by Abby Gayle
Adaline goes to the pool with her friend.
"No, Mom, I still have my essay to write. I don't even have an idea of the topic!"
"Well, Adaline, Mandy is here to take you to the pool. How would you like to take a break?" Adaline's mother suggested.
"Okay. Maybe I could think of something for the essay when I'm there."
Adaline grabbed her swimsuit and a towel and sat in the back of her friend's car, Mandy's mother driving. The two girls sat in silence for a few minutes before Mandy spoke.
"So, what were you doing before we came?" Mandy asked.
"Thinking of a subject for my essay," Adaline sighed.
"Tricky, huh? Try something you really enjoy learning about."
Adaline and Mandy, with Mrs. Davis to supervise, swam around in the water. Adaline tried to have fun with her friend, but she couldn't help thinking about her assignment.
Would 'swimming' work for the essay? I do enjoy it, Adaline wondered, No, it's too broad.
"I bet I can dive better than you!" Mandy called out, breaking Adaline from her thoughts.
"Ooh, I'm winning this one!"
Adaline and Mandy dashed off to the diving board. Mandy went first, landing perfectly in the water. However, Adaline was distracted as she dove, by a big white spot in her vision.
Adaline went under the water, but as she did, she saw land. When she resurfaced, she found she was in a big lake, not an indoor pool. A name she had never heard echoed in her head. Cornplanter. She had no idea who it was, and yet, it seemed to be everything here.
Adaline went under the water again and closed her eyes before surfacing. This time, she found herself in the pool.
"You'll never guess what just happened!" Adaline squealed.
"You made a terrible dive, that's what!" Mandy said, a smirk on her face.
"No, I was in a lake . . ."
"No, you weren't. You were here the entire time."
"I was?" Adaline asked, thinking she must've been dreaming.
"Of course! What did you think, you teleported?"
"No, not really. I don't know what I thought at the time."
Adaline couldn't stop thinking about her dream, or vision, or whatever it was. She finally decided to look up the name she heard.
"War general . . ." Adaline mumbled, taking notes from her research, "Friend of the Quakers . . . Iroquois . . . Seneca Native American . . . Returned to his roots."
"What are you looking at?" Adaline's mother asked, standing in the doorway.
"Oh, yes. Of the Wolf clan. He had some land promised to him and his descendants at one point. Then they made a dam and it flooded his whole property. They had to move his and most of his descendants' graves to somewhere else. You know, I think we're both Iroquois, like him."
"So he and I are related?" Adaline asked.
"Possibly. Your real name actually is Iroquois," Mrs. Green told her daughter.
"What is it?"
"Adsila . . . what does it mean?" Adaline asked.
"I think I like that. Adsila. I gotta tell Mandy! No more Adaline for me!"
"So, have you decided what to do for your essay?"
"Yeah. I want to write about Cornplanter."