Welcome to The Cave of Dragonflies forums, where the smallest bugs live alongside the strongest dragons.
Guests are not able to post messages or even read certain areas of the forums. Now, that's boring, don't you think? Registration, on the other hand, is simple, completely free of charge, and does not require you to give out any personal information at all. As soon as you register, you can take part in some of the happy fun things at the forums such as posting messages, voting in polls, sending private messages to people and being told that this is where we drink tea and eat cod.
Of course I'm not forcing you to do anything if you don't want to, but seriously, what have you got to lose? Five seconds of your life?
I don't want to be a earthbender.
My parents say that it'll take time. That I'm only 12 and eventually I will be able to bend just like them. But… what's the point? I don't want to. I don't want to just be a little girl who is supposed to live up to their expectations. I like who I am.
I hate benders. Those bullies in school that bully the other non-bender kids applying bending like I have never seen before. They don't touch me, of course. They can't catch me. Not even the older ones. I run faster than all of them.
To others, I might seem like an average girl. Thin stature, short black hair, with pitch black pupils. I'm mostly seen in my orange water-resistant T-shirt and shorts. Just in case one of those water benders get lucky. Still, it feels really nice against my skin. I sometimes go for a few weeks without changing them. Eventually they get smelly and I have to, of course, but after they're clean I put them back on immediately. For some reason, my parents don't like this either. Especially my mum, who's a member of the police force, I thought she wouldn't approve of girly clothing. But no, she wants me to wear skirts and have long hair in a braid. "Jay, let's go shopping for some clothes!" she'd sometimes say to me. It stopped when it became apparent that I had no interest. It must have worked on my sister. Not like that got her anywhere. For all purposes, she doesn't exist anymore. I don't even remember what her face looks like. She doesn't deserve it after abandoning me and my parents at the age of 10. I was 3.
Back to my parents. I really think I'm dragging them down. Mum seriously considered joining that Kanzan guy when Dad kindly reminded her that I existed.
Right now, my goal in life is to stay quiet, study, and become a writer or accountant or musician or something. I don't expect anyone to understand what I feel. And if anyone wants to annoy me, and I can't avoid it by running, then they can meet my secret crossbow I have stashed under my bed. I'm just running out of bolts. Speaking of which, it's time to steal more.