Writers Café discussion

I'm sort of stuck with this one. So if anyone has any ideas, they would be greatly appreciated.
Link: http://figment.com/books/293854-The-W...

Yup. I don't either. XD

Indians?! Whoop! I love the Natives.

Have any idea what a Wompanoag healer was called then?

Excerpt time!


Act One: Scene Three
A campfire flickers. Wigwams border the far east side of the fire. MASSASOIT sits watching. An INDIAN WOMAN sits next to an INDIAN MAN. Children run around. Girls hold dolls made of sticks.
ELIZABETH: (muttering) Since when were there Indians on our land? I thought all the Indians went to reserves decades ago.
INDIAN BOY: (speaking to INDIAN WOMAN) Momma! Momma! Look at what that pilgrim girl is wearing!
INDIAN WOMAN: Yes son.
INDIAN MAN: (To INDIAN WOMAN) There must be something seriously wrong if the pilgrims sent a girl with a message. (To ELIZABETH) What is your message?
ELIZABETH: My message?
INDIAN MAN: You must have a message for us.
ELIZABETH: Well, I am looking for my father.
INDIAN MAN: Your father is missing?
ELIZABETH: Well sort of. I know he is on our property.
INDIAN MAN: Your property?
ELIZABETH: Yes. This is my family’s property.
INDIAN MAN: (raised voice) This is not your family’s property! It belongs to the Wampanoag!
ELIZABETH: But the Wampanoag sold the land decades ago.
INDIAN MAN: ( continually getting louder) We never sold the land!
ELIZABETH: Yes you did.
INDIAN MAN: (louder still; almost a yell) No we didn’t!
(MASSASOIT walks up)
MASSASOIT: What is the trouble here?
INDIAN MAN: (Same volume) This pilgrim girl is telling us she owns the land!
MASSASOIT: (loudly as if mad) That is impossible. We have never sold it, nor could a girl own it anyway.
ELIZABETH: I don’t own the land, my father does.
MASSASOIT: (louder than before) Your father does not own the land. We do.
ELIZABETH: This land has been in my family for years.
MASSASOIT: Only we have ever owned this land.
ELIZABETH: The Wampanoag had the land hundreds of years ago, but the land belongs to my family now.
MASSASOIT: You pilgrims only got here last year! How could you own the land?
ELIZABETH: Last year? What do you mean? The pilgrims arrived decades ago!
MASSASOIT: Why you only got here last year! Last year was not decades ago! (muttering) That is if I have the definition right.




ELIZABETH: (to self) What year was that they arrived? We study it all the time in school…
MASSASOIT: School? Girls do not go to school.
ELIZABETH: (loudly) Girls do go to school! I have better grades than most of the boys!
MASSASOIT: Girls are to be cooking, washing, and watching over the children. Not learning!
ELIZABETH: Cooking? Washing? Those are the jobs of my mother! Those things are not for children to do!
MASSASOIT: You call yourself a child?
ELIZABETH: I am no child! I am three fourths of the way to adulthood! I am a teenager for Pete’s sake! Do not call me a child!
MASSASOIT: You called yourself a child!
ELIZABETH: I did not call myself I child! That is stupid. Why would I call myself something I am not?
(Silence for a few moments. ELIABETH and MASSASOIT stare at each other.)
MASSASOIT: If you really need to know, the pilgrims came in 1620.
ELIZABETH: So, you are saying it is 1621?
MASSASOIT: Why yes.


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