It was another boring, grey day.

Classes, studying, narrowly avoiding getting his head shoved in a locker by Jet (again), more classes, doodling in his notebook, zoning out, getting yelled at for zoning out, more classes, staring out the window.

The autumn leaves didn’t even have the decency to fall yet, so the trees just all look drab and boring.

It’s just one of those days. The same as every single other day.

Sokka sighs, poking at his lunch. Nothing ever happens here.

He envies Dad. Has a cool uniform, lives on a ship, gets to see the world outside of this boring little…

….

Wait.

A new face? A transfer student? In the middle of the semester? That’s new. That’s, like, something that never happens. Ever. This is movie levels of ’never happening ever’.

Immediately, Sokka gets up, narrowly avoiding spilling the contents of his tray as he weaves through the benches and plops his ass right beside the new student. He tries to school his expression to be less ‘about-to-jump-out-of-his-own-skin-with-giddiness’, though he’s pretty sure it doesn’t work. His grin is still ear-to-ear. He has to grip his own thigh just to keep his leg from bouncing. He probably looks like a lunatic.

“What’s up?”

That’s cool. That’s smooth. Right?

With a flourish, he extends a hand to the new student. “I’m Sokka, rhymes with Okka, ‘cause I’ll rock ya.”