Angie Thomas

“Thing is, though,” he said, “if I can’t love and accept myself just as I am, why the hell would I expect anybody else to?”

I can’t fight away a smile. “Will you remember this?”

“Forever.”

Earlier, Mrs. Tucker asked him where he was from too.

“Earth,” he said. “Still debating if I’m staying, though.”

The class group chat agreed—he’s our favorite bus driver so far.

Thug Life stood for ‘The Hate U Give Little Infants Fucks Everybody.’”

My body’s so used to waking up at five, it doesn’t care if it’s Saturday morning or not.

Dammit. Proper English

I swallow the lump in my throat and nod

All the sympathy, the smiles, the understanding. This chick was baiting me

This is gonna be some bullshit

He devours a spoonful and says, “You’re weird.”