Trail of Tears
This is the story that I came up with about a young indian girl who lived through the trail of tears.
My name is Kala. I am a young Cherokee Indian child. I have a hard time understanding why we are moving away from of home, but my mother says that it is because some wicked men are making us go. I have a feeling that it is because of the shinny stuff that we are finding on our land. The white men call it gold and really want it, but to us it has no meaning. I remember the day that they came for us we had a few moments to gather our belongings and then we had to leave. We were all petrified, even the Chief. We can’t come back home either and I’m going to miss living there. These mean men are leading us to a place that they call the Indian territory. I don’t know where it is, but I know that it is very far away. Everyone in our tribe is scared and most are crying or mad. Our Chief tells us that what they are doing to us is against our rights and there will be justice for us in time to come, but these white men are big and strong and have long weapons that can kill some one from very far away. Our chief was given one too, but I don’t think he knows how to use it because our people are peaceful and never had to use one of those things before. I’m also very afraid for my younger brother. He is so young and the jouney is so long, I don’t know how he will live. I love him so much and I can’t bear to see die. I wish that we could all go home, but if we try we will be killed. All of us is so afraid for our lives already, but the journey is even worse. There have been countless storms including storms that make loud noises and have flashes of light in the sky and others have lots of white stuff called snow. The white men are very mean. My mother even gets scared when the white men come around, and she is the toughest person I know besides our chief. There are many others that are leaving with us. I can see our people out on the trail as far as I can see. If we can’t go home I can only hope that our life will be as good as it was in our new home that the scary white men call the Indian territory.
