the crash

by ginger is the bomd

i was walking one day when i seen a little girl sitting on the side of the road she was crying i asked her what was wrong she said that she was lost i asked her when the last time she saaw her parents were and she said they had died in a crash an hour ago

I woke up in the morning to the sound of beating drums and I new what was coming I grabbed my deer skin coat and rushed out the door of are teepee. I was scared that my father was going to die you see my father is the chief of chikasaw another tribe tried to claim our land and we were going to fight for it.