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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 seconde floor of school I was completely surprised to see the uithangbord were covered with traditional brand 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 volgende to a tall boy with dirty blonde hair like mine but...
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