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   Majida stays up in the tree as she watch the guards search for her, right now Majida is regretting wearing a skirt. She doesn't know what gave her the strength to fight back with the guard. It was like something in her snap, she couldn't stand being controlled. She stayed still as a statue, not trusting herself to not make any noise.

   "Make sure you search clearly, the King wants this girl." the guards deep voice was loud in clear. "And make sure she's alive. The King will deal with her the way he please."

  Majida's breath hitch, she felt she couldn't breathe. Her heart leap in fear, her stomach tighten. Every joint and bone in her body was lock in the crouching position Majida was in.

    A rustling against the leaves caught Majida's attention, along with the guards.

   "Damn it." she swore silently. Majida knew, than and there, her jig was up.

  A squirrel runs out the tree downward to the ground.

   "It's just a squirrel, boss." one of the guards said. Majida visually relax.

   "Wait, I think I see someone." another guard alert the rest.

   Majida doesn't know what to do. There are trees around her, maybe she can jump.

   "Someone start climbing," the guard boss order them.

   She'll have to do it quick. Majida stands up, her bones crack; from the lack of movement.

  Majida, without thinking, jumps.

  Rehema reads the paper that is assign to her family.

  RUTO.

Rehema knows that stuck up family. She use to work for them before they let her go. Claims her cleaning wasn't good enough, she'd like to see them do some cleaning. And their daughter...

  Just thinking that made her feel worse. She doesn't even know what their doing to her daughter. Rehema set her jaw, and clench her hand into a fist. Tears threaten to come out. Her heart breaks every time she thinks of what had happen, how helpless she felt.

  She wants to scream and let her frustration out on something or even someone.

 Majida feels as if the world is in slow motion. She struggles to get oxygen into her lungs. If she can't reach the other tree, she'll die. Her life is on the line, her arms swing out and grabs the thick branch.

  But she's slowly slipping of the tree. She can't get a good grip on the tree. Majida clench her teeth as she dig her fingernails into the tree branch. But that's not enough, she tries to push herself up with her feet, but her boots can't get a good grip.