I grew up with him and shared the same bedroom; he's never been violent.

We were the only ones who held the keys, the only ones who could end the violence.

I woke one morning with a crushing sense of depression.

The graphic novel is much more violent.

I think there is a shared belief we need to do something to improve education in the city, ... We can't just lament it anymore. We all have to take action.

I sit up, edge over close to my window, and push it open, slipping one leg in, then the next, turning back to Jase. “Come on.”
His smile flashes in the gathering dark as his eyebrows lift, but he climbs carefully in as I lock my bedroom door.
“Be still,” I tell him. “Now I’m going to learn all about you.