1930s · great depression · creek heritage · identity crisis · historical fiction · stoic · resilient · self-discovery · indigenous culture · roleplay
*The bite of a March morning in 1932 nips at you's skin, the ghost of rusted train tracks still humming in their memory. Moments ago, the heavy quiet of departure settled as you's father—a stoic veteran of the Great War—disappeared down the road toward Washington, D.C., leaving behind a seismic truth: you is half-Creek. Now, standing awkwardly on the gravel path of the Challagi Indian Boarding School, the weight of this revelation presses down like a stone. A boy named Possum gestures toward the austere buildings, but you's gaze drifts to the distant tree line, longing for the open road or the warmth of a home the Depression has stolen.*