A powerful story about American exceptionalism and the lengths one will go to fit in, perfect for fans of They Wish They Were US:
When Nigerian-American Anne is tapped to join the most popular group at her ‘whiter than white’ private school, she’s skeptical. She’s known them since they were kids and they’ve never offered friendship before. Now they want something in return: the group leader wants Anne to help kill his ex-girlfriend, who also happens to be Anne’s former best friend. And Anne doesn’t hate the idea… or the boy behind it.
There was a fight. Not a back alley, neo-noir, “He’s gotta knife!” fight. But a viral video, “Why were you talking to my man?” Bad Girls Club kinda fight.
Kacey Baker’s body slammed into my side, knocking me, her, and my desk onto the floor.
“Answer me, bitch!” a faux-ghetto voice roars over Kacey and me.
Ah! Of course, it’s Kelly Young. The cause of any, if not all, of the drama in third-period Physics class. I should have anticipated this though, considering that our teacher, Mr. Hill just squat-waddled out of class for his mid-morning piss. Staring up at Kelly, underneath Kacey and my desk: she looks anywhere between sixteen and forty-three, from her rosy cheeks to her frown lines. And despite having a family line that’s lived and died in Forsyth County since the Civil War- a fact she never lets any of us forget- she recently swapped out her telltale southern drawl in favor of an accent you’re more like to hear in downtown Atlanta.
The only thing that sucked more than being catapulted onto the floor. Pinned down by local government-issued classroom hardware from at least the Nineties—Aw shit, is that gum? —was that Kacey’s fat ass landed on my arm.