my trail of tears

So I got writers block for my other story so I going to post a short story I did in 7 grade when we were learning about indians and the trail of tears this a short short story. Comment vote fan

My Trail Of Tears

My name is saguwa I am 10 years old I am a cherokee indain. My day started  while mama cleaned and papa went to work I keep little bear under-control.but that day soon became the worst day of my life. The sun was high in the sky when these to light to be pale Men came on broad horses as me and little bear were in the bushes playing I ran into the house with little bear.I saw moma packing everything her hands could grab.I was in shock I couldn't move I felt numb all over every thing was happening to fast. Little bear still clinging to my arm ask were are we going.moma said on a trail to over new home she tried to sound cheerier but it ended with her voice sounding lifeless there was no meaning in her words 

Her eyes started to water as she turned away from us.then papa came in and was running around like moma giving me things and rushing. everything went still when we heard the banging at the door.four men came in and was throwing us outside into a pack full of people.people were shouting and kids were crying. I didn't shout or cry I just absorbed what was happening around me.then I felt something wet on my arm. I looked down and it was little bear weeping on my arm I looked at him and told him that I would not let  Nothing happen to him I toke an oath and crossed my heart.it still pains me now till this day to know I wasn't able to keep that promise.the frist week was horrible and the men with the guns made it worst the weather was so cold. Moma told me to stay away from the wagons unlike some family's we. Just had a horse and two mule's.moma told me  that we should thank the gods because some family's had to carry there things on there back.as we traveled more and more things became unknown. And colder and colder.moma was telling the truth when she said to stay away from the wagons.the day after she told us a little girl about two years older then me fell under the wagon not only did the horse get her but the wheels did too. There was a cry then there was no sound at all.quick but painful I heard my father say with. A pain expression. But that wasn't the worst part part. The worst part. Is when we couldn't stop to put her in her ground the pale man made it hard to go near her.the father was all beaten up. Cause the men beat him to the ground. He couldn't near her at all.moma kept us closer then.i was never hungry. Moma always made sure we ate morning noon and night.we now traveled a very long time the cold was bad but it wasn't as bad as my stomach felt it was if claws. Were gripping my insides you could see. My bones. But little bear was worst.little bear was never skinny he was plumped. And had blushed cheeks and big brown eyes and had that childish sparkle in them he had a whole lot of heart. And big dreams.what I saw now sicken me more then how my stomach felt.his eyes were not brown or had that sparkle anymore they were black empty and all you saw was pain.his face wasn't plump and his cheeks weren't blushed anymore but was sucked into his face all you say was his bones now he was. Fragile to touch he bruised so easily. I remembered the tears of pain moma had for not being able to touch her baby.were was my blushed face. Big brown eyed brother my partner in all my crimes.the boy who worshipped the ground i walked on and held on to every word I said.and then I remembered the day when we toke berries from momas bowel then taking it to our spot in the woods but I had to share cause he ate his on the way.the washing the evidence in the river.that thought sickened me how could god do this .that night little bear died in my arms he was just 6 I screamed.I ran into the woods the branches tearing my skin then i stopped I looked at the sky it was full of stars.that made me remember when moma let us sleep outside outside we were staring at the stars.when he turned to me and with those curious brown eyes and asked what were the dots in the sky. I had to think for a minute I didn't know myself.so I told them they were strong and brave chiefs and warriors who died in battle.he jumped up and play as if he was a brave warrior going off to battle I was rolling in tears.then he told me that he would protect me. From the enemy so I played as if I was scared and then glad that he saved me.he then said that we would be together forever and that I was the best sister in the whole tribe and he love me more the hunting with father then we made a hand shake to to make it a deal.I dropped down to the snow not caring that it was cold I screamed to the sky pleading tears running down my cheeks . I kept shouting why him why not me he was so young.the pain kept gripping me breaking me down. When he would have nightmares I would chase them away and when he cried I wiped those away he got hurt when I kissed it it was all better.why couldn't I do that now.I knew he was gone and was never coming back he was in the stars now.the pain kept hitting like rocks and it was if my flesh was being torned.how could I live with out my little brother you ask things out of no were .before I know it I was being carried I kicked to try to get out but I was to weak. When I gave up I hope I fell asleep.I woke up in your tent with the fire going the numbness was still there but was going away. I didn't know how long I was sleep I woke back up and saw papa sitting on the other side.I looked around and saw moma.but what I saw was not my moma looking in her eyes remained me of little bear skin colorless bones just lying there .my father gave me a caring look.he wasn't good with words. He toke action left the talking for latter.what I saw now was something weak and powerless.he just sat there like a dead man while moma died slowly in her pain and sorrow. I would not let this happen to us but what could I do.it was so much.later on moma died with her eyes opened my last look at her was when she was in pain.that was the first time I saw water come from popas eyes.so many of our people were gone.my once happy proud people were powerless hungry and scared.I grew sick high fever pains ever were my dad couldn't take it .he wasn't human anymore he was never the same lifeless with out a want need or motive we all were . We were soon free kinda .but what I witnessed I will never forget it. So many lives. I still her the cry's. Body's so many bodies the suffering of the people still in my memory.my name is saguwa I am a cherokee indian that is my trail of tears.

So this is a story I wrote when I was in 7 grade and we learning about Indians not all the facts are right like I don't know what they called there parents or. If they had one or more gods its fiction.I wrote this story to show I felt about what I was learning I was very angry humans being treated like animal wrost it makes me made to think about it .its just so wronge like I said some of the facts aren't write I wrote this out of anger I didn't take the time to look things up. I really don't know what song would fit this strong I just it would be an powering song what do you think what song with fit this story vote comment fan.