I Am Pocahontas

Replaced, bish

Author's note: This story is dedicated to Ms.Engelmann's 6/7 LA class 2014/2015. Vote for this chapter if you were in that class and remember: WE'RE ALL IN THIS TOGETHER!!!!

Pocahontas: Hello Samantha
Sam: Hello Pocahontas
Sam: You mean Pocahontas not Samantha
Pocahontas: Oh are you Pocahontas? I thought I was Pocahontas
Sam: Bish you've been replaced
Pocahontas: But I sing with all the voices of the mountains
Sam: But there are no mountains where I live, so I sing with all the voices of the hills
Pocahontas: Are you retarted? Hills don't have voices.
Sam: And neither do mountains. You're high af bish.
Pocahontas: I've never touched a drug a day in my life
Sam: Well, we all know you're lying because my history books say that they grew tobacco in Jamestown
Pocahontas: Well, that's not a drug
Sam: I believe it's a drug. It's has the drug nicotine in it. I googled it to make sure.
Pocahontas- Well, I-
Sam: If you think you can paint with all the colors of the wind, you're on drugs.
Pocahontas: But I'm not.
Sam: Don't lie.
Pocahontas: I wouldn't dare lie.
Sam: Yes you would. You told John Smith that you'd always be with him, but in the second movie, you ran off with that f*ckboy John Rolfe. Even after John Smith risked his life trying to save yo sorry a**. If that ain't lying, I don't know what it.
Pocahontas: But I love John Rolfe
Sam: You just be playing. You said the same thing to Smith.
Pocahontas: But-
Sam: And in all your fan fictions, you're just running back to Smith.
Pocahontas: That's-
Sam: No
Pocahontas: I-
Sam: Shut up
Pocahontas: But I-
Sam: I said shut up.
Pocahontas: BUT YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO SAY THOSE THINGS TO ME
Sam- Yes, I do. We have freedom of speech.
Pocahontas: Since when?
Sam: Since after you died and the colonies defeated the British.
Pocahontas: Wait, I'm dead?
Sam: Yup for 398 years. I did the math.
Pocahontas: Jeez, you'd think someone could break the news of someone finding out they're dead a little softer.
Sam: I don't sugarcoat it, hun.
Pocahontas: Wait a minute. If I'm dead, then how are you talking to me?
Sam: There is a fifth dimension beyond that which is known to man. It is a dimension as vast as space and as timeless as infinity. It is the middle ground between light and shadow, between science and superstition, and it lies between the pit of man's fears and the summit of his knowledge. This is the dimension of imagination. It is an area which we call the Twilight Zone.
~The End~