A/N: This story is a little different then the other ones you have read, but since my cough dear friend fairyoftheclouds thought if should be the first out of the 8 stories I should write about I just thought I should do it. But previous to that, I just thought I would give you a bit of background information. I am sure you all have heard about the Trail of Tears and all Right? Well please enjoy that I have so far!

Background Info: Indians have settled in America since the 15th century. Until around the 18th century, when the Europeans started to settle in, they lived quite peacefully. They settled mainly in the southeast while some others lived in the Northern part of the country. When president Andrew Jackson was elected, he decided it was time to settle the Indians some place west of the Mississippi river, so that the southerners would have more land for plantation. So it begins. All Indians were to leave their original land and walk or horse back ride to the New Reserved Indian Territory (which is where Oklahoma is now). They had to talk 300-1000 miles. 17,000 Indians were in the beginning of the journey and 4000 of them died. The soldiers who should have been looking after the Indians said it was the cruelest job ever. And later on the journey was called "The Trial of Tears".

A/N: Well just a little info. I thought you all readers might like to know.

Now on with the Story!

Tears. Pain. Sweat. Life.

Chapter 1 - Segregation.

September 1823 Eastern Alabama

"Papa!" A young boy not older than four shouted as he ran toward his father. "You are back! I missed you so!"

"Yongtaka!" A middle-aged man said out loud. "You have grown my son. You are growing taller and stronger everyday."

"Just like you, Papa." The boy said proudly.

"HAHAHAHA." The man laughed in joy looking down at his youngest son, seeing his dark brown eyes looking up admiring him. "My son, you have grown up. Some day, this Village might be yours."

The little boy stood there silently without a word. Eyes wandering around him. He was proud of his father being the head chief of their small Indian village. He was proud of his village.

"Why have you been gone for so long, Papa?" The boy asked curiously still looking up.

"Exploring my son." He said looking down and gave him a wry smile.

September 1823 Southeastern Coast

"Hey you! Hurry up! I expect these cottons shipped before sunset." A white man yelled. He had a round apple red face, carrying a mean look. "You'd better not let me catch you getting lazy!"

"Yesssir." Some black man near him replied.

"Hey! You, with the towel! Who told you to sit down? Get moving or you'll say goodbye to this job. Move it! Move it! Move it!"

"Righ'way sir." The boy hurried off swing up another bag of cotton on his shoulder, wiping his sweat that was rolling down from his forehead.

"You!" The man shouted holding to his bloated belly. "Come here!" He ordered a young back boy.

"Yesssir?" The boy answered shyly, big eyes looking straight at the man.

"You mocking me Negro?"

"Err.. no sir. I ain't mocking neone." The back boy answered.

The man looked at him for several seconds and then said. "Now get moving!"

"Right away sir." The boy hurried off gathering up bags of cotton.

A/N: This is just a beginning tell some background information and how the society were then in 1823. Some of the languages are not perfect because I was trying to put a southern dialect in to the people. It's not the spelling. I just thought I should point that out to you all. The more of the story is coming up in Chapter 2 which in half done in my small notebook! Please check back later for more updates!

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