
'Chapter 1, The Black-Eye-Of-The-Month Club
I was born with water in the brain.
Okay, so thats not exactly true. I was actually born with too much cerebral spine fluid inside my skull. But cerebral spine fluid is just like the doctors fancy way of saying brain grease. And brain grease works inside the lobes like car grease works inside an engine. It keeps things running smooth and fast. But weirdo me, I was born with too much grease inside my skull, and it all got thick and muddy and disgusting, and it only mucked up the works. My thinking and breathing and living engine slowed down and flooded.
My brain was drowning in grease.
But that makes the whole thing sound weirdo and funny, like my brain was a giant french fry, so it seems more serious and poetic and accurate to say, "I was born with water on the brain."'
It only gets funnier from their.
The plot of the story is basically the diary of a fourteen-year-old Indian living on the isolated rez and being told his whole life he is worthless and to give up like all the other people on the rez have. But he doesn't want to give up, he spends all his time drawing in hope that that will one day bring him out of the rez and into fame. He then finds his only way of escaping the rez is by going to school out of its borders. People (including his 'best friend') hate him for this but he doesn't want to give up everything he has worked for but it is pretty hard considering he is the only Indian in the school, besides from the mascot, that is.
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