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⇩  Format Kindle Download [ All American Boys ] For Free ⩥ Ebook Author Jason Reynolds ⪗ ⇩ Format Kindle Download [ All American Boys ] For Free ⩥ Ebook Author Jason Reynolds ⪗ All American Boys Your left Your left Your left right left Your left Your left Your left right left Yeah, yeah, yeah I left I left I left left left that wack school and that even wack ROTC drill team because it was Friday, which to me, and basically every other person on Earth, meant it was time to party Okay, maybe not everybody on Earth Im sure there was a monk somewhere on a mountain who mightve been thinking of something else But I wasnt no monk Thank God So for me and my friends, Friday was just another word for party Monday, Tuesday, Hump Day because who can resist the word hump , Thursday, and Party Or as my brother, Spoony, used to say, Poorty And thats all I was thinking about as I crammed into a bathroom stall after schoolpartying, and how I wasnt wanting to be in that stiff ass uniform another minute Thankfully, we didnt have to wear it every day Only on Fridays, which was what they called uniform days Fridays Of all days Whose dumb idea was that Anyway, Id been wearing it since that morningfirst bell is at 8 50 a.m.for drill practice, which is pretty much just a whole bunch of yelling and marching, which is always a great experience right before sitting in class with thirty other students and a teacher either on the verge of tears or yelling for some other kid to head down to the principals office Fun Let me make something clear I didnt need ROTC I didnt want to be part of no military club Not like it was terrible or anything As a matter of fact, it was actually just like any other class, except it was Chief Killabrewfunniest last name everteaching us all about life skills and being a good person and stuff like that Better than math, and if it wasnt for the drill crap and the uniform, it really wouldve just been an easy A to offset some of my Cs, even though I know my pop was trying to use it as some sort of gateway into the military Not gonna happen I didnt need ROTC But I did it, and I did it good, because my dad was pretty much making me Hes one of those dudes who feels like theres no better opportunity for a black boy in this country than to join the army Thats literally how he always put it Word for word Let me tell you something, son, hed say, leaning in the doorway of my room Id be lying on my bed, doodling in my sketch pad, doing everything physically possible to not just stop drawing and jam the pencils into my ears Hed continue, Two weeks after I graduated from high school, my father came to me and said, The only people who are going to live in this house are people Im making love to I know, Dad, Id moan, fully aware of what was coming next because he said it at least once a month My father was the president of predictability, probably something he learned when he was in the army Or a police officer Yep, the old man went from a green uniform, which he wore only for four yearsthough he talks about the military like he put in twentyto a blue uniform, which he also only wore for four years before quitting the force to work in an office doing whatever people do in offices get paid to be bored And I knew what he was trying to tell me to get out, Dad would drone But I didnt know where I was going to go or what I was going to do I didnt really do that well in school, and well, college just wasnt in the cards And so you joined the army, and it saved your life, Id finish the story for him, trying to water down my voice, take some of the sting out of it Dont be smart, hed say, pointing at me with the finger of fury I never managed to take enough bite out of my tone And trust me, I knew not to push it too far I was just so tired of hearing the same thing over and over again Im not trying to be smart, Id reply, calming him down Im just saying Just saying what You dont need discipline You dont need to travel the world Dad Id start, but he would shut me down and barrel on You dont need a free education You dont need to fight for your country Huh Dad, I Again, hed cut me off What is it, Rashad You dont wanna take after your father Look around His voice would lift way higher than necessary and hed fling his arms all over the place temper tantrum style, pointing to the walls and windows and pretty much everything else in my room I dont think Ive done that bad You and your brother have never had a care in the world Then came his favorite saying it wouldnt have surprised me if he had it tattooed across his chest Listen to me Theres no better opportunity for a black boy in this country than to join the army David My mothers voice would come sweeping down the hallway with just enough spice in it to let the old man know that once again, hed pushed too hard Leave him alone He stays out of trouble and hes a decent student A decent student I couldve had straight As if I wasnt always so busy sketching and doodling Some call it a distraction