Painting Flowers For You (Mahaila)

[Meeko Bandit]

( IT'S REALLY GOOD TO HEAR YOUR VOICE )
{ saying my name, it sounds so sweet }

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Meeko walked into class begrudgingly. He hated history class, especially American history. The teacher always went over the same stupid stuff, about the pilgrims, the indians- Oops. Meeko meant to say Native Americans. Who cared what he was called they were here first, they were kickass warriors, and they were wrongfully treated. Great, they know that, teach us something new for once! This class always extremely aggravated Meeko, and he wanted to learn something other than Native Americans for once. Bring on the civil rights and the riots, and freaking wars! Anything other than Native Americans. He was so tired of it.

He lived in a reservation his entire life until he came to the school, his entire family had Algonquin names, he could speak the language fluently. He knew all the history! Meeko was normally a very happy person, but this class just bugged the hell out of him. He sat down in the closest desk to the door, and put his sketchbook on the table. His book was only opened three times before Meeko figured out they were staying on the same subject. Now he just didn't bother to even bring it to class, instead he drew. Doodles filled it, little animations in the corner, caricatures of the teacher and his idiocy.

Meeko also disliked this class because it was the one class where he couldn't bring in food. Meeko got angsty without food. That's what he started doodling now, little dancing cupcakes and cookies, putting on a show like they were kicker dancing. Weird...

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hey, this thread is open/belongs to Mahaila Isabella/Roxanne :3 <3.
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[Mahaila Dearheart]

~Eagle, help my Feet to fly.
Mountain, help my Heart be great.
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Mahaila started off her day, like she always did. Sort of.. It was a little off balence because she didn't have her pets slash stray animals with her like she did at home. But, she took her little run on the trail near by, speaking with the animals in the trees when she would see them. That was something else that Grandmother Willow said was special about her. Her visions and her ability to talk to animals. Her father just thought it was all in her head. Anyway, going back to her room she showered and got dressed for class. Her long ebony hair was in two braids, braided with strips of deer hide and beads. She put on her favorite dress along with the necklace that her father gave to her mother when he proposed to her, it was a round Blue Opal.

She finished getting ready and ran out her room, with her bag. Her tan skin glowed when the sun hit it, catching the attention of others. Girls would look at her in envy while the guys would be in awe. Probably never saw a Native girl before in their lives. But, the only guy on her mind with -----. The guy that she met, who was the step-son of the man that's trying to get her Tribe's reservation to move. Mahaila loved him but, some how felt a hole in her heart still. She got to her first class which was History and was greeted by her racist teacher, who did nothing but lecture about the Pilgrims and Native Americans. "It's wonderful to see our Injun Princess decided to join us today." He said, with venom making her usually kind brown eyes turn black as she glared right at him. He cringed, sitting down in his chair just to miss and land on the floor. She laughed softly, getting to her seat.

The black ink of the wolf print on her left forearm was out. Mahaila had begged her father to let her get it. He caved and she did. As long as she promised to cover it when it was a special day or something important in her life. High school, wasn't all that important for her to cover it.
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Spirits of the Earth and Sky,
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[Meeko Bandit]

( IT'S REALLY GOOD TO HEAR YOUR VOICE )
{ saying my name, it sounds so sweet }

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Meeko got fed up with drawing soon enough, his little dancing food was teasing him and he was starting to get hungry. He shut his sketchbook and sighed. When would this stupid class be over. At least there was another person here who knew the stupid idiocy of this racist teacher. Meeko's eyes looked over to Mahaila. The teacher didn't like her very much, because she had an attitude. If Meeko showed the kind of attitude she showed, he'd be in detention constantly. And he was in there enough already.

"Hey Mahaila, nice tattoo," Meeko said lowly, nodding to the black ink paw print on her arm. If Meeko could, he'd show off his tattoo, but he already got enough trouble for never wearing his shoes. Besides, the teacher would probably tell him that this was not the reservation, and we can't act like savages. Stupid, racist idiot. Meeko wasn't even a naturally hostile person, but this idiot took it way too far. And Meeko felt a giant green monster boiling up inside him. No not jealousy you overly romantic idiots, the Hulk. Seriously? Read your comic books, their useful!

Meeko waited as the teacher handed out some tests he graded. When he got to Meeko, he looked down at his uncovered feet, before looking up at Meeko in amusement. "What's wrong Meeko? Your mom forgot to send you some homemade moccasins?" he asked. I glared at him. He did not just talk about my mother. But instead of doing what I wanted to do, which involvedripping off his head and then shoving it up his ass, I just told him this,

"No she couldn't, she's too busy being the chief of medicine at the Bon Secours Richmond Community Hospital. My dad would make some too, but he's too busy being the chief ER surgeon there. Sorry that my parents are being excellent medical professionals instead of good Native Americans living in their tepee. Sorry, Chigàg." Meeko had called him a skunk in Algonquin. He did everyday. The teacher was a skunk, his lessons even stank like one.

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( COMING FROM THE LIPS OF AN ANGEL )

hey, this thread is belongs to Mahaila Isabella/Roxanne (SORRY IT'S LATE T.T) :3 <3.
The clothing is Right Here!
it has 348 words and i'm proud of it. the wonderful
breanna made this template. enjoy!

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