I looked up at the house in front of me. Can you say small? I'm from new York city. Now my dad dropped me here, to live with the tribe. Great, hello moccasins. He wants to drop me here? Fine. But no way in HELL am I going to the freakin council meetings like the people I'm living with. They scared me. The one guy is easily 200 lbs. and has muscles like a body builder. And the woman, has a scar on the side of her face. Got mauled by a bear. Just great, I'm going to die. Damn the reservation. Damn dad. Damn freakin everything. My life sucks. Mom died, and my brother, Nate, died with her. Of course, no one here cares.