A/N: This story was inspired by the song "Come on Eileen." I was listening to it and this idea just popped into my head out of nowhere. Anyway, I hope you enjoy. And feel free to give me tips on how to improve my writing and ask questions if you feel that some things are a bit unclear. I'm always open to advice. Just no flames please. Enjoy! Oh and please review if you can! I'd like some feedback.

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Chapter One (I suppose)

Two years. Two long, life changing years. It's been two years since she was dumped into the odd spiritual scene. She's lived in the unfamiliar realm for two years, miraculously surviving without internet, hot showers, T.V, air conditioning, junk food, toilet paper—God, she never thought she'd yearn for something as boring as toilet paper—and various other hidden luxuries in her old homeland.

Anita held a dagger out in front of her, sharpening it with a rock. Then she gazed at her reflection in her mirror. The edges were cracked and it was a bit bleary, but she didn't care. She was just glad she was not the one to crack it. Seven years bad luck for breaking a mirror, right? At least that's what the superstition was back on earth. Earth. Was she still on earth? Or was she on another planet now? The answer she didn't know. All she knew was that she definitely was not in Kansas anymore.

Well, she wasn't to begin with. She was in Delaware, Wilmington to be exact. In the shady area. She had moved foster homes for the millionth time in her short sixteen years of living and has visited almost every state in mainland America. The home she was previously kicked out of was in the state of Oregon, for 'being a bad influence and a danger' to Monogram's (she had taken to calling her previous foster mother that because of her unibrow) kids. Which she most certainly was not. If anything they were a bad influence to her. And a major health hazard.

Ok, she'll admit she was a bit reckless but not to those two demon children's level. Those two suckers were the very embodiment of trouble.

Looking at the dagger in her hand, she was reminded of the time they had first met. Cory—the boy and also the elder of the two rascals—threw a kitchen knife at her, deciding to use her as target practice. He placed an apple at her head and threw the knife, narrowly missing her ear.

Now, before you call her stupid for even giving him permission to play that game with him, she didn't expect it at all. Cory was a cute little boy, only thirteen. She expected him to use a Nerf gun or even a BB gun, not a kitchen knife.

His little sister Kiera was a quiet one. She learned from her to always watch for the quiet ones. Anita couldn't remember exactly what she had done to even provoke the pretty little eleven year old, but one night while she was asleep, the little shit set her clothes on fire.

That was the last straw for Monogram. She was kicked out of that miserable place with nothing but an old photo, thankful that she kept it with her at all times.

And that's how she found herself in Wilmington, in the humble abode of Miss Tracee Rivera. Tracee was a sweet lady with a very alarming fascination with plastic water bottle caps. She was a special snowflake. Regardless of her oddity, she was kind to Anita and was a major step up from Monogram. Everything was great for a while, until exactly five months of living there.

Some random dude in a ski mask broke into Bottle Cap's (that was her nickname for Tracee) town house, trashing the whole place. Tracee had been busy speaking on the phone with who knows who, while Anita had been doing her history homework, when a loud and painfully obvious crash sounded in one of the bedrooms.

"Jesus, fuck." the intruder howled.

Bottle Cap abruptly stopped chattering and rang the police. A good twenty minutes later after the man had held them at gun point, the police came in.

And that was where her memories would go blank. She could still hear the man spitting threats at her and feel the weight of metal being jabbed into her skull and hear the deafening crash as the police broke down the door and feel the utter fear crawl under her skin, but she couldn't recall the events that followed.

Out of nowhere, she had found herself in the middle of a market place. Full of exotic people with bright green eyes and dark hair. Each and every one of them dressed in green. It was odd because they were all dressed in—in those clothes Asian people wore in those time-period Kung-Fu films. She had to be dead. That thug shot her dead. This couldn't be real. If she was dead, she wouldn't be standing in the middle of China or whatever Asian country this was. But deep in her mind she knew she wasn't. The city around her was too alive and busy for her to be dead. This had to be a joke, or maybe Tracee had gotten fed up with her and staged the whole scenario, drugged her, then shipped her off to China, literally...

She instinctively rummaged through her pockets, as if it held all the answers in the folds. All she had in her pockets was a pack of gum, three hair bands, the photo and a phone that didn't have reception. She tried calling Tracee but to no avail. She was stuck.

It was odd though...she swears she's seen this place somewhere before...on T.V., maybe in a movie...

She'll have to find out for herself then, and she did. The hard way.

"Hey, hey you." she had waved at a random bystander. The dude probed her form and eyed her countenance with curious green eyes.

"Can you tell me where I am?"

Green eyes looked at her as if she was crazy (which she probably was) but gave her an answer anyway, "Ba Sing Se. The last standing Earth Kingdom."

And that was when everything clicked into place. Ba Sing Se. Earth Kingdom. She watched this show as a kid! Memories of an animated character with large gray eyes, a bald head and a distinct blue arrow tattoo popped into her head.

This couldn't be real.

"Ow! What's that for?" she had yelped when the green eyed boy hurled a rock at her.

"I was just making sure that you were real. I've never seen a gypsy before."

Anita frowned at him. "I'm not a gypsy."

"Where you from, Gypsy?" He asked her, a broad grin on his young face. He couldn't have been more than nine years old. She wasn't going to under estimate him though. She's learned her lesson...

She pursed her lips in annoyance. She was not a gypsy. "I'm from—" and then she faltered and sighed. He wouldn't believe her. "I'm not from here."

That was where she explained her situation to Lee, the boy's name was. Well, not her actual situation. She told him she was an orphan, a victim of the Fire Nation. Oddly enough Lee believed her and offered her a place to stay, convinced that she was a victim of loss. His family was forced to seek refuge here, since his town was burned down. And due to other safety issues. It turns out she came in right towards the ending of the Hundred Years' War. Of course she wouldn't tell anyone of her knowledge; they would think she was mental or capture her for it. But she knew how it all ended. Ozai was defeated. Happy ending for all.

Except her. She thought when Aang defeated Ozai, she'd be able to go back home. But no, she was still here, a good few months after the war ended. Sitting in front of her cracked bleary mirror, a dagger in her hand, eyeing her long brown hair. Not that she had anything at home in the first place, but she didn't have anything here either. Ok, she had Lee and Sela and Gansu, but...

She brushed her fingers through the curly tangled mess that was her hair. It's grown to be down to her bum and she needed to cut it. With a firm grip on the dagger, and a gentle tug of her hair, she began hacking away until it was a poufy shoulder length mess.

She laughed at herself. Her hair looked ridiculous, yes, but she didn't care and she wasn't laughing because of that. The whole scene reminded her so much of Mulan when she chopped off her pretty hair to join the army. Foolish girl, she would kill to have straight hair.

"Anita! You're going to be late, again!" Sela called for her.

"Coming!"

With that, she pulled on her signature purple skirt and her white crop-top, thing. It was too hot to be in pants and long sleeved shirts.

A/N: A tad bit long for an introduction I know, but I felt it necessary to give her a back story. :P

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