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Khalil stares at the sky as if he hopes to see God. I jump out the Impala and rush around to the other side. Instinct says don't move, but everything else says check on Khalil. He holds onto the door to keep himself upright.ДЄn ear-splitting scream emerges from my gut, explodes in my throat, and uses every inch of me to be heard. The officer walks back to his patrol car. One-Fifteen pats him down two more times. 'You ain't gon' find nothing,' Khalil says. 'Okay, smart mouth, let's see what we find on you today.'

They told me it's not smart to move while a cop has his back to you. My parents haven't raised me to fear the police, just to be smart around them. If you're with somebody, you better hope they don't have nothing on them, or both of y'all going down. The officer parks and puts his brights on. We're on Carnation where most of the houses are abandoned and half the streetlights are busted. He cusses under his breath, turns Tupac down, and maneuvers the Impala to the side of the street. I hope somebody had the talk with Khalil. Daddy has the biggest mouth of anybody I know, and if he said to be quiet, I needed to be quiet. 'Starr-Starr, you do whatever they tell you to do,' he said. He argued that I wasn't too young to get arrested or shot. Momma fussed and told Daddy I was too young for that. The other talk was about what to do if a cop stopped me. While all the other girls sprouted breasts between sixth and seventh grade, my chest was as flat as my back.

Back then, I doubted anything was going anywhere anyway. My mom, Lisa, is a registered nurse, and she told me what went where, and what didn't need to go here, there, or any damn where till I'm grown. Well, I didn't really get the usual version. When I was twelve, my parents had two talks with me. Below, Marley Mag presents an excerpt from A. But what Starr does-or does not-say could destroy her community. What everyone wants to know is: What really went down that night? And the only person alive who can answer that is Starr. When it becomes clear the police have little interest in investigating the incident, protesters take to the streets and Starr's neighborhood becomes a war zone. Starr's best friend at school suggests he may have had it coming. Some are calling him a thug, maybe even a drug dealer and a gangbanger. Muslim Kids Need to See Themselves in Books, Too Soon afterward, Khalil's death is a national headline.

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