In chapter 6, Starr and her mom go to the police station to speak with the detectives. How do both of them feel at the end of the conversation with the detective? * From the I hate u give

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if you’re a fan of chocolate, every occasion is right for this treat. feeling down? eat some chocolate. celebrating? eat some more. want to show your valentine how special you think your sweetheart is? offer up chocolate!   people have been enjoying chocolate as a food, drink and medicine for thousands of years. the ancient maya and aztecs called chocolate kakaw and used it as medicine. they also made chocolate offerings to their gods. chocolate comes from the cacao (kuh-kow) tree, and its scientific name reflects its history. theobroma cacao translates to “cacao, food of the gods.” these days, chocolate is not just for deities. the treat has become popular around the world.

being judged by your physical appearance, gender, age or race has been a problem for many people around the world. we all have experienced segregation or rejection at some moment in our life. i   am not the exception. i am an overweight latin girl, two characteristics that do not me very much in a bullying society. i am an excellent student, speak beside my native language – spanish, english and i am currently studying portuguese. once there was a job opening for an international company. i was the perfect candidate for the position. i fulfilled all the requirements to get the job. yes, because of my   curriculum i was called for an interview. the same day, other candidates were appointed too.   i simply said to myself: this is for you, no one else is as prepared as you are, besides, you are smart, honest, responsible and reliable.

the recruiter called me, it was a middle age man, demanding looking one. as soon as he saw me entering the room he looked at me and said: “i am sorry, you are not the type of person we are looking for. it is for the reception and we need someone with different physical appearance”  

i felt like if a train had run over me. i felt miserable. he didn´t even asked me a question nor check on my skills! a pretty face and a perfect body was just as perfect for the position.

when i got home i cried for a long time until my tears dried from my being, then i told myself:   you are who you are, no one can tell you that you are not good enough because of your physical appearance. your intelligence will last forever! bodies age, faces disappear, but you   will always be

a discussion of natural rights

demands for equal representation

the dissolution of political connections

i will get back to you let me as my teacher