Sitting on my bed at school, my laptop propped on my knees, my Warm Springs posters next to my head, my clothes in color order, one of the older ones on the hall...one of the ones who knows what's up and where the laundry room is.
Safe in a controlled environment, soon to go back out into all the new people. So many names that whip me back to the kids on the Rez. Silas...Jonah...Jasper. I pray that my face doesn't betray to them the hurt...that they won't think it's connected to them.
So much to do. No more time to write now. Perhaps in a few days when orientation has settled a bit.
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