Not About Angels

If Eyes Could Speak

Sokka honked his car horn, signaling for his little sister, Katara, to hurry up. She had assured him she'd meet him in the car in a few minutes, but was now taking far too much time for his taste. It was only the first day of school and he had no intention of being late.

He continued to beep the horn until he saw her scrambling out of the door and running toward the car. She got into the passenger's seat and put her stuff in the back.

"The honking was excessive," she said as she put her seatbelt on.

"The amount of time you took was excessive," Sokka retorted.

Katara rolled her eyes.

"What took you so long, anyway?" Her brother asked as he pulled out of the driveway.

"Gran Gran," she replied.

Following their mother's passing, their grandmother had moved in with them to help lighten their father's load of suddenly becoming a single dad.

"More crap about witches?" Sokka asked.

All summer, their grandmother had been telling Katara all of these stories of how they were allegedly descended from very powerful witches.

"It's not crap, Sokka. It's our lineage. But yeah, pretty much," Katara replied.

Sokka shrugged.

"You don't actually believe in any of that stuff, do you?" he asked.

Sokka always considered himself a logical person. He was a man of science. He believed that everything had some logical explanation. He wasn't one to subscribe to beliefs about ghosts or psychics or anything at all paranormal.

Katara sighed and looked out the window.

"I don't know. She says I'm psychic. I know it sounds insane, but what if it's true?" she asked.

"Okay Raven Baxter," Sokka teased. "Predict something."

Katara, actually taking this somewhat seriously unlike her brother, closed her eyes and tried to clear her mind.

"I️ see..." she began before being cut off by a loud thud.

When she opened her eyes, it appeared as though a large crow hit the car. This caused Sokka to serve off of the road.

"Katara, are you okay?" he asked as soon as the car came to a stop.

Katara nodded.

"It's okay. I'm fine," she replied.

"It was like a bird or something. It came out of nowhere," Sokka said.

Katara exhaled, still reeling from what had just happened. She then turned to face her brother and looked him the eyes.

"I️ predict that we're going to have a great year. We're gonna heal, and we're gonna be genuinely happy," she said.

Sokka gave a gentle smile and nodded in agreement.

The rest of the car ride was mostly silent. When the got out of the car in the school parking lot, Katara waved at Jet.

They made brief eye contact before Jet looked away without really acknowledging her.

"Great. He hates me," Katara asserted.

Sokka shook his head.

"Nah, he doesn't hate you. He's just upset cause you dumped him," Sokka replied.