" We get in line for security. There’s a woman and a man I’ve never seen before, directing people through the metal detectors, one at a time.
I suddenly feel sick.
I didn’t have anything on me that day. I don’t have anything on me today. Not even candy. I’m done selling that shit, since it makes people think I’m a drug dealer.
Yet I’m shaking as if I really am a drug dealer. It’s like how when I go in a store in Midtown-the-neighborhood, and the clerks watch me extra close or follow me around. I know I’m not stealing, but I get scared that they think I’m stealing. "

― Angie Thomas , On the Come Up