Authors Note: Here's number four. Six to go. A nice break from the new style I tried going back to the basics. :)
The girls at the academy don't have these things.
No servants.
No palace.
No courtyard.
No power.
They live underneath.
They live underground.
They live in a hole.
As do I.
"You're really pretty." said the little acrobat girl.
"I like your style." said the dreary one.
"You have the prettiest dresses." say the others.
"They lie." says Mother.
She tells me things.
"Azula behave, Azula sit still."
"Azula relax, Azula be nice."
"Azula don't yell, Azula apologize."
"Your eyes are like mine."...
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