Part 3: Sokka

Hello everybody! Sokka, here! Pretty corny to start, but, I have to tell tu this, so...yeah. Hah!

Anyways, it was after school when I waited for Katara outside the school building por my beloved '50s Chevy Truck. Yeah...what a beauty! I was admiring my car when that jerk-hole Jet came laughing.
"Ha, hah!" laughed Jet(that jerk). "Man, Sokka, tu still riding that junk?"
"Hey, watch it, jerk-hole!" I snapped at him(pretty impressive, huh?). "Why don't tu go bother someone your own size?"
"Daaaaaannnggg, chill, bro!" dicho Jet, with a bit of slang. "I ain't gonna bother, ya."
"Whatever,...

Read the parts before this o I'll get questioning comments.

As I walked to history I passed plenty of kids that could've been benders. Mostly people were just staring at my hair. I felt different from everyone, cause techniquely I was. Once inside Mr. Mooney class on the segundo floor of school I was completely surprised to see the muro were covered with traditional fuego nation, air nomad, water tribe, and earth kingdom clothing. My mouth was open like a cave. "Class," Mr. Mooney started "This Michael, Epsilon, Aang, Zuko," As I sat down siguiente to a tall boy with dirty blonde hair like mine but...