Pocahontas Now

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School was an immense struggle in the mornings of my one story house. My father would have to attempt to fill my lunch bag with the few things that sat uneaten in our small pantry. Dad also had to reason with me since I never wanted to leave the doorstep for this reason.

"When it comes to everything else you want to leave!" He tried.

"But that's not to go to this dump!!" I said louder than him.

And then he would ruin me with: "Please, for your mother". My mother died when I was six, seven years ago. She never got to see me grow up into who I am today, an adventurer. I instantly got up, trying to avoid the hurt look that would always be planted on his face when he had to bring mother into this. I pulled my thin, white, long-sleeve shirt on and hoisted my pleated skirt above it. I fastened my old tie on and slid my covered feet into my shoes. I always checked for food even though there was hardly ever any to eat, so I once again rushed out of the door after giving Powhatan a yell of goodbye.