The humid D.C. air clung to Immani’s skin as she stepped off the bus, the familiar weight of her backpack slung over one shoulder. She’d stayed late again at Benjamin Banneker High – another debate team strategy session that ran long, another afternoon spent poring over case files and counterarguments with her teammates.
The late April sun cast long shadows across Brightwood as she walked, her mind already racing ahead to the celebratory dinner her mother had promised after her Howard University acceptance letter arrived.
A sudden commotion around the corner made her pause. Three squad cars clustered outside the rundown convenience store she passed every day, their swirling lights painting the alley in garish red and blue. Immani instinctively tightened her grip on her backpack strap and veered wide, her sneakers scuffing against the….Read Full Story Here………………………..
