![]() ![]() “I didn’t know so many mind readers lived in Garden Heights.” Or that people know me as anything other than “Big Mav’s daughter who works in the store.” I sip my drink and spit it back out. “People already say you think you all that.” “Stop following me and go dance, Starr,” Kenya says. He always has it on the Friday of spring break because you need Saturday to recover and Sunday to repent. I wouldn’t be surprised if a lot of them are conceived the night of Big D’s party. Spring in Garden Heights doesn’t always bring love, but it promises babies in the winter. My nana likes to say that spring brings love. Guys in their freshest kicks and sagging pants grind so close to girls they just about need condoms. Got me feeling basic as hell with my ponytail. Girls wear their hair colored, curled, laid, and slayed. I’ve always heard that everybody and their momma comes to his spring break parties-well, everybody except me-but damn, I didn’t know it would be this many people. Between the headache from the loud-ass music and the nausea from the weed odor, I’ll be amazed if I cross the room without spilling my drink. Kenya holds up her cup and dances her way through the crowd. Some rapper calls out for everybody to Nae-Nae, followed by a bunch of “Heys” as people launch into their own versions. A haze lingers over the room, smelling like weed, and music rattles the floor. ![]() I squeeze through sweaty bodies and follow Kenya, her curls bouncing past her shoulders. Big D’s spring break party is one of those places. There are just some places where it’s not enough to be me. I’m not even sure I belong at this party. THE HATE U GIVE goes on sale February 28, 2017, but you can start reading below! And don’t forget to add it to your Goodreads shelf here! Soon to be a major motion picture from Fox 2000/Temple Hill Productions. The Hate U Give is about an ordinary girl in extraordinary circumstances and addresses issues of racism and police violence with intelligence, heart, and unflinching honesty. Lord until the sun goes down, 'till it goes down.Read the first three chapters from THE HATE U GIVE by Angie Thomas, a young adult novel inspired by Black Lives Matter. It's all night pourin', pourin', pourin', Ran into a rainstorm, I ducked back into Novato. That's why if you please, I am on my bendin knees, Heard a voice al callin', Lord you was commin' after me. I had a feelin' I was fallin', fallin', fallin', ![]() Try to see what's goin' down, try to read between the lines That's why if you please, I am on my bendin' knees,īertha don't you come around here anymore.ĭressed myself in green, I went down unto the sea. Run around the corner, corner, Lord run smack in to a tree. I had a run in, run around, and run down. I was all night running, running, Lord I wonder if you care, I had a hard run, runnin' from your window. I told Althea I'm a roving son, and I was born to be a bachelor.Īlthea told me, okay, that's fine, so now I'm trying to catch her.Ĭan't talk to you without talking to me, we're guilty of the same old thing.īeen talking alot about less and less and forgetting the love we bring. This space is getting hot, you know this space is getting hot. There are things you can replace, and others you cannot. Gonna want a bed to lay your head and a little sympathy. When the smoke has cleared, she said, that's what she said to me. Loose with the truth, baby, it's your fire, but baby don't get burned. Honest to the point of recklessness, self-centered in the extreme.Īin't nobody messing with you, but you, your friends are getting most concerned. You may meet the fate on Ophelia, sleeping and penchence to dream. ![]() You may be a clown in the burying ground, or just another pretty face. You may be Saturday's child, all alone, moving with a tinge of grace. I told Althea that treachery was tearing me limb from limb.Īlthea told me better cool down boy, settle back, easy Jim. I told Althea I was feeling lost, lacking in some direction.Īlthea told me upon scrutiny that my back might need protection. ![]()
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