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 shit 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 ...