February 2, 1959
The gleaming redbrick walls run forty feet high. The building is a block wide, and the windowpanes are spotless. A heavy concrete arch hangs over the two-story wood-and-glass doors at the front entrance.
The only thing between us and the school is the parking lot.
And the white people.
I am actually reading this book in the form of the 2 in 1 combination that recently came out (The Islanders Vol.2: Nina Won’t Tell and Ben’s in Love). But due to what the topic is in Nina Won’t Tell I am not reading that one. I am just not comfortable with reading a book about that topic.