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- May 2, 2010
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Corine had lived in one place all her life, and that one place was Phoenix, Arizona. There were plenty of people, good schools, shopping malls (probably Corine’s favorite part), and most of importantly to Corine’s mother, it was over three hundred miles away from Corine’s father. Corine had never known her father, and her mother had wanted it that way. It had been a one night stand, he had never even known she was pregnant. When she found out she had terminal cancer though, she had to reach out, and she had to tell him about Corine.
When she passed six months later, Corine was devastated. Her mother was the only family she had ever really had. Then she learned that she would have to move over five hours away for the Navajo Nation Native American Reservation. She called bull shit, she didn’t want to leave her friends, her boyfriend, the shopping. Not for some Indian reservation that probably didn’t even have wi-fi. She didn’t have much of a choice in the matter though, it was in her mother’s will. She had to live with her father until she turned eighteen, then she was allowed to do whatever she pleased.
She was picked up by another relative, her father had evidently been busy with something. She couldn’t believe he had been too busy to come pick her up from her mother’s funeral… She already didn’t like this man. She sat in the old beat up pick-up truck as they drove to the reservation, her arms folded over her chest, in total silence. They stopped a couple of times, and she would buy a soda or something to snack on, get back in the truck and resume the silence.
When they arrived, she was dropped off in front of her father’s house. She took her bags inside, the rest of her things would be arriving later that week. For the moment all she had were the essentials, a two weeks’ worth of clothes, her toiletries, makeup, her iPad, her cell phone, and her laptop. She moved into the house with her bags. Looking around.
“Hello! Anyone here?” She called out.
When she passed six months later, Corine was devastated. Her mother was the only family she had ever really had. Then she learned that she would have to move over five hours away for the Navajo Nation Native American Reservation. She called bull shit, she didn’t want to leave her friends, her boyfriend, the shopping. Not for some Indian reservation that probably didn’t even have wi-fi. She didn’t have much of a choice in the matter though, it was in her mother’s will. She had to live with her father until she turned eighteen, then she was allowed to do whatever she pleased.
She was picked up by another relative, her father had evidently been busy with something. She couldn’t believe he had been too busy to come pick her up from her mother’s funeral… She already didn’t like this man. She sat in the old beat up pick-up truck as they drove to the reservation, her arms folded over her chest, in total silence. They stopped a couple of times, and she would buy a soda or something to snack on, get back in the truck and resume the silence.
When they arrived, she was dropped off in front of her father’s house. She took her bags inside, the rest of her things would be arriving later that week. For the moment all she had were the essentials, a two weeks’ worth of clothes, her toiletries, makeup, her iPad, her cell phone, and her laptop. She moved into the house with her bags. Looking around.
“Hello! Anyone here?” She called out.
