Motivated
If Slowbomb is cold, hard, and uninviting, Auntie Grace’s house is the exact opposite. Here I feel comfortable. Here I can breathe. I can be a fourteen-year-old boy who doesn’t need to watch his back all the time. Last night, after Kenny left, I called Auntie Grace and told her I was coming over.
I get my thoughts together. I need a plan that’ll work, because I can’t let this destroy my chance of going to that school. I’m working on my scholarship drawing, like Ma told me to do. The assignment they sent me is easy, but for some reason I think they left it vague to see how creative each person can be.
If I get this scholarship, my room, board, and tuition will be paid for. My art supplies and books, thanks to my teachers, are already paid for. All I will need to do is send in t