I call it dedication But hey, decent was decent Then my fathers face would soften, made mush by my mothers tone Look, can you just try it for me, Rashad Just in high school Thats all I ask I begged your brother to do it, and he needed it even than you do But he wouldnt listen, and now hes stuck working down at UPS The way he said it was as if the lack of ROTC had a direct connection to why my older brother worked at UPS As if only green and blue uniforms were okay, but brown ones meant failure Thats a good job The boy takes care of himself, and him and his girlfriend have their own apartment Plus hes got all that volunteer work he does with the boys at the rec center So Spoonys fine, my mother argued She pushed my father out of the way so she could share the space in the doorway So I could see her And Rashad will be too Dad shook his head and left the room That exact same conversation happened at least twenty times, just like that So when I got to high school, I just did it I joined ROTC Really its called JROTC, but nobody says the J It stands for the Junior Reserve Officer Training Corps I joined to get my dad off my back To make him happy Whatever The point is, it was Friday, uniform day, and right after the final bell rang I ran to the bathroom with my duffel bag full of clothes to change out of everything green Springfield Central High School bathrooms were never empty There was always somebody in there at the mirror studying whatever facial hair was finally coming in, or sitting on a sink checking their cell phone, skipping class And after school, especially on a Friday, everybody popped in to make sure plans hadnt been made without them knowing The bathroom was pretty much like an extension of the locker room, where even the students like me, the ones with no athletic skill whatsoever, could come and talk about the same thing athletes talked about, without all the ass slappingwhich, to me, made it an even better place to be Whaddup, Shad said English Jones, making a way too romantic face in the mirror Model face to the left Model face to the right Brush hairline with hand, then come down the face and trace the space where hopefully, one day, a mustache and beard will be Thats how you do it Mirror Looking 101, and English was a master at it English was pretty much a master at everything He was the stereotypical green eyed pretty boy with parents who spoiled him, so he had fly clothes and tattoos Plus his namehis real namewas English, so he pretty much had his pick when it came to the girls It was like he was born to be the man Like his parents planned it that way But, unstereotypically, he wasnt cocky about it like you would think, which of course made the ladies and the teachers and the principal and the parents and even the basketball coach even crazy about him Thats right, English was also on the basketball team The captain The best player Because why the hell wouldnt he be Whats good, E I said, giving him the chin up nod while pushing my way into a stall English and I have been close since we were kids, even though he was a year older than me We were two pieces of a three piece meal Shannon Pushcart was the third wing, and the friesthe extra salty add onwas Carlos Greene Carlos and Shannon were also in the bathroom, both leaning into the urinals but looking back at me, which, by the way, is a weird thing to do Dont ever look at someone else while youre taking a piss Doesnt matter how well you know a person, it gets weird You partying tonight at Jills, soldier boy Carlos asked, clowning me about the ROTC thing Of course Im going What about you Or you got basketball practice I asked from inside the stall Then I quickly followed with, Oh, thats right You aint make the team Again Ohhhhhhhhhhh Shannon gassed the joke up like he always did whenever it wasnt about him A urinal flushed and I knew it was him who flushed it, because Shannon was the only person who ever flushed the urinals I swear thats never gonna get old, Shannon said, laughter in his voice I unbuttoned my jacketa polyester Christmas tree covered in ornamentsand threw it over the stall door Whatever, Carlos said Yeah, whatever, I shot back Dont yall ever get tired of cracking the same jokes on each other every day Englishs voice cut in Dont you ever get tired of stroking your own face in the mirror, English Carlos clapped back Shannon spit laughed Got im Shut up, Shan, English snapped And anyway, its called stimulating the follicles But yall wouldnt know nothin about that But E, seriously, it aint workin from Shannon Yeah, maybe your follicles just aint that into you Carlos came right behind him By this point I was doubled over in the stall, laughing But your girlfriend is, English said, with impeccable timing A snuff shot, straight to the gut Ohhhhhhhh Of course, from Shannon again I dont even have no girlfriend, Carlos said But that didnt matter Cracking a joke about somebodys girlfriendreal or imaginaryis just a great comeback At all times Its just classic, like your mother jokes