Chapter 4 : Devante’s DecisionDEVANTE SAT UNEASILY IN the waiting area. It seemed wrong to him that he should be uncomfortable in such a nice chair, in a lobby with marble floors and a chandelier overhead, but he was. This place really was a school, much to his surprise. It looked a lot like some of the fancy private prep schools his father had taken him to visit, where he was almost always the only Black kid taking the tour. He hadn’t known what to expect when he walked in with his family and overheard his father ask his mother if his school had sent his test scores. He wasn’t sure what would happen next. This place was a welcome sight after spending the last seventy-two hours locked in a cage, too tense to eat or sleep. It seemed like a nice place, maybe nicer than he deserved.
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