Dear Justyce (Dear Martin, #2)

by Nic Stone

“Those assholes can’t seem to care about being offensive, so why should I give a damn about being agreeable?”

He wanted me to do good. To go far and be better.

When the light would hit Mama’s face just right and he’d see the bruises beneath her caked-on makeup, Quan stayed focused.

And only because I hoped to sell it so I could get my brother and sister some new shoes for school.

Yo, speaking of Doc, homie has really grown on me. It’s too bad I didn’t meet him sooner.