Carlos sucked his teeth, then shook the joke off like a champ and continued, Thats why we gotta get to this party, so I can see what these ladies lookin like Im with you on that one, English agreed Smartest thing youve said all day Off went the greenish blue, short sleeved, button up shirt, which I also flung across the top of the door Exactly Thats what Im talkin bout, Shannon said, way too eager See what these ladies lookin like, he mimicked Carlos, the slightest bit of sarcasm still in his voice If I picked up on it, I knew Carlos did too I cant tell you what theyll be lookin like, but I can tell you who they wont be lookin at you Carlos razzed, still on get back from Shannon being slick and for laughing at my basketball crack It had been at least three minutes since I made that joke, and he was still holding on to it So petty Shut up, Los Everybody in here know I got game than you In every way, Shannon replied, totally serious I kicked my foot up onto the toilet to untie my patent leather shoes Just so you know, patent leather shoes should only be for men who are getting married Nothing about patent leather says war Argue about all this at the party Just make sure yall there Its supposed to be live, English said, the sound of his footsteps moving toward the door He and Shannon didnt have mandatory basketball practice like usual, but were still going to the gym to shoot around because, well, thats what they did every day For those guys, especially English, basketball was life English knocked on my stall twice Look for me when you get there, dude Bet Later, Shad, from Shannon Aight, Shad, hit me when you on your way over, Carlos called as the door closed behind them Carlos grew up right down the street from me, and, like English, was a senior and therefore could drive, and therefore again was always my ride to the party We smoked him with the jokes all the time because hed tried out for the basketball team every single year, and got cut every single year, because he just wasnt very good But if you asked him, he was the nicest dude to ever touch a ball What he actually was good at, though, was art, which is also why he and I got along He wasnt into drawing or painting, at least not in the traditional sense He was into graffiti A writer His tag was LOS T , and they were all over the school, and our neighborhood, and even the East Side Whenever we were heading to a party, for him it was just another opportunity to speed around the city in his clunker, the backseat covered in paint markers and spray cans, while he pointed out some of his masterpieces Really they were like our masterpieces, because I was the one who gave him some of the concepts for where and how to write his tag For instance, on the side of the neighborhood bank, I told him he should bomb it in money green block letters And on the door of the homeless shelter I suggested gold regal letters And on the backboard of a basketball hoop at the West Side court, I suggested he write it in gang script I never had the heart to do any actual tagging I mentioned how my father was, right Right Plus Carlos was a pro at it He knew how to control the nozzle and minimize the drip to get clean tags Like, perfect I never really told him, just because that wasnt something we did, but I loved them All of them When I walked out of that stall a few minutes later, I was a different person It was like the reverse of Clark Kent running into the phone booth and becoming Superman, and instead was like Superman running into the booth and becoming a hopefully much cooler Clark Kent, even though I guess Superman mightve been comfortable in the cape and tight ass red underwear than an ROTC uniform But not me No cape and for the record, no tight ass red underwear I stepped out as regular Rashad Butler T shirt, sneakers that I had to perform a quick spit clean on, and jeans that I pulled up, then sagged down just low enough to complete the look My brother had given me this sweet leather jacket that he had outgrown, so I threw that on, and bam I was ready for whatever Friday had in store for me Hopefully, a little rub a dub on Tiffany Watts, the baddest girl in the eleventh grade At least to me Carlos always said she looked like a cartoon character Like he could ever get her A cartoon character Really Please A cartoon character from my dreams But before I could get to Jills and get all up on Tiffany, I had a few stops to make It was still early, and I had a couple bucks, so I could get me some chips and a pack of gum to kill the chip breath Cant get girls with the dragon in your mouth But other than that I was flat broke, and it was never cool to party without cash, just because you always had to have something for the pizza spotMothers Pizzawhich everyone went to either after the party was over or when the party got shut down early, which happened most of the time Plus, you had to have money to chip in for whoevers gas tank was going to be getting you to and from the party, like, for instance, Carlos So I caught a bus over to the