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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

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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