...ack." said the hippy in a slow moving, mellowed out voice. "thanks man, peace." said katara as she shook his hand and walked away.
She found the tea house in the very last building on the street. It was a old home, widows were broken up top and the chimney look as if it would fall any second. The front desk was covered in the most buatafull fabric she has ever seen. The house was small, only a few people were walking its halls. The lady in the back of the desk must have been over 70 years her hands look frail as she wrote on the parchment in front of her. "umm mam, do you now were i can find a person who can get me some ganja?" said katara who was afraid that she would be narked on. "oooo you must be looking for the girl in the next room, dear, she came i one day and made a deal with us to sell and we wouldn't get mad." she said in a frail voice.
As Katara walked in the room with a fire place in the corner, filled with small chairs and a few baths. There was a girl in the corner with a he robe on. "uuumm can i have a zip?" said katara without the robe wearing girl knowing she was there. The girl creamed and jumped, turning around fast with a knife in one hand. "Don't sneak up on me!" she screamed. "Katara!" said Azula as she flung around. "AZULA!!" screamed katara. Azula yelled for the old lady to lock the door. Katara tried running but it was no use. Azula grabbed he by the hair and pulled her onto a chair tieing her up to it. "what...