On the Come Up: Angie Thomas

by Angie Thomas

Sonny squints his eyes. He tilts his head one way and then the other. “I guess? He’s no Michael Bae Jordan.” Lord. Ever since Black Panther, Sonny has sworn that Michael B. Jordan is the standard for fineness.

I can see why though. When he took his shirt off in the movie, Sonny and I looked at each other and went, “Goddamn!” During that whole scene, Sonny squeezed my hand, going, “Bri … Bri!”

“yes, people exist, but that doesn’t mean I need to talk to them” person.

Trey and I load up this Michael Jackson video game on the Wii Dad bought when we were younger. I swear to God, this game is one of the best things in existence. It teaches you how to dance like MJ. Technically you could move the Wii controllers in the right direction and win, but Trey and I get into it. The kicks, the crotch pops, all of it.

I absolutely love this!! Reminds me of my cousin and I doing Just Dance and going full out when dancing to the Michael tunes!!

‘Never let yourself drown while trying to save somebody that don’t wanna be saved.’”

Admitting that you’re weak is one of the strongest things you can do.”