Mai don’t want to be called Korean or biracial. She’s black. Call her anything else and she will go off on you. Ja’nae wont stop talking about her paper for school. she’s saying maybe she will even interview Mr. Kim, Mai’s dad.
Mr. Jackson told me not to sell no more candy. but he didn’t say nothing about selling other stuff. So today, i’m at it again. Selling red valentine pencils with purple heart-shaped erasers on top.
Momma. she and me is usually tight. But this morning, i ain’t even speaking to her. Yesterday, i seen her getting out of that Lexus, kissing Dr. Mitchell, my girlfriend’s divorced dad, on the cheek.
Some people think i would do anything for money. They’re wrong. I wouldn’t do nothing bad.