My+C.C.+Social+Studies+Story

Running through the trees I can hear nothing but the beat of my heart pounding so hard it feels as if it’s going up through my throat and out my mouth. I’m running so fast that I can’t see where I’m going through all these trees and bushes, uh oh, I fall, and onto large sharp rocks. My entire leg is gushing out blood. I don’t even think about stopping to make sure it’s all right but I know it’s bad because it hurts a lot. I’m practically at the end of the village and I just can’t run anymore. Why am I running? Who am I running from? My name is Ah Chai and I’m 13 years old. I’m running from the evil people, see, I’m a sacrifice for my gods. I am a Mayan girl, In a Mayan Village, in a big mistaken Mayan World. I am not to be a sacrifice, but I am. See, I am the only girl in my village that does not believe in our “GODS”. Better yet, I am the only PERSON in my village that does not believe in the “GODS” and for that I am told to be a sacrifice. This all happened when I brought my best friend, Mayahuel, she is named after the Goddess of music and dance, to my hidden spot in the forest. I told her how being sacrificed wouldn’t help anyone. She looked at me in astonishment, I looked at her and kept on telling her how there were no gods and all this sacrifice would just come back to haunt us someday. She just laughed and said that if I kept this up that I’d die at the age of 14. See, in my village we don’t sacrifice just anyone. When you play our ball game, instead of just going home sad, you die for your gods, and if you disobey our leadership, you’ll be sacrificed, and we also sacrifice little children up to 5. But in my culture, you shed tears of joy before you die, and they have to be joy, because if you cry for sadness you are told to be disobeying your gods. When I was born, I had to be lucky, otherwise I would bring a curse on my village, I am a lucky child, but on accident, I am 58 lbs underweight of what my least amount of weight for my age should be, I was born 1 month, 3 days and 2 hours early. Mayahuel, is not a lucky baby, I am her only friend because of it, but since her name is the name of a god, the priest decided not to sacrifice her. She spreads her mouth wide open and says everything that comes to mind, especially if she is in front of a crowd, now that was my problem. I am disobeying my village by not believing and she has blabbed her mouth way too far. But I am not mad at her, I am mad at myself for telling her. So now, I’m sitting on a giant rock, at the end of my village, fixing my wounds. How am I going to get out alive? Mayahuel followed me but I lost her, maybe, she’ll catch up soon. Mayahuel finally got out of the forest, her face and body was bloody, she had no right leg. Now that’s what I call bad luck. When I asked her what happened, she said “I fell and scraped my face, then got attacked by a jaguar, I got out at the last second after taking a rock you had fell on, and threw it at it’s head, it’s dead now, but I saw that when it died and I started to drag myself away, it had babies, I killed a new mommy Ah Chai.” I just sat there with a sad face on, looking at her wound and fixed it up. We had escaped the danger. Now I am 22, I have 2 children a boy and a girl, and I live in the forest with the 2 baby jaguars and Mayahuel and her daughter.