven't written many full-lengths or AU fictions before so any constructive feedback would be wonderful.
Title: Avatar: High School
Rating: K+
Genre: Humor/General
Summary: Avatar characters in high school. Ozai is the principal. Zuko is about to flunk French. Aang is a new transfer student. Bosco is a lunch lady. Even the Cabbage merchant makes an appearance as an Economics teacher.(No pairings but might have some in later chapters)
Chapter 1:
“Yes Mr. Zhao?” Principal Ozai said, the French and German teacher had come to visit him in his office.
“It’s about your son,” Mr. Zhao said, hesitantly. “I don’t know if he’s going to pass my class, so I thought we should have a talk.”
Ozai frowned. “My children are none of your concern Mr. Zhao. Don’t worry though; my son Zuko won’t be attending this school much longer.”
Zhao’s eyes widened. He knew Principal Ozai was a stickler for academic excellence, but he never dreamed that the principal would dare to throw one of his own children out of his own school. However, given Zuko’s poor grades, Zhao realized that Ozai was merely being a realist.
-.-.-.-
“Oh great it’s lunchtime,” Katara grumbled quietly. It was the end of fourth period. Fifth period was lunch. Katara hated lunch time. It wasn’t that she didn’t like to eat, contrary to her slim figure the young girl did have a healthy appetite, it was that it was the most embarrassing time of the school day.
“Oh Katara,” the popular girl Azula said, as she walked passed the waterbender. In a fake-cute voice she said, “It’s lunch time, you must really love how you get to see your grandmother every day at school.”
“You’re in the same boat as me Azula,” Katara retorted. “You see your father here every day.”
“Yeah, but my father’s the principal,” Azula countered in an aloof tone. “Your grandmother is just a lunch lady.”
Ty Lee and Mai, Azula’s cronies, giggled cruelly on cue.
Katara frowned, and decided to take the high road and ignored them. She went to her locker to get her bag lunch; hot-lunches were too expensive for their family.
On her way there a junior high student ran into her. It wasn’t that uncommon of an event, the high school did have a junior high wing attached after all. Normally Katara couldn’t tell one junior high school kid from another, but this one was different. He was bald. Katara was sure she had never seen him before.
“Sorry,” the young boy said, as he got up and picked up her books for her.
“You’re new here aren’t you?” Katara asked, impressed by the boy’s manners.
“Yup,” the boy said with a childish grin. “My name’s Aang, I just transferred here today! I’m in seventh grade!”
“My name is Katara,” she said smiling. “I’m a ninth grader, if you ever need any help or anything just ask.”
“Thank you Katara,” Aang said. “Where’s room 102?”
“It’s over in the junior high wing on the lower level,” Katara answered.
“Thanks a million!” Aang said as he dashed off only to be accosted by the school’s nurse June, for running in the hallway.
-.-.-.-
“There’s nothing quite like eating lunch outside, away from all the other students,” Iroh said smiling gently at his quiet nephew. “It sure is nice for you, having an indulgent uncle for a teacher, to let you get away with things like this.”
Zuko hated the crowded lunch rooms. But, there were more important things on his mind. “Uncle I need help.”
Iroh nodded, it wasn’t in Zuko’s normal character to ask for help.
“Zhao is out to flunk me,” Zuko said. “I can’t get an ‘F’ in a class if I want to get into a top college to study education to become a principal like my father.”
“It’s Mr. Zhao,” Iroh gently chided his nephew. “You should see if you can get him to agree to tutor you after school. He really can be a great teacher.”
“He’s got it in for me,” Zuko muttered quietly. “I think Dad has it in for me too, there’s nothing I can do.”
“You shouldn’t think like that,” Iroh said, worried about his nephew. “Let me see what I can do.”
“Thank you uncle,” Zuko said relieved.
-.-.-.-
“I asked you for the pizza!” Azula snapped, angered at the lunch server.
“Mmraah,” Bosco said, shrugging his shoulders.
“Does this look like pizza to you?!” Azula screamed angrily. “No, it’s macaroni and cheese. I, Azula, do not eat macaroni and cheese.”
The bear rolled his eyes and took the plate from the young girl, and give her a plate with pizza on it, just like she wanted.
“Don’t think I’ll forget this bear,” Azula grumbled under her breath. “You’ll be very lucky if my father doesn’t fire you for this.”
