Huey.
'My name is Huey Freeman and I am ten years old.
What's the point of being here when the world is such a big place, and inside is a sad and lonely boy? I don't believe in God, but every night I pray. I don't know exactly who I'm praying to.. but I pray. I don't like it here either. I don't want to grow up around gangs and violence. I don't want to watch Riley grow up and become what he calls a thug; but to us its an asshole. I don't want to watch Grandad grow either. I think Dorothy was the only one for him. I don't wanna see him dating any more women. I am a very depressed person, I have no excitement for life, only if it has something to do with black history.
I often lay awake at night, thinking. I think about the future. My future. Riley's future. I try and ster Riley in the right direction but I can't. He's too difficult. He'll be on his own soon. I hope he enjoys having his own room. My future. I don't see myself having a future at all, although many people look at Riley and say "your brother has a future! Unlike you!" Stupid niggas. I sit alone on my bed, thinking about when I should tell them. Jazmine almost found out.
"Huey? Are you gonna do it?"
"I don't know."
"Please tell me."
"One day. Maybe not tomorrow, or the next day. But one day."
I feel sorry for Jaz. She has no friends, she hates to admit it but its true. Jaz, sorry for telling you that the tooth fairy isn't real. Riley, sorry for being a "gay ass hater." Granddad, sorry for drinking the orange juice and getting mad at you when you mix the broccoli with the pork. Mr. Dubois, sorry for not supporting you enough on the case.
And last but not least, me. Huey, sorry for making me ignore the fact that I'm upset with life and myself.
Farewell, Huey Freeman, 10
Then Huey pulled the trigger.