Emily Keener P.O.V.
I was getting tired being in this Indian tribe. It was boring. I missed being with my brother Harley. I wondered where he was. I've been a member of the Wupon tribe for so long, I lost count. I felt like I was freaking Tiger Lily from Peter Pan. I wore this funny dress. I felt homesick. I was currently gathering some spice for the tribal leader. Why he needed me to collect spice was unknown. I went to an embankment to collect the spice. It was red in color. I was humming the song Big Rock Candy Mountain by Harry McClintock. That's one of my brother's favorite songs. He used to sing it to me when I was an infant.
I was collecting some spice. The air was musty. I wanted to escape from this slave facility. I wanted to find my brother. I was heading back to the tribal site, when I saw a woman who was standing there in the distance. She had blue hair. She was a vixen of some sort. I decided to run past her. I sprinted past the vixen woman. I made it to the camp. I kept running until I saw the chief leader. I spotted Chief Wamponaog just sitting there in his hut, meditating. I wanted to get out of this tribe. I was starting to feel bored with me joining a tribe. I desperately wanted to find my brother Harley.
"Chief Wamponoag. I want to leave this tribe." I said to the wolf tribal leader.
"Why do you want to leave my tribe? Is our hospitality not good enough for you?" Chief Wamponoag asked me.
"No. It's just that, I miss being with my brother. I want to look for him by myself." I said.
"Where's your brother?" the chief said to me.
"I don't know where he is." I said.
"Well, me and my tribe can't help you if you don't tell us where your brother is." the wolf chief said to me.
"Why would I need your guys's help? I'm perfectly capable of finding my older brother by myself. I'm eleven years old. I don't take orders from strangers." I said to the Indian tribal chief.
"I don't give a shit if you're at the age of 25, you don't f**king talk to me that way. I am offering you some help in finding your brother, you little son of a bitch. This jungle is no place for a little girl like you to be hanging around in. It's extremely dangerous for you to find your brother by yourself. Me and my tribe are willing to help you find your brother." Chief Wamponoag said to me. I was beyond upset by what he just sad to me.
"Why are you talking to me like that?" I asked. "How dare you talk to a little girl like that!"
"I can talk to you whatever way I want!" Chief Wamponoag said to me. "Listen here you little shit, either you comply to our rules, or you can die out there in the jungle. Your choice!"
"I would rather die in the jungle looking for my brother than listen to you and your crazy freaks. I don't want to join this stupid tribe anyway. You guys forced me into this without my consent. Go to hell, you freaks of nature!" I yelled at the top of my lungs at the tribal leader. I looked around as hundreds of Wamponoag's men and women surrounded me. I had nowhere to run. I decided to make a break for it. I tore off my headdress and my makeup and ran through the village. Arrows were flying by me everywhere. I then suddenly felt tired of running. I was out of breath. I was feeling light headed. The tribal guys must've hit me with something. I then started my quest to find my brother Harley in the depths of the Indian jungle.