Seeing Red [✓]

xvii. black is the new black

I couldn't wait, so. Here it is.

Ashley's POV

There are five main rules you have to follow when you're black in America:

1. Don't end up on Maury

2. Listen to any and all albums released by Drake, even if they suck

3. Accept that they will follow you around in stores

4. Don't wear hoodies in white neighborhoods

5. Do not, under any circumstance, punch a white, straight rich guy in the face

"This is crap," Dennis said. We were sitting in the lobby of the police station, where they were questioning Kenzie. "They really gonna hold him in here just for punching a racist?"

"First amendment," Pete, who had showed up at the station a few minutes ago said. He handed Erika a soda. "He can be as racist as he wants."

"Unfortunately, Kenzie isn't allowed to punch anyone. It's assault," Erika said. "And with his record, he might spend the night in here."

"Where's your Moms?" Dee asked, voice tense, jaw clenching and unclenching, almost as much as his fists. He was the only person pacing around. "Are they gonna let us see him? Should we lawyer up?"

"I'm already on it," Pete said. "My Dad's a civil rights lawyer, but he has a buddy who specializes in criminal cases."

Dee nodded, shaking his head and cracking his knuckled. "I'm not leaving here until my brother is free," he said.