West Side to first pick up my snacks, then meet Spoony at UPS, just a few blocks from home, so he could spot me a twenty The bus took forever, like it always did on Fridays Forever So at Fourth Street, I got off and walked the last few blocks toward Jerrys Corner Mart, the day darkening around mecrazy how early it gets dark in the fall Jerrys was pretty much the everything store They sold it all Incense, bomber jackets, beanies, snacks, beer, umbrellas, and whatever else you needed It was named after some dude named Jerry, even though nobody named Jerry ever worked there Jerry was probably some rich old white dude, chillin on the East Side, doing his thing with some young supermodel with fake everything on a mattress made of real money Lotto ticket money Cheap forty ounce money Bootleg DVD money My money I pushed the door to Jerrys open It chimed like it always did, and the guy behind the counter looked up like he always did, then stepped out from behind the counter, like he always did Wassup, man, I said He nodded suspiciously Like he always did There were only two other people in the store A policeman and one other customer, back by the beer fridge The cop wasnt a security guard, the weaponless kind with the iron on badges The kind my dad tried to get my brother to apply for because they pay decent money Nah This cop was a cop A real cop And that wasnt weird because Jerrys was pretty much known for being an easy come up for a lot of people You walk in, grab what you want, and walk out No money spent But I never stole nothing from anywhere Again, too scared of what my pops would do to me Knowing him, hed probably send me right to military school or some kind of boot camp, like Scared Straight Hed probably say something to my mother about how my problem is that I need push ups in my life Luckily, Im just not the stealing type But I know a lot of people who are, and there was no better playground for a thief than Jerrys I guess, though, after a string of hits, Jerry whoever he is finally decided to keep a cop on deck I bopped down the magazine aisle toward the back of the store, where the chips were Right by the drinks Grab your chips, then turn around and hit the fridge for a soda or a beer Boom I looked at the chip selection Like I said, Jerrys had everything All the stank breath flavors Barbecue, sour cream and onion, salt and vinegar, cheddar ranch, flaming hot, and I tried to figure out which would be the one that could be most easily beaten by a stick of gum But plain wasnt an option Seriously, who eats plain chips While I was trying to figure this outdecisions, decisionsthe other person in the store, a white lady who looked like shed left her office job earlynavy blue skirt, matching blazer, white sneakersseemed to be dealing with the same dilemma, but with the beer right behind me And I couldnt blame her Jerrys had every kind of beer you could think of At least it seemed that way to me I didnt really pay her too much mind, though I figured she was just somebody who probably had a long week at work, and wanted to crack a cold brew to get her weekend started My mother did that sometimes Shed pop the cap off a beer and pour it in a wineglass so she could feel better about all the burping, as if theres a classy way to belch This lady looked like the type who would do something like that The type of lady who would treat herself to beer and nachos when her kids were gone to their fathers for the weekend Now, heres what happened Pay attention I finally picked out my bag of chipsbarbecue, tasty, and easily beatable by mint That settled, I reached in my back pocket for my cell phone to let Spoony know I was on my way Damn Left it in my ROTC uniform So I set my duffel bag on the floor, squatted down to unzip it, the bag of chips tucked under my arm At the moment the duffel was open, the lady with the beer stepped backward, accidentally bumping me, knocking me off balance Actually, she didnt really bump me She tripped over me I thrust one hand down on the floor to save myself from a nasty face plant, sending the bag of chips up the aisle, while she toppled over, slowly, trying to catch her balance, but failing and falling half on me and half on the floor The bottle she was holding shattered, sudsy beer splattering everywhere Oh my God, Im so sorry the lady cried And before I could get myself together, and tell her that it was okay and that I was okay, and to make sure she was okay, the guy who worked at Jerrys who everyone knew wasnt Jerry, shouted, Hey making it clear things were not okay At first, I thought he was yelling at the lady on some you broke it you bought it mess, and I was about to tell him to chill out, but then I realized that he was looking at my open duffel and the bag of chips lying in the aisle Hey, what are you doing Me I put my finger to my chest, confused The cop perked up, slipping between me and the clerk to get a better look But he wasnt looking at me at all Not at first He was looking at the lady, who was now on one knee dusting off