Homesick. That is the main word to describe us now. Homesick, lonely, weary to the bone, and dispirited. That is what we all are feeling when we are 30 miles or more away from our homeland. Too far (or so they thought) for us to run back home. Back to our families. Back to the old ways. The old ways of our people. But they were wrong.

One day, we decided we had enough. We did not want to be at this school, which was more of a prison than a school. We decided to run. Run all the way back home, and prove the people wrong. We are never too far to run back home. Thus, we decided to break out and run.

It took a good couple of weeks or so, but we finally made it back to the Hopi reservation. Pa said we had to go back, but we were not going back. They didn't know how we were treated. We were treated like savages. They cut the boys hair. They made us wear these uncomfortable uniforms, learn this language called English, punished us for even talking our language, or even acting like an Indian. Then only thing I remotely liked there, was the sports. There we could show our prowess outside.

But, the facilitator decided the games were too much, and banned them from being played. That's when we ran. Ran far away from the injustice of the government. Away from the injustices against the Indians. We ran home. Home to the old ways.