Hello, my name is Malik Catahecassa. I am a fourteen year old Native American (yes we do still exist). I lost my dad at the age of seven, so now I live with my aunt, Saqui Millaray, my dad's sister in-law.
She is the best Aunt anyone could ask for. She has treated me like her own son even though I have given her tons of reasons not to. I have to admit I am a troubled kid. I am addicted to an old Native American drug called peyote. My aunt has tried helping me get out of its clutches, but I really don't want to give it up. All that aside she loves me and I love her and without her I don't know what I would do.
I attend Yankey Academy For Troubled Individuals. Now I know what you are thinking man this kid must be "special". For one thing no I am not that kind of special I just get into trouble a lot and it isn't even my fault, most of the time. For example; I once asked a police officer if I could hold his gun and he gave it to me but he said I stole it from him. Then there was the other time I told my teacher to go screw herself and she immediately embedded a screw into her hand and then told the principle that I stabbed her with it. Now do you believe me? No, well you are going to change your mind.
A little info about Yankey Academy and my life there. Yankey Academy is a stay in private school so we each have our own rooms with one to two other roommates so, of course I have two racist jocks for roommates. They both play on our school's football team and wouldn't have passed any of their classes without me. They make me do all of their homework and cheat for them on all of their tests. Now, I didn't tell an adult about this because: A) no one will believe me over two football stars for our school, and B) I will just get the living crap beaten out of me.