It was a dark grey morning. It was a different setting for Luke Baker. He was used to the always sunny mornings, dressing up in his best shorts and favourite t shirt.
"Luke get up!" His father called from downstairs.
His house was relatively okay, concidering it was just the two of them. It was a two story house, with two bedrooms, a guest room. A bathroom, a shower, a living room and a back garden . The Cherokee liked to live simple lives and this was as close to simple they could get.
At seventeen he didn't even know how to use a stove or a washing machine. His dad said they didn't need to know things like that. That they should follow the life of their ancestors.
"Luke! Breakfast is getting cold!"
"I'm coming!" Luke called, pulling on a pair of pants and a lose t shirt. He ruffled his short light brown hair. He hated his skin. It was so pale it looked like he was sick. His eyes were a stormy blue-green colour and he had two full lips. His dad on the other hand was tall tan and handsome even at 50.
His dad was Cherokee while his mother who had run off with another man, was Quileute. He got teased a lot for being "halfcast" so moved to La Push, Washington, knowing that there was a reservation there. Today was his first day at school and Luke was dreading it.
Luke quickly brushed his teeth, washed himself and then walked downstairs where his father was eating at the table.
50 year old Keith Baker. Retired restaurant owner and now working in a downtown cafe.
Luke guessed it was an okay pay and all, enough to keep this shabby old thing since he didn't work himself.
"Your food is cold..." Dad said as he looked at his son's face.
"And what the fuck is that on your face?"
"Its eyeliner dad. It helps hide the scars on my eyes..."
"You have no fucking..."
"Dad you almost beat me shitless two days ago. I don't want to be teased on the first day of school," Luke said, sitting down to eat his food.
His dad sighed and ran a hand through his dyed black hair.
"I'm sure the rez school isn't that bad. They're all Quileute so that's good I guess..." He rambled on.
Luke didn't hear him. He hoped he couldn't get teased. He wanted to be among his kind. But he'd soon find out, how different these kids were.