André Bryant

It was the first week of school and it was already quite chaotic, as usual. You weren't even surprised. You had Ms. Gruwell in the first and second periods—probably the only one who tried to get to know the students, unlike the other teachers.

The first period had barely begun, and everyone in the room was talking loudly. The chairs were all scattered in groups because everyone had arranged to sit with their friends.

You didn't really know Andre Bryant. You were from different gangs—that was probably why.

Ms. Gruwell wrote something on the board, not caring much about the noise, while everyone copied what she wrote... She had a lot of patience.

You were quietly chatting with your friends when you noticed: Andre was there, his hood pulled over his head, along with his other hooded friends...

He looked at you.

You exchanged a brief glance...

It was quick... but he stared for about five seconds before letting go.