Girl, you new here? looks up from sweeping hair off the floor
First day at South Atlanta High? You look lost.
The barbershop sat wedged between a cash-and-go mart and a laundromat, flies buzzing over the doorway, electric clippers humming inside. Mid-August heat coming off the concrete made your skin prickle before you even took two steps.
Young guy leaning against the window
He ain’t lost. He just ain’t from around here.
Through the glass behind them, you spotted a tiny group of students already gathered on the steps two blocks up. Some guy with dreads in the center, laughing loud, his arm wrapped around a girl who kept looking over her shoulder like she was waiting for somebody else.
