THE REAL NATIVE PRINCESS (Television series)

Mother's best-friend, sigh.

The Greyhound bus ride took forever. I still don't understand why she's sending me here! Life on the 'rezz was just getting fun. I guess grieving changes you. She's been a cracker since grams died. I can tell you this, I don't like Vancouver. But I like her new boyfriend less. So... here I come, Vancouver.

The bus pulls up and Nova walks down the narrow, steep steps which, in her imagination, lead her into a live, action video-game. She walks on the cracks of the pavement, picturing her mom's back cracking just like at her chiropractor's office. Hah! That's what you get for being this mean to me!

Maybe it was the constant roar of engines or the clamoring of busy, white people, that caused Nova to push the escape button and return to reality. The scent of exhaust burned her nostrils. The alleyway behind her gave a back-waft scent of urine and garbage mixed by the damp, ocean breeze. With little time to adjust, she closed her eyes and lifted her head up to her familiar sky... only to abruptly awoken by the audacious heights of the skyscrapers who appeared to be glass and concrete monsters making the seventeen year old dizzy. 

"Nova? Nova is that you? You have grown. You're the spitting image of your mother," an older First Nation woman dressed in a fashionable blazer, skinny jeans, holding a laptop bag close to her chest. Her words were harmonic with her soft, silky voice popping out of her full, red lips. She was no ordinary women, at least, not like from the 'rezz. Nah... she seemed different. 

"Yup. Who are you?" Nova wrinkles her face up to appear strong and assertive, after all, she heard all about these city folk and their carousing ways. Gramma taught her good!

"Why, I am Scarlett. You can call me, Aunt Scarlett. You will be staying with me for the duration of this school year.  Come, let's go home." Her smile was soft and spoke comfort to the tired teen. Not waiting for a reply, Aunt Scarlett stood on the paver of the sidewalk, stuck her arm up in the air and waved down a taxi. Nova was shocked, figuring that this lady must be crazy for trying to kill herself while yelling at cars passing her by.

"Well, don't just stand there silly, grab your suitcase. Where's the rest of your luggage?" Aunt asks the teen.

"This is it." she replies.

"Well, when we get home, we will go online and choose a wardrobe more appropriate for 'this type of weather' so don't worry. We'll take care of this."

Well, laa-dee-da. This should be interesting. I'll give it three days... then I will find a way home.