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[Download free pdf] Dear Martin

Dear Martin

Nic Stone

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Nic Stone : Dear Martin before purchasing it in order to gage whether or not it would be worth my time, and all

praised Dear Martin:

"Raw and gripping." Jason Reynolds, New York Times bestselling coauthor of All American Boys A must-read!

Angie Thomas, #1 New York Times bestselling author of The Hate U Give Raw, captivating, and undeniably real, Nic

Stone joins industry giants Jason Reynolds and Walter Dean Myers as she boldly tackles American race relations in

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this stunning debut. Justyce McAllister is top of his class and set for the Ivy Leaguebut none of that matters to the

police officer who just put him in handcuffs. And despite leaving his rough neighborhood behind, he can't escape the

scorn of his former peers or the ridicule of his new classmates. Justyce looks to the teachings of Dr. Martin Luther

King Jr. for answers. But do they hold up anymore? He starts a journal to Dr. King to find out. Then comes the day

Justyce goes driving with his best friend, Manny, windows rolled down, music turned upway up, sparking the fury of a

white off-duty cop beside them. Words fly. Shots are fired. Justyce and Manny are caught in the crosshairs. In the

media fallout, it's Justyce who is under attack.

"Vivid and powerful."Booklist,Starred About the AuthorNic Stone is a native of Atlanta and a Spelman College

graduate. After working extensively in teen mentoring and living in Israel for a few years, she returned to the United

States to write full-time. Dear Martin, her first novel, is loosely based on a series of true events involving the shooting

deaths of unarmed African American teenagers. Shaken by the various responses to these incidentsand to the pro- justice movement that sprang up as a resultStone began the project in an attempt to examine current affairs through the

lens of Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.s teachings. You can find her fangirling over her husband and sons on Twitter and

1From where hes standing across the street, Justyce can see her: Melo Taylor, ex-girlfriend, slumped over beside her

Benz on the damp concrete of the FarmFresh parking lot. Shes missing a shoe, and the contents of her purse are

scattered around her like the guts of a pulled party popper. He knows shes stone drunk, but this is too much, even for

her.Jus shakes his head, remembering the judgment all over his best friend Mannys face as he left Mannys house not

fifteen minutes ago.The walk symbol appears.As he approaches, she opens her eyes, and he waves and pulls his

earbuds out just in time to hear her say, What the hell are you doing here?Justyce asks himself the same question as he

watches her tryand failto shift to her knees. She falls over sideways and hits her face against the car door.He drops

down and reaches for her cheekwhich is as red as the candy-apple paint job. Damn, Melo, are you okay?She pushes

his hand away. What do you care?Stung, Justyce takes a deep breath. He cares a lot. Obviously. If he didnt, he

wouldntve walked a mile from Mannys house at three in the morning (Mannys of the opinion that Melos the worst

thing that ever happened to Jus, so of course he refused to give his boy a ride). All to keep his drunken disaster of an

ex from driving.He should walk away right now, Justyce should.But he doesnt.Jessa called me, he tells her.That

skankDont be like that, babe. She only called me because she cares about you.Jessa had planned to take Melo home

herself, but Mel threatened to call the cops and say shed been kidnapped if Jessa didnt drop her at her car.Melo can be

a little dramatic when shes drunk.Im totally unfollowing her, she says (case in point). In life and online. Nosy

bitch.Justyce shakes his head again. I just came to make sure you get home okay. Thats when it hits Justyce that while

he might succeed in getting Melo home, he has no idea how hell get back. He closes his eyes as Mannys words ring

through his head: This Captain Save-A-Ho thing is gonna get you in trouble, dawg.He looks Melo over. Shes now

sitting with her head leaned back against the car door, half-asleep, mouth open.He sighs. Even drunk, Jus cant deny

Melos the finest girl hes ever laid eyesnot to mention handson.She starts to tilt, and Justyce catches her by the

shoulders to keep her from falling. She startles, looking at him wide-eyed, and Jus can see everything about her that

initially caught his attention. Melos dad is this Hall of Fame NFL linebacker (biiiiig black dude), but her mom is from

