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d old Dad. He's made breakfast already. The sweet smell of panc
ungry lions are in there." I t
!" Dad calls again, voic
one of these days. I have always been lucky with my hair, it's rich and thick the only way a typical Navajo can have it. I love to consider my dark long hair as one of the lucky traits
remembering this. God knows half the kids in American high schools take History just to get grades good enough to get into college
nce we moved here and I love him for it. I show my gratitude by being responsible and dedicated to my studies. I even have an after-school job at Patty's Kitchen. That way I get to support us in my own little way
y I am late " I ki
l?" Dad replies in his m
t. Had to study for History
ad has the best words to warm my heart. I lean acr
ong to her older brother. "Stace" as I love to call her has been my friend since I came to Riverside. She is as loud as her engine, dyed blu
se pancakes from two blocks away.
" she says while flashing
you do?" Dad pours her
ou ready for 101?
my is a bore. History is plain tortur
e thrift watch on
class." I quickly drain what's left of my juice, reac
tudents and teachers hurrying to class this morning. I catch my reflection in the glass door and I can't help but marvel at the woman I am becoming. I have thick hips with a well-rounded behind. My full
Jeremy comes in. The class is as noisy as any American public High School can be. I think I sight Cute Chris
our school. Could he be a new student on transfer from ano
ur class?" Stacey le
the Greek gods escaped th
. He has the healthy complexion of one who spends a lot of time under the sun. The class is so sil
o words to capture its thick richness, deep baritone yet musically c
al and would be away for some time.
ster, your new teach