her hands Maam, are you okay the officer asked, concerned Yes, yes, Im And before she could finish her sentence, the sentence that wouldve explained that she had tripped and fell over me, the cop cut her off Did he do something to you Again, Me What the hell was he talking about I zipped my duffel bag halfway because I knew that I would have to leave the store very soon No, no, I The lady was now standing, clearly perplexed by the question Yeah, he was trying to steal those chips the clerk interrupted, shouting over the cops shoulder Then, fixing his scowl back on me, he said, Isnt that right Isnt that what you were trying to do Isnt that what you put in your bag Whaaaaa What was going on He was accusing me of things that hadnt even happened Like, he couldnt have been talking to me I wanted to turn around to check and make sure there wasnt some other kid standing behind me, stuffing chips in his backpack or something, but I knew there wasnt I knew this asshole was talking to at about me It felt like some kind of bad prank In my bag Man, aint nobody stealing nothing, I explained, getting back to my feet My hands were already up, a reflex from seeing a cop coming toward me I glanced over at the lady, who was now slowly moving away, toward the cookies and snack cake aisle I was just trying to get my phone out my bag when she fell over me I tried to explain, but the policeman shut me down quick Shut up, he barked, coming closer Wait, wait, I I said shut up he roared, now rushing me, grabbing me by the arm Did you not hear me You deaf or something He led me toward the door while walkie talkie ing that he needed backup Backup For what For who No, you dont understand, I pleaded, unsure of what was happening I have money right here With my free hand, I reached into my pocket to grab the dollar I had designated to pay for those stupid chips But before I could even get my fingers on the money, the cop had me knotted up in a submission hold, my arms twisted behind me, pain searing up to my shoulders He shoved me through the door and slammed me to the ground Face first Hurt so bad the pain was a colorwhite, a crunching sound in my ear as bones in my nose cracked After he slapped the cuffs on me, the metal cutting into my wrists, he yanked at my shirt and pants, searching me I let out a wail, a sound that came from somewhere deep inside One I had never made before, coming from a feeling I had never felt before My initial reaction to the terrible pain was to move Not to try to escape, or resist, but just move Its like when you stub your toe The first thing you do is throw yourself on the bed or jump around It was that same reflex I just needed to move to hopefully calm the pain But moving wasnt a good idea because every time I flipped and flapped on the pavement, with every natural jerk, the cuffs seemed to tighten, and worse, I caught another blow A fist in the kidney A knee in the back A forearm to the back of the neck Oh, you wanna resist You wanna resist the cop kept saying, pounding me He asked as if he expected me to answer But I couldnt And if I couldve, I wouldve told him that I didnt want to resist Plus, I was already in cuffs I was already stuck The people on the street watching, their faint murmurs of Leave him alone becoming white noisethey knew I didnt want to resist I really, really didnt I just wanted him to stop beating me I just wanted to live Each blow earthquaked my insides, crushing parts of me I had never seen, parts of me I never knew were there Fuckin thugs cant just do what youre told Need to learn how to respect authority And Im gonna teach you, he taunted, almost whispering in my ear There was blood pooling in my mouthtasted like metal There were tears pooling in my eyes I could see someone looking at me, quickly fading into a watery blur Everything was sideways Wrong My ears were clogged, plugged by the pressure All I could make out was the washed out grunts of the man leaning over me, hurting me, telling me to stop fighting, even though I wasnt fighting, and then the piercing sound of sirens pulling up My brain exploded into a million thoughts and only one thought at the same time please dont kill me.ALL AMERICAN BOYS is a terrific story that will compel readers to consider who they are, what they stand for, and what they should stand for Its that good Richie s Picks With Reynolds writing Rashads first person narrative and Kiely Quinns, this hard edged, ripped from the headlines book is than a problem novel its a carefully plotted, psychologically acute, character driven work of fiction that dramatizes an all too frequent occurrence Police brutality and race relations in America are issues that demand debate and discussion, which his superb book powerfully enables Booklist, starred review Timely and powerful, 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    • All American Boys
    • 4.5
    • 889
    • Format Kindle
    • 321 pages
    • Jason Reynolds
    • Anglais
    • 06 May 2017

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