Our bathrooms were like a mini Brooklyn housing project, littered with trash and covered in graffiti. “I’ve been sent to the dean’s office by Ms. “Hey there, baby.” Diana reached out to receive my bathroom pass, but I shook my head. Her job was to spend her entire day outside the girls’ bathroom, making sure nothing nasty was happening-no drugs, no fights . . . She was in her forties, with bleached-blond hair and heavy-metal tattoos. I guess I needed a few minutes to let the redness in my cheeks go down.Įverybody knew Diana the bathroom lady. I surprised myself by heading toward the bathroom on my way to the dean’s office. Or would he be proud that I stuck to my guns? I doubted it. Dad was going to kick my ass if he had to take off work to go to a suspension hearing. My legs felt like jelly, probably more from the stress of the situation than anything else. She didn’t think that A-student Julia DiVino would dare stand up to her. As everybody watched, I picked up my books and stalked out. The class was so quiet, you could hear a pin drop. Knowing when to shut up wasn’t usually a problem for me, but I heard myself saying, “This isn’t fair. “But this was one of the choices you gave us! It was topic seven-explore how different cultures-” “Too bad you didn’t choose a more appropriate topic.” “You’re not gonna let me present it? I spent a lot of time on this.” She yelled at everyone to settle down, but no one paid attention. I didn’t know if she was going to pass out or go postal. “That’s when you got a package and a coochie.” “Not a transvestite, dumbass, a hermaphrodite,” Cassie said. “So God is a transvestite?” Jay shouted from the back row.
“You saying God is a girl?” Eddie Evans shouted. “The whole idea of God looking like a man is a European concept.
But we’ve got no proof of that.”Įverybody gasped. For more on the history of gangs, read Blue Rage, Black Redemption: A Memoir by Crips founder Stanley ‘Tookie’ Williams.People always make it sound like God is a man. If you like this, try this: The original ‘gang’ book: The Outsiders by S.E. Hinton. If you love gritty, urban lit, this is a great choice. Who will like this book: Fans of realistic fiction and intense stories with twists and turns you don’t always see coming.
She is left with only one choice – and its consequences are deadly serious. But when she warns him that a group of Bloods plan to attack him outside a club, Julia is branded a snitch. When Eric gets jumped into the Crips, Julia is devastated. But when gorgeous, sensitive Eric Valiente shows up, everything in Julia’s life changes. She keeps her head down, studies hard, writes her poetry, and has nothing to do with the Bloods or the Crips – even though she has friends in both gangs. Summary: Julia DiVino goes to one of the roughest schools in Brooklyn – but she knows how to take care of herself.
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