It was another beautiful day in Valdez, Ak. The sun shown so bright against the freshly fallen snow, flurries still dancing in the air from last's night fall. But the sky was mostly clear, and the people of Valdez was now along their way again, bustling in the worn out streets, on with there daily lives. Though there was soon to be a change to make the same old, same old day better. The Lowe River Race. It was to begin! Sign up was already beginning at the elementary school. A table covered with a blue cloth was sitting outside of the entrance doors, with a simple clipboard. But there was already a line forming with about 20 people.<br/>The race was only allowed a maximum 8 teams. So, there will be a primarily run and the first 8 to win would compete in the actual race. For the primarily race, anyone could join.<br/><br/>Wrapped in about three scarves and other various things, Nini and her husky Faith could be found at the end of the line. Hopping slightly up and down, Nini wrapped her scarf even tighter to block out the cold and snow. Faith chirped and wagged her tail as it appeared to be talking to Nini. And she was talking back.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Nini! Nini! We are gonna race! I'm so excited! I've been training for so long!  </span>Faith barked.<br/><br/>"Ssssh, Faith. Not here. I can't talk to you here." Nini replied. Faith whimpered and lowered her head. They both knew. They knew about the stares, the scoffs, and even the threats Nini would get. It was just to weird. Sure, Valdez had it's natives, but Valdez was a fishing port and most were whites, who did not believe in the touch with nature. Nini was an outcast. Her mother, who was defiled by a white man, was bastardized from the start. Thrown away by her mother in shame, she now lives with her grandmother from the man. She was always looked at, like the mistake, that she never wished to be.<br/><br/>The line started to move forward and Nini stepped closer. The man before her knew who she was and tried to step even further away from her, bumping into the man in front of him. They both turned to her, glared, and started to whisper.<br/><br/>Nini just looked at the ground with her big, brown eyes. Nothing new, but she was still used to it.