I hate school! I thought as I walked back to my house. I hate 1982, and I hate being the focus of hate. I gritted my teeth and narrowed my eyes. This s**t has got to end.
I walked into the house and went straight to my mother's closet where she had all the cool clothes. Ha! She had a dress made of jersey material and an oversized belt. I checked out a sleeveless sundress with an A line that flared out around my knees. Yep, and she had suede gauchos while she bought me that cheap polyester crap. My mama had a closet full of hip clothes. I put everything back into place, but I was going to raid that closet.
I made dinner, which was frozen fish sticks, a box of Kraft mac 'n' cheese, and a can of doctored up string beans. Yeah, mama needed to let me go to the grocery store, and I was going
