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Rolling my eyes, I stepped out of the car and slammed the door. I readjusted my bag on my shoulder and straightened the front of my uniform.

I could not believe I was here.

Really. I literally had trouble grasping that this wasn't some bad dream.

In front of me, sprawling across the lawn of the school, was something like 200 dark-skinned people. Dark skin, dark hair. Indians. Native Americans. Quileute.

And me, with dark red hair, pale - I was completely opposite from all of them. Like taking a picture and inverting the colors. I was like their negative.

I couldn't believe I was here.

As I walked forward, I half-expected to find my vision placed where it hadn't been, watch the grains of grass hitch back and become the walls of my bedroom. My real bedroom, not that poor excuse for a room that I lived in now, down the road. As I expected, people stared like nothing I've ever seen. I passed girls and boys, all dark-complected, their eyes glued to my face. Some people even had the audacity to quickly turn to their neighbors and whisper behind their hands.

For what felt like the millionth time that morning, I rolled my eyes.

I don't know why we even had to come here. I mean, I knew the reason. I understood her obligation, but I don't know why I had to be dragged along. Or why I couldn't just be home-schooled. Wasn't it enough that I lived in a town full of opposites, now I had to go to school with them, too?

"Betrayal" isn't the right word, but it's the first thing that comes to mind.

I continued walking, trying to keep the scowl off of my face. Rummaging through my pocket to find my class schedule, I felt completely out of place.

I pulled it out and uncrumpled it. The first line, below my name and locker, read "Tribe History, room 120."

"Are you kidding me?" I scoffed loudly, shoving the schedule back into my bag.

That was just great. Already, I'm sure, people were scoffing and wondering why someone like me was attending a school I shouldn't be attending - but now I had to take it in double because I was signed up to take Tribe History.

To a tribe that, you know, I don't even belong to.

I could NOT believe I was here.

Sighing, I stood up straight, and walked forward to meet my doom.