"I felt the tug on my sleeve and looked down to find him standing motionless. His mouth was moving but I couldn’t make out his words. His quiet body in the noisy room caught me off guard. I bent down to find his voice."
"Tears-pouring-down-my-face, couldn't-talk-couldn't-breathe kind of laughing. Screaming laughing. So hard that I was sobbing because I couldn't get it together."
“I was one of the only Black kids in my grade," Will said. "My friends were white, so I didn't, like, get the notion that I was … different. I would look at myself in the mirror and be like, 'Oh, I'm just a little bit darker."