Title: Avatar: High School
Rating: K+
Genre: Humor/General
Summary: Avatar characters in high school. Ozai is the principal. Zuko is about to flunk French. Aang is a new transfer student. Bosco is a lunch lady. Even the Cabbage merchant makes an appearance as an Economics teacher.(No pairings but might have some in later chapters)
Chapter 1:
“Yes Mr. Zhao?” Principal Ozai said, the French and German teacher had come to visit him in his office.
“It’s about your son,” Mr. Zhao said, hesitantly. “I don’t know if he’s going to pass my class, so I thought we should have a talk.”
Ozai frowned. “My children are none of your concern Mr. Zhao. Don’t worry though; my son Zuko won’t be attending this school much longer.”
Zhao’s eyes widened. He knew Principal Ozai was a stickler for academic excellence, but he never dreamed that the principal would dare to throw one of his own children out of his own school. However, given Zuko’s poor grades, Zhao realized that Ozai was merely being a realist.
-.-.-.-
“Oh great it’s lunchtime,” Katara grumbled quietly. It was the end of fourth period. Fifth period was lunch. Katara hated lunch time. It wasn’t that she didn’t like to eat, contrary to her slim figure the young girl did have a healthy appetite, it was that it was the most embarrassing time of the school day.
“Oh Katara,” the popular girl Azula said, as she walked passed the waterbender. In a fake-cute voice she said, “It’s lunch time, you must really love how you get to see your grandmother every day at school.”
“You’re in the same boat as me Azula,” Katara retorted. “You see your father here every day.”
“Yeah, but my father’s the principal,” Azula countered in an aloof tone. “Your grandmother is just a lunch lady.”
Ty Lee and Mai, Azula’s cronies, giggled cruelly on cue.
Katara frowned, and decided to take the high road and ignored them. She went to her locker to get her bag lunch; hot-lunches were too expensive for their family.
On her way there a junior high student ran into her. It wasn’t that uncommon of an event, the high school did have a junior high wing attached after all. Normally Katara couldn’t tell one junior high school kid from another, but this one was different. He was bald. Katara was sure she had never seen him before.
“Sorry,” the young boy said, as he got up and picked up her books for her.
“You’re new here aren’t you?” Katara asked, impressed by the boy’s manners.
“Yup,” the boy said with a childish grin. “My name’s Aang, I just transferred here today! I’m in seventh grade!”
“My name is Katara,” she said smiling. “I’m a ninth grader, if you ever need any help or anything just ask.”
“Thank you Katara,” Aang said. “Where’s room 102?”
“It’s over in the junior high wing on the lower level,” Katara answered.
“Thanks a million!” Aang said as he dashed off only to be accosted by the school’s nurse June, for running in the hallway.
-.-.-.-
“There’s nothing quite like eating lunch outside, away from all the other students,” Iroh said smiling gently at his quiet nephew. “It sure is nice for you, having an indulgent uncle for a teacher, to let you get away with things like this.”
Zuko hated the crowded lunch rooms. But, there were more important things on his mind. “Uncle I need help.”
Iroh nodded, it wasn’t in Zuko’s normal character to ask for help.
“Zhao is out to flunk me,” Zuko said. “I can’t get an ‘F’ in a class if I want to get into a top college to study education to become a principal like my father.”
“It’s Mr. Zhao,” Iroh gently chided his nephew. “You should see if you can get him to agree to tutor you after school. He really can be a great teacher.”
“He’s got it in for me,” Zuko muttered quietly. “I think Dad has it in for me too, there’s nothing I can do.”
“You shouldn’t think like that,” Iroh said, worried about his nephew. “Let me see what I can do.”
“Thank you uncle,” Zuko said relieved.
-.-.-.-
“I asked you for the pizza!” Azula snapped, angered at the lunch server.
“Mmraah,” Bosco said, shrugging his shoulders.
“Does this look like pizza to you?!” Azula screamed angrily. “No, it’s macaroni and cheese. I, Azula, do not eat macaroni and cheese.”
The bear rolled his eyes and took the plate from the young girl, and give her a plate with pizza on it, just like she wanted.
“Don’t think I’ll forget this bear,” Azula grumbled under her breath. “You’ll be very lucky if my father doesn’t fire you for this.”
