The Mississippi Territory was founded after the United States and Spain disputed the lands near the Mississippi River in 1798. The lands first belonged to the West Florida Republic (Florida herself wasn't born yet), until the Spanish ceded its claim to the lands two human years prior. There were claims that the territory that would soon become Mississippi was a part of the Louisiana Purchase, but America knew this only allowed her government to annex the Mobile District of West Florida.

Thus leading to the birth of Courtney Jones/Fernandez-Carriedo.

Courtney, while having Spain's overall appearance, possessed her mother's sky blue eyes, and because of her being shorter than California and her mid-back length brown hair being in a braid, this enabled her siblings to not mistake her for the older state. She was also pretty introverted, having a very quiet farming setting in her state, but she was a very tough girl due to the fact that she was a part of tornado alley (or the Dixie alley to describe the more vulnerable areas to strong and violent tornadoes).

She always knew when a tornado would strike, and although the end result would leave her gravely ill for weeks on end, Courtney was strong enough to keep her home and small farm safe.

It wasn't much of a farm, as Courtney's house was surrounded mostly by trees, but she did have enough space to plant a small outcropping of corn, wheat, and even flour near that house. She depended mostly on her farm more than supermarkets to provide her food, and collected rainwater for her bath, drinking water, chores, agriculture, and waste-water.

She loved saving water, especially concerning the water conservation that was having a hard time getting itself into the heads of most American people.

Of course, America made sure her own house and her children's houses saved water so they could at least tone down the threat, and California, due to her water crisis herself, was more than happy to comply.

One time, when America was visiting Courtney's house, she was sipping some tea (what, you think she never drinks tea from time to time?) while Courtney was heading out for the moment to collect the buckets of rainwater for her home. Once she was back inside, she placed the buckets on her table before joining her mother.

"I wish people see the importance of water Mama," Courtney sighed before solemnly sipping at her own lemon tea. "I get that it's recycled, but it's not like it's going to rain every day. Take a look at Africa." Courtney sighed sadly. "Those poor folks."

"I know hon, but you need to remember that there are some people who are selfish and never try to fix the problem unless it's already happening. There are people like that all over the world, not just us, so I'm afraid it's unavoidable," said America, just as forlorn.

Courtney said nothing else about it after that. Africa's failing economy or something of the like, like the slavery era, where she refused to buy slaves and even helped some of them to escape to freedom, were not subjects Courtney can talk about without feeling depressed. The last time Courtney took that up to eleven was the horrible murder of Emmett Till.

God, America's daughter couldn't stop crying for weeks, and America and many of her children weren't faring any better.

What was wrong with the world? The answer is always a sad one, and one that never brings any satisfaction to anyone.

No one knows.