#maimiscalculated

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Azula left the headmaster's office with the royal procession, she had just finished all the paper work and was now an official student of The Royal Fire Academy for Girls. Her caretaker gave her a list of mind numbingly obvious instructions: 'Don't be late, raise your hand, remember the students are not your servants, pay attention, take notes, no burning people on your first day...' Did he think she was stupid? Azula knew how to work a crowd, how to handle peers, the only thing she couldn't handle was the cafeteria's food - gross. Once he fully believed she was ready to go to her first class he gave told her to be waiting at the steps after class to be taken back to the Fire Palace. "Yes, fine.. can I go now?" she said, not trying to hide her annoyed tone in the slightest. He had a worried look, and absentmindedly touched his cheek where she had singed him on their way earlier that morning and nodded. "Then you can go now!" she said, waving them off.

Needless to say, Azula was not happy about being made to attend public school. She didn't care if it was the most prestigious one in the fire nation, there was nothing these batty old teachers could tell her that she couldn't learn from the Archives or the Elders back home. It was all part of her mum's plan to 'socialize her'... meaning change her... make her a tame little chick like her brother Zuko. Azula was NOT Zuko, she was strong... she had talent... she was incredible.