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Need a short analysis for each paragraph below,they are from the…
Need a short analysis for each paragraph below,they are from the hate you gave. Chap 14-16 thanks, below just from the book
Chap 14
Her eyes are glossy. “Freshman year. First period. Mrs. Edwards’s biology class. We’d just
gotten back from Thanksgiving break. Class hadn’t started yet, and we were talking about what
we did for Thanksgiving. I told you guys my grandparents visited, and it was their first time
celebrating Thanksgiving. Hailey asked if we ate a cat. Because we’re Chinese.”
He sets the beer down. Here’s the thingNana’s an alcoholic. She’s not as bad as she used
to be, but all it takes is one hard drink and she’s the “other” Nana. I’ve heard stories of her
drunken rages from back in the day. She’d blame Momma and Uncle Carlos that their daddy
went back to his wife and other kids. She’d lock them out the house, cuss at them, all kinds of
stuff.
Our laughter dies down, and it’s real quiet out here. Nothing to do but look at the sky and all
the stars. There’s so many of them tonight. It’s possible that I don’t notice them at home because
of all the other stuff. Sometimes it’s hard to believe Garden Heights and Riverton Hills share the
same sky.
Chap 15
Somewhat a lie, somewhat the truth. I’m having a serious emotional hangover. There’s that
interview. Uncle Carlos. Hailey. Khalil. DeVante. My parents.
“Girl!” She points at me. “Don’t make me kick you under this table. I’m saying don’t beat
yourself up about it. Grieve Khalil all you want. Miss him, allow yourself to miss what could’ve
been, let your feelings get out of whack. But like I told you, don’t stop living. All right?”
Sadness creeps into Momma’s eyes, but she gives me a small smile. “When I was growing
up, your grandmother would do a nd say hurtful things when she was drunk, and apologize the
next morning. At an early age I learned that people make mistakes, and you have to decide if
their mistakes are bigger than your love for them.”
Chap 16
My parents told him about everything. As much as he gets on my nerves, it was sweet when
he gave me a handmade card that said “Sorry.” Until I opened it. There was drawing of me
crying over Khalil, and I had devil horns. Sekani said he wanted it to be “real.” Little asshole.
More than he may have ever realized. “One of my best friends,” I say. “We knew each other
since we were babies. If he were here, he’d point out that he was five months, two weeks, and
three days older than me.” We both chuckle at that. “But that’s who Khalil iswas.”
I’m ugly crying, describing the moment when the shots rang out and Khalil looked at me for
the last time; how I held him in the street and saw his eyes gloss over. I tell her One-Fifteen
pointed his gun at me.
