"clark gets whipped" excuse me?

Let’s just say it made Robert wet at the mere sight of it.

My birth was a mistake. A Fire Nation blood with dark blue eyes. Too shameful. My parents tried to keep this a secret. So they skipped every traditional celebration, every birthday, and locked me up in a room. I barely knew my father's face until I was nine. The only person I was familiar with was my mother. She came everyday to teach me literacy and etiquette. "They said eyes are the window of our soul. Don't let people enter it freely, Mai.” Mother always made sure I knew how to control my emotions and never let anyone, anyone look into my eyes. Especially for me. That was why I have thick blunt bangs, she said I could hide my eyes when my emotions got out of control. And that was how I was raised. Blended into the shadow, like the dark side of the moon.