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Sofia’s Story

Steven’s mom was a white woman with light brown hair. Sometimes, she wore animal skins but mostly clothing a white woman would wear.
His father was Native American from the Lakota tribe and was the tribe’s chief. He had long hair often in a ponytail. When he wore his traditional clothing, he wore a blue cloth that he folded up and put it below his shoulder on the top of his arm.
His grandma often wore dark animal skins with an animal tooth on her neck and mostly kept her hair braided with animal skins.
His grandpa wore light skins and had a rock necklace at first, he threw the rock in the fire, and the fire carved shapes into the rock.
His older sister, Last Moon, wore dark animal skins that had sewn in white lines and she mostly kept her hair braided.
His younger brother, Akeesh was a baby and was younger than 1 winter.
When Steven was born, he lived in a birch bark house in the forests. When he was about three winters old, he, and his family moved south into the parries with his tribe. When the buffalo skins were all sewn together, his grandma and grandpa tied the buffalo skins close to the bottom of the trees and him and his sister would jump on the buffalo skins to stretch them out. Over the years, Steven’s family and the tribe lived in the prairie in tepees and in the forests in a birch bark house.
Before the Pow Wow, the men who hunted for food would stomp on the grass to flatten it out and made a fire pit, bring over the drums, and invite everyone over when it started to get dark. The elders, mostly men, would sing and play on the drums. All the other people in the tribe danced around the fire. Most Pow Wows lasted all night. In Steven’s tribe after the winning of a battle, the warriors would go up to their dead, smear their blood onto their chest and run to the end of the battlefield where the last white men stood. The reason for that was so their dead warriors could be there with them celebrating the winning of the battle.
When Steven’s parents found out the English were looking for them, (why he do not know) they had to split away from the tribe so they do not put his tribe at risk. They moved away from the tribe, bringing his grandparents. In front of his house, there were grass plains, and in the back, there was a small forest, which led to a river. Behind his house there was a fence connected to his home that held six horses.
One morning, Steven and his mother were by a river. He was covering his long hair in an old hat he found near the town and he put on clothing a white child would wear but all ripped up because it was old and they found it also near the town. Steven put his hand in the river and spread dirt all over his body, so when him and his mother went into the town, people would see him as a dirty white kid then a Native American. He had to pretend he was deaf and could not speak so they could not hear his accent. Him and his mother went into a store, bought food, and then went onto their horses to go meet up with the rest of the family already by the red and brownish mountains talking to a chief named Standing Bear. Standing Bear’s face was round and he was tall. He had his hair in a ponytail and he had two feathers at the back of his head that was white and black at the tip. Steven’s mom handed Standing Bear food and Steven and his family rode on their horses home. Steven and his family were in the house playing games when they heard the bugle comment their house was set on fire. Last Moon, Steven’s sister grabbed the baby and ran out the backdoor. Steven was right behind her when he looked back he saw the English soldiers shooting at them. Their clothing was red long jackets with a white X in the front white pants black boot and a black hat. As he was running away he could hear his grandma and mother screaming in fear and crying aloud as they were trying to run to a safe place. His Dad and grandpa could not fight back because they did not have any weapons. The sun was setting and Steven looked at is hands his right hand was covered in blood. He made it to the river when he heard the shot that hit his sister’s right shoulder she fell to the ground still holding her baby brother. Then another shot Steven fell to ground, he felt the pain in his lower left shoulder his thoughts went to his family. Lying on the ground, he heard more shots and felt his family’s bodies hit the ground.
He woke up in a tipi. He saw a chief standing over him behind the chief where two more people. It was dark outside. The chief wore light skins with red lines across his chest. He wore a necklace the colors where red and black not sure if the beads where out wood or stone.
Then Steven looked to his left and saw his little baby brother Akeesh. He closed his eyes forever. He was 15 winters old.