A girl the age of 15 stood on the edge of a school building roof. She was deep within Saudi Arabia even though she had the lightly tanned skin and dark brown hair cut in an American fashion. She wore a green tank top with a green plaid miniskirt and a light gray open jacket. Her hair was partially pulled back with a silver barrette and she wore high heeled shoes which laced up her legs. A blue band with a silver plate with a swirl on it was on her waist as a belt almost. She petted the small white fox next to her as she looked at the school building, waiting. "It's almost time..." She mumbled. Just then, the girl heard the fire alarms sound. "It's here..." The girl said as she stood up with the white fox. Flames began to race out the building windows are girls covered from head to toe in clothes ran out in a panic. The girl looked down as the guards stopped a girl no older than twelve from exiting. She stuck out from the rest because she had no head veil. As the rest of the kids exited, that one was shoved back into the building and had the door locked behind her. "That's the one..." The older girl said to the fox. She gave a sigh. "Kakashi had better be learning Arabic with the kids..." She said as she and the fox jumped down.
The guards immediately turned around. They gave a quick glare at her 'inappropriate attire' and started to attack her. The girl swiftly made many signals with her hands.
"Clone jutsu." She mumbled. As the words rolled off of her tongue, ten copies of her and her fox emerged. The many clones held off the guards as the girl kicked down the door. The twelve year old was huddled on the ground, hugging her legs close to her. "Come on." she said, picking up the younger girl. She exited and the many cloned vanished. "Later." She said, holding up a peace sign. Just then, she ran almost lightning fast into the desert.
The young girl had a look of absolute horror on her face. 'Who is this girl?' She thought. 'How does she run so fast?' She silently wondered as the world went by at a nerve-racking speed.
The girl screeched to a halt in front of a car in the middle of the desert. The girl put the younger child in the passenger seat. "Buckle your seat belt." She said in Arabic as her fox jumped on the center console.
"Who are you?" The twelve year old asked in Arabic.
The older girl turned to the younger girl. "My name is Erika." The older girl replied. "Your new American teacher." Erika said as she put her foot on the gas pedal. "And I am told you are Hala." Erika said, still in Arabic.
The young girl looked at Erika. "You're right." Hala replied. "But how did you know that?" She asked.
Erika gave a small smile. "You don't need to know that yet..." Erika replied. "Now go to bed Hala." Erika replied. Hala nervously sunk into the seat and closed her eyes.