She stared at the keyboard, unsure of what she was supposed to do with the square-shaped buttons.
She looked around, looking at other letters become words become sentences become stories, but still.
She did not understand it.
In the hope of inspiration, an idea, a memory of what her purpose was, she wrote the word “Bob”.
She slammed her head against the table in frustration with a whine.
Bob didn’t help. Stupid Bob.
Looking around at the other organic lifeforms in the room, the brown haired girl called out loudly,
“What am I supposed to do again?!”
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Hey there. You probably know me. Yeah, I’m the kid that spins around in circles and then trips over something while being dizzy. I’m the youngest person here, 14 going on 15 in September, ya’ll. Yeah. 9th grader. Wooh. Freshmeat entering the world of pain that is commonly dubbed as the monsterous “High School”. (All beware and chizz!) I also, apparently, maks you laugh and smile, and don’t realize I’m being funny. So yeah. ” Srsly confuzzled ” (hahaha, put my avatar in there, se what I did there? Hahaha) with you organic lifeforms a lot. I just call it being “allegedly hilarious” since I can’t prove to myself I’m funny by sproating out random nonsense out of this circle on my face with white walls a pink guard, my mouth.
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My tribes are Seneca (which I keep mixing up with Shoshone since I learned about that when I was in grade school), Ohlone (I believe my family was adopted into this one! Yay!), and Tubotolobal (don’t ask me to pronounce that one. ‘Cuz I can’t). My clans are the Turtle Clan, Bear Clan, and Eagle Clan. And, because we housed a small tribe family in our house when I was a baby, I was given my Native American name in their sacred Sundance arena, and I was named “Good Hearted Woman”. Even though I’m kinda’ hyper and random and all that chizzle, is pretty true about me, I mean well, like, I try to make you smile (even though I have no absolute idea how the heck I’m doing it 😀 ). Meanwhile my middle name is Shanahdoah, which is not only the name of a kick *ss river, but also means ‘daughter of the sky”, and was where I was named after my Uncle Shanahdoah.
However, I do not know much about the history of my tribe, I was never exactly taught that. I was taught about myself, I was taught about my elders lives and their teachings, stories and songs. I think that’s more important then knowing “Where did my tribe come from?”, “Why did they move?” and all that.
Or you could say I’m just that lazy.
That works too.
And on another note, my favorite Native American song is Yama Coote, Yama Coote Yay! (if that’s how you spell it anyway) ‘cuz it sounds like “Yummy Cookies, Yummy Cookies, Yay!” and who doesn’t love cookies? Am I right?
Anyway, I’m goign to be awesomely epic and put my name at the end of all this chizz. Mwa-hahahaha….!
It’s Kayleen Knapp.
Made you guys work for it, didn’t I? xD
LOVE YA’LL, KEEP BEING EPIC!! //frolics away into the distance.
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