Part 1: Katara

"Only a girl to mess things up!" shouted Sokka.
"Ugh! You're so sexist, Sokka!" I shouted back. "I'm embarrassed to be related to you!"
"Right back at ya, sis!" teased Sokka.
Yep, here we were. Standing outside of Sokka's 1950's blue Chevy truck(which use to be our Grandfather Pakku's truck, da the way.). The car broke, and the radio got busted; and Sokka is blaming me for this, as usual.
da the way, I'm Katara. I'm 15 years old, related to Sokka(unfortunately). Sokka is my brother, he's 16 and just got his license last week.

Now the conflict here is that, our mom asked Sokka drive me to school with him. He disagreed of course, but mom made him. Then, while he was drving, he turned on the radio and tuned into the Rap Musica station. I hate Rap, so I just asked him to change the station. He yelled at me saying it was his car and that he would do whatever he wants to! Let me tell you, if Suki was in my place, it would have been a whole different story!
So I just changed the station to some Pop music(which is waaaay better than Rap, in my opinion). The he started yelling and changing the station back to that horrible music, I changed back to my music. To make a long story short, it was a changing station war between Sokka and I, and then the radio got busted, Sokka got mad, and stepped on something that made the car break.
Just leave it to Sokka to make things worse.

"You could have walked to school, and leave me to drive Suki to school with me!" Sokka complained.
"But Suki detto she was walking to school with Jin, and it's the right thing for a brother to drive his sister to school with him!" I explained to him.
"And it is also the right thing for a sister to behave while her brother is driving and trying to listen to some music!!" yelled Sokka.
"You mean, horrible music." I corrected him.
"Rap, isn't horrible!" Sokka defended his Amore for Rap music. "It's a popolare genre of music!"
"A dumb genre if te ask me!" I mumbled.
"That's it! THAT'S IT!" Sokka yelled. "You're going to school alone! I don't care what mom said, my patience with te is up to here!"
He made a line with his hand across his forehead to mostra me where is patience level was.
da the time he detto that, I was boiling with fury!
My hands made became fists. I guess I was really mad because Sokka was looking at rather scared.
"Uh, Katara?" he called.
"FINE! I DON'T NEED TO GO TO SCHOOL ON YOUR STINKY CAR!! I CAN GET THERE ON MY OWN!! I DON'T NEED YOU!!! IN FACT, GO CALL SUKI, MAYBE SHE'LL HELP te PUSH THAT OLD CAR OF YOURS TO SCHOOL!! BUT NOT ME!!! te KNOW WHY?? BECAUSE EVER SINCE te GOT THAT JOB AS A CLERK AT SOME pesce STORE, I'VE BEEN DOING ALL OF THE CHORES AROUND THE HOUSE!!! DO te KNOW HOW YOUR SOCKS SMELLS LIKE? LET ME TELL YOU, NOT PLEASANT!!!" I screamed.
"Katara!" Sokka called again.
"NO! DON'T EVEN CALL MY NAME!!! I'M NOT GOING TO HELP te ANYMORE!! FOR NOW ON, YOU'RE ON YOUR OWN!!" I screamed and stomped my foot on the ground.
My whole body was shaking in fury. I closed my eyes and I felt a tiny tear rolling down my face. My chin quivered. When I opened my eyes, I realized Sokka was hugging me. I could smell his Axe deodorant on his cloths.
"I'm sorry, okay." he detto calmly. "I'm not embarrassed to be related to you. In fact, I'm proud to be related to you. You're smart, brave, and a great role model. You're the best little sister a brother would ever ask for!"
I looked up at him and smiled.
"Thanks." I croaked.
"Are te still gonna help me push the car to school?" he asked.
I let out a laugh.
"Of course." I smiled. "That's what sisters are for, helping idiot big brothers like you!"
He chuckled, and gestured me to follow him with his head. I followed him, and helped him push his blue Chevy truck all the way to Four Nations High.