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Slowly she came to. Her head ached something terrible. She tentatively touched the area above her right eye. A moan escaped her lips. It was tender and swollen . It felt as if a small egg was embedded underneath the skin.That must be the reason she couldn't remember anything. Wait. There was one thing she remembered. She had opened the gate and she had to open the next one. Her eyes flew open and she instantly regretted it. The light coming through a small window made the room spin and her vision blur. She forced herself into a sitting position. After a minute her sight cleared and she took in the surroundings. Pale gray walls and a metal d

                              Mirage of Destiny        Mae looked down at her dust covered feet. It was amazing her toes had not poked through the moccasins. The leather was tough, though, and her feet were tougher.         It was a long journey she was on, to travel across the reservation to the shelter of her aunt's home.  Mae's mother was far too sick to drive and she hadn't seen her father in years. Thirt

Theres nobody left to see what there's inside of me, all just expect me to be that girl. The one who sits patiently, she's lost all integrity, she's precise and she's kind and no one around her mind that shes that girl. I can't remember her name, tell you the truth, she's lame, and there's really no point to complain about that girl. She's who I'll grow up to be, not maybe, but definitely. Theres only so much I can do, but not enough to change who I am, that girl.