Norway. She got Mrs. Taylors milky Norwegian complexion, wavy hair the color of honey, and amazing green eyes

that are kind of purple around the edge, but she has really full lips, a small waist, crazy curvy hips, and probably the

nicest butt Jus has ever seen in his life.Thats part of his problem: he gets too tripped up by how beautiful she is. He

never wouldve dreamed a girl as fine as her would be into him.Now hes got the urge to kiss her even though her eyes

are red and her hairs a mess and she smells like vodka and cigarettes and weed. But when he goes to push her hair out

of her face, she shoves his hand away again. Dont touch me, Justyce.She starts shifting her stuff around on the

groundlipstick, Kleenex, tampons, one of those circular thingies with the makeup in one half and a mirror in the other,

a flask. Ugh, where are my keeeeeeeys?Justyce spots them in front of the back tire and snatches them up. Youre not

driving, Melo.Give em. She swipes for the keys but falls into his arms instead. Justyce props her against the car again

and gathers the rest of her stuff to put it back in her bagwhich is large enough to hold a weeks worth of groceries (what

is it with girls and purses the size of duffel bags?). He unlocks the car, tosses the bag on the floor of the backseat, and

tries to get Melo up off the ground.Then everything goes really wrong, really fast.First, she throws up all over the

hoodie Jus is wearing.Which belongs to Manny. Who specifically said, Dont come back here with throw-up on my

hoodie.Perfect.Jus takes off the sweatshirt and tosses it in the backseat.When he tries to pick Melo up again, she slaps

him. Hard. Leave me alone, Justyce, she says.I cant do that, Mel. Theres no way youll make it home if you try to drive

yourself.He tries to lift her by the armpits and she spits in his face.He considers walking away again. He could call her

parents, stick her keys in his pocket, and bounce. Oak Ridge is probably the safest neighborhood in Atlanta. Shed be

fine for the twenty-five minutes it would take Mr. Taylor to get here.But he cant. Despite Mannys assertion that Melo

needs to suffer some consequences for once, leaving her here all vulnerable doesnt seem like the right thing to do. So

he picks her up and tosses her over his shoulder.Melo responds in her usual delicate fashion: she screams and beats

him on the back with her fists.Justyce struggles to get the back door open and is lowering her into the car when he

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hears the WHOOOOP of a short siren and sees the blue lights. In the few seconds it takes the police car to screech to a

stop behind him, Justyce settles Melo into the backseat.Now shes gone catatonic.Justyce can hear the approaching

footsteps, but he stays focused on getting Melo strapped in. He wants it to be clear to the cop that she wasnt gonna

drive so she wont be in even worse trouble.Before he can get his head out of the car, he feels a tug on his shirt and is

yanked backward. His head smacks the doorframe just before a hand clamps down on the back of his neck. His upper

body slams onto the trunk with so much force, he bites the inside of his cheek, and his mouth fills with blood.Jus

swallows, head spinning, unable to get his bearings. The sting of cold metal around his wrists pulls him back to

reality.Handcuffs.It hits him: Melos drunk beyond belief in the backseat of a car she fully intended to drive, yet Jus is

the one in handcuffs.The cop shoves him to the ground beside the police cruiser as he asks if Justyce understands his

rights. Justyce doesnt remember hearing any rights, but his ears had been ringing from the two blows to the head, so

maybe he missed them. He swallows more blood.Officer, this is a big misundersta he starts to say, but he doesnt get to

finish because the officer hits him in the face.Dont you say shit to me, you son of a bitch. I knew your punk ass was up

to no good when I saw you walking down the road with that goddamn hood on.So the hood was a bad idea. Earbuds

too. Probably wouldve noticed he was being trailed without them. But, Officer, IYou keep your mouth shut. The cop

squats and gets right in Justyces face. I know your kind: punks like you wander the streets of nice neighborhoods

searching for prey. Just couldnt resist the pretty white girl whod locked her keys in her car, could ya?Except that

doesnt even make sense. If Mel had locked the keys in the car, Jus wouldnt have been able to get her inside it, would

he? Justyce finds the officers nameplate; castillo, it reads, though the guy looks like a regular white dude. Mama told

him how to handle this type of situation, though he must admit he never expected to actually need the advice: Be

respectful; keep the anger in check; make sure the police can see your hands (though thats impossible right now).

Officer Castillo, I mean you no disrespI told your punk ass to shut the fuck up!He wishes he could see Melo. Get her

to tell this cop the truth. But the dude is blocking his view.Now, if you know whats good for you, you wont move or

speak. Resistance will only land you in deeper shit. Got it?Cigarette breath and flecks of spit hit Justyces face as the

cop speaks, but Justyce fixes his gaze on the glowing green F of the FarmFresh sign.Look at me when Im talking to

you, boy. He grabs Justyces chin. I asked you a question.Justyce swallows. Meets the cold blue of Officer Castillos

eyes. Clears his throat.Yes sir, he says. I got it.