Sukka Week-BlitzIt was March 19th, one of the saddest days of Suki's almost 23 year old life. Sokka had been forced to join the Army, and he had no choice of course, but to leave her safe at home. She didn't want to be safe. She didn't want to be at home. She wanted to be with Sokka.
On that day she couldn't stop crying, and eventually, the crying was turned into sobs.
"You know I'll come back right?" Sokka said. She could see that he was tearing too, and she knew that anytime soon he would start to cry as well.
"What if you don't? What if..I never see you again?!" She threw her arms around him, sobbing into his chest, soaking his camouflage shirt. He didn't seem to mind, as he stroked her auburn hair.
"Don't say that. Never say that. You know I would never leave you alone like that."
"It just...hurts" Suki said, holding him tight.
"I know. I know..." She knew it would come...tears rolling down his cheeks as he squeezed his eyes shut.
This was it. She wouldn't see him for quite some time now.
Sukka Week-Duet"Suki, we need to get you dressed for your piano recital!" Said the mother of Suki, a big eyed little 6 year old who had just been watching Elmo.
"But Mommy, my teacher told me I hafta play with anover guy from my class" Suki pointed out, not too happy about that situation.
"Honey, we don't have time, and besides, you're gonna be better than anyone there" Her mother graced her with convincing words.
"Fine" Suki said, slipping on a lilac purple cotton dress with a florescent green bow in the front. She picked out her black flats for shoes, and her mother pulled her hair into a pony tail, leaving a few strands dangle.
"Lets go, we're gonna be late!" Her mother pulled her out the door, and into the car.
"Sokka, you know you can't just wear jeans and a t-shirt" Hakoda said.
"Yes. I. Can!" Sokka, an 8 year old boy with tan skin, blue eyes pouted.
"Sokka, it's a piano recital, they expect you to wear fancy clothes, ok? just wear one of your nice shirts, and your black jeans"
Sukka Week-Power'What do you want for dinner?" Suki shouted, running through a crowd of loud people on the street.
"Uhh...Chinese" Sokka said, calling from their apartment.
"Chinese it is. Did you already order?"
"I'll pick it up on the way. Love you"
"Love you too" Suki hung up and shoved her out-of-style Nokia cell phone into her large purse.
She hurried through the New York streets, trying to reach the nearest bus stop.
She set down her bags on the bench and sighed deeply. The bus wouldn't be here for another 10 minutes. She plopped down on the bench, despite the fact of it's fithy condition. She grimaced when she realized she might have been sitting in something nasty.
Suddenly, a harmonic noise came from inside her messy purse, and she dug inside it to find her ugly cell phone.
It was a text message from Katara, who lived near Sokka and Suki's apartment building.
Blackout at our place It read. Suki furrowed her brow. That was strange.
She slowly typed in a respone, as she was the
Sukka Week-Humiliation"So Suki, what do you think we should do for the talent show?" Sokka, a 16 year old junior said to his girlfriend Suki, who was also in junior year.
"I don't know, Sokka. Talent shows aren't really...my sort of thing"
"Why not? They're fun!"
"I don't know...people don't really...enjoy me on stage"
"Well, I'll make them enjoy it! I'm going to make our act the best one in the show"
"Well, if I'm going to participate, I think it's kind of important that I know what we'll be doing"
"Oh, right." Sokka rubbed his chin.
"We could...do a dance?" Suki suggested, shrugging.
"But what kind of dance? It has to be something awesome!"
"I don't know...I don't know what dances there..are?"
"I got it! Tap dancing!" Sokka said, eyes wide.
"Tap dancing, oh no way. I couldn't tap dance for my life. And neither could you" She said, kissing his nose.
"I did tap dancing! ...when I was young..."
"Yeah, Sokka. Sure"
"I promise you Suki, we'll be the best act in the show!" Sokka replied, giving Suki a re