Lu Quotes in Ghost
And the coach kept saying stuff like, “Lu’s still the one to beat,” which was kinda pissing me off because . . . I don’t know. It just made me think about this kid Brandon at school, who always . . . ALWAYS picked on me. Not even just me, though. He picked on a lot of people, and didn’t nobody ever do nothing about it. They just said stupid stuff like, Can’t nobody beat him. Same kind of rah-rah this bowling-ball-head coach was kicking about this kid, Lu. It's just . . . ugh. I mean, he was fast, but honestly, he wasn’t that fast.
“Who you run for?” he asked. What? Who did I run for? What kind of question was that?
“I run for me. Who else?” I replied.
Who is he? I thought. What gave him the right to just make fun of me for no reason? Like he was perfect. He’s the one God ain’t color in. He’s the one who looked weird.
“I been around here before,” Patty said, skipping the hello. “I can’t remember when. But I know I been around here.”
“Me too,” Lu said. “Not really these parts, but my pops plays ball sometimes at the court down the street.”
“My dad’s in jail for trying to shoot me and my mother,” I blurted. And before anyone could say anything, I held my hands out for my utensils.
And it felt good to feel like one of the teammates. Like I was there—really, really there—as me, but without as much scream inside.
“Yeah,” Lu said from behind me. He put his hand on my shoulder. He runs, real, real, real fast,” he said, taunting Brandon. Lu Pulled me into him, grabbed me by the back on my neck. “It’s me and you,” he said, snapping me out of my Brandon Simmons nightmare state and back into focus.
Lu Quotes in Ghost
And the coach kept saying stuff like, “Lu’s still the one to beat,” which was kinda pissing me off because . . . I don’t know. It just made me think about this kid Brandon at school, who always . . . ALWAYS picked on me. Not even just me, though. He picked on a lot of people, and didn’t nobody ever do nothing about it. They just said stupid stuff like, Can’t nobody beat him. Same kind of rah-rah this bowling-ball-head coach was kicking about this kid, Lu. It's just . . . ugh. I mean, he was fast, but honestly, he wasn’t that fast.
“Who you run for?” he asked. What? Who did I run for? What kind of question was that?
“I run for me. Who else?” I replied.
Who is he? I thought. What gave him the right to just make fun of me for no reason? Like he was perfect. He’s the one God ain’t color in. He’s the one who looked weird.
“I been around here before,” Patty said, skipping the hello. “I can’t remember when. But I know I been around here.”
“Me too,” Lu said. “Not really these parts, but my pops plays ball sometimes at the court down the street.”
“My dad’s in jail for trying to shoot me and my mother,” I blurted. And before anyone could say anything, I held my hands out for my utensils.
And it felt good to feel like one of the teammates. Like I was there—really, really there—as me, but without as much scream inside.
“Yeah,” Lu said from behind me. He put his hand on my shoulder. He runs, real, real, real fast,” he said, taunting Brandon. Lu Pulled me into him, grabbed me by the back on my neck. “It’s me and you,” he said, snapping me out of my Brandon Simmons nightmare state and back into focus.
