The Final Four (Avatar, the last airbender)

Chapter 4

I offered the clerk the money needed and she in turned handed me the key card to the room and pointed me towards the stairs. I carried my few bags upstairs and found the door to my room. I Swiped the card and walked inside, closing the door behind me and setting my bags down on the counter. The first thing I did was pull out the simple black tank top and pink pajama pants and headed too the bathroom. I immediately started the shower, stripped, and stepped right in. 

The burning sensation felt wonderful against my chilled skin and I sighed in contentment. I grabbed the bar soap from the side of the shower and washed my pale skin, getting all the grime, dirt, and blood off my body. I then proceeded to wash my hair, first with shampoo, and then the conditioner. When the water started to cool down I stepped out of the shower and pulled a towel around me. I cleared the steam off of the mirror and stared at my reflextion in the mirror. Long pale, almost white blonde locks stuck to my creamy white skin. I had always hated my weird features. My eyes were big and my forehead small, making my eyes almost look buggish. My nose, though small and straight, had one nostril slightly bigger than the other. My lips were full but small and paler than the average persons. Instead of being a rosey pink color, they were barely pink, looking faded and they were slightly chapped.

My hair, though could be considered my biggest defining feature for the weird natural color of it and the slight curl at the ends, was often hard to maintain and became greasy and ratty easily. The only feature about myself that I didn't personally bag on, was my skin. People often told me that I was too pale, that I needed more sunshine, but I always like my skin. It was smooth and soft and didn't have a blemish. Rarely did I ever have any zits and though I could give most credit to that for my healthier eating habits because of figure skating, I also liked to think my skin was just blemish resistant. 

Though I could often find problems with my face, I could also admit to myself that it would probably be considered beautiful by many I suppose. However even I could admit that it wasn't just the raging self-consciousness of a young girl that caused me to be insecure about my body. I didn't have the petite, delicate build most girls had. Sure I was skinny, and at times it seemed my skin stretched thin over my bones, but I had the build of an athlete. Years of gymnastics, soccer, figure skating, ballet, and even a little trapeze training here and there made sure of that. It also left little room for the more womanly part of a body. 

Often times woman athletes had to wear sports bras to keep there boobs from giving them a black eye, but it was never something I had to worry about because I barely managed to be a B-cup. I suppose my curves weren't all bad and might've even been considered pretty good in comparison to some girls but it still left much to be desired on my part. The only physical attribute of my body I found myself okay with my legs. They were long and slender but also lean. 

I supposed overall it wasn't hard to look at me, I certainly kept myself normally clean and kept but my features remained either too underdeveloped or too weird for my liking. Realizing I left my new bra and underwear outside I stepped out in my towel to retrieve them but the second I shut the bathroom door shut behind me, I felt a tug on my arm and my back being thrown into the wall and a small yelp escaped my lips. I met narrowed brown eyes. 

"Is your name Kairi Silversteen?" The voice asked lowly, and it was a masculine voice that rumbled. I didn't know how to respond, my heart pounding against my chest at the startle and so I simply nodded fervently, eyes wide. He stepped back, giving me room to breathe and I got a better look at him. It was easy to tell he was of asian descent but probably not fully, more like half. His hair was jet black and cropped short and he wore all black. His lips were drawn set in a hard line as he stared at me. 

"Are you sure?" He asked quietly and the teenage smart alec in me wanted to snap back that I should know my own name, but this guy looked like he was not meant to be messed with and so I held my tongue and nodded once more.