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RA 7: 1984.

Setting the mood: *non-existant record plays Hot Stuff - Donna Summer*

Andrea

I strode down the side street of my block on my way to high school like it was my personal bixch (aka my Runway).

I wore my custom made black faux leather jacket over my signature plain white T-shirt. My shiny, black leggings clung to my legs like super glue. My black pumps added an extra 3 inches to my average height and my hair, oh gosh. MY HAIR. flawless.

I had locks (not dreadlocks because no one is dreading the locks over here) that went beyond my buttocks and I was proud of the style.

Makeup was also on point by the way.

I was dressed like how many told me the "80s Bad Girl" [specifically 1984 girl to be specific. Only because I prefer that year] and to me, that is a compliment in everyway.

The 80s was the best time period. Ever.

Too bad I was a stupid baby throughout most of that time. The time of good t.v., Johnny Depp, attitude, mobile phones, and last but not least - Jawbreakers, which I actually broke my jaw trying to crack open.

I was stuck in it to say the least. The 90s sucked. For me especially.

I arrived at the hell-hole and zoned out on 3 of my classes before lunch.

Even though it was only 15 minutes, people managed to do lots of stuff.

Have a mini rave, and...we'll have a rave is all I can think of at the moment.

People sat and stood on tables all the time and it was always loud causing me to skip lunch altogether most days.

I sat at a table in the middle of the cafeteria with Sierra and Corbin and Fey and Debbie and a whole lot of other people who's names I did not know yet. They're the only people that are nice enough to let me sit with them because of my lack of friends. They ignored me a lot. Thank God for that.

It was Christmas time and everything was filled with blinking lights and chocolates and lights and red and green - all things I hated.

I stood out in comparison to all the ugly sweaters by wearing mostly black.

I liked it. I liked that I was the only Asian girl in my grade, weird since we are smack dab in the middle of Hawaii. I liked that my locks drew attention to my attire and my attitude.

I spoke my mind when I needed to and that was enough for me.

Apparently others too.

"Shut it! Shut it everyone," a kid from a table near the front of the cafeteria yelled as he waved his arms in the air.

"No announcements Carl," our lunch lady Glenda said as she waved her serving spoon in his direction.

"SHUT IT MOM!" he yelled back to her.

I didn't know that was his mom.

She shook her head ferociously. "Ok. I'll show you when we get home," she waved her so some more.

He physically cringed at this but continued on with his shenanigans.

He wore a red letterman jacket and was a pretty big dude. Kinda reminds me of Dave Karofsky from Glee.

Anyway, he had an announcement to make nonetheless and so I listened.

"Ok. Now, a dear old old old friend of mine has something he wants to say. To do actually."

My heart is racing. I have no idea why. It always does that with speeches.

Just then someone jumps over the table and walks over to someone sitting down.

He drags the boy by the hands to Carl.

"Jason. You're a cool guy," he takes a breather, "and I like you. A lot. I have since like 2 months ago."

Jason smiles at the sattention and his cheeks flush dark red.

"Wow. I like you too. Oh my gosh I might actually cry."

The other boy smiles at this and proceeds to ask, "So you wanna go out sometime? As more than friends?"

He stares expectantly at Jason's bowed head. Hope and vulnerability filled his eyes before Jason responded.

"Definitely!"

No too soon after, Carl jumped atop a chair, almost falling down with what looks to be a green leaf in his hands. He holds it above the boy's heads as everyone stares up to him, completely and utterly confused.

"Makeshift Mistletoe," he shrugs and answers all of our questions as 'Oh's echoed in the room.

The boys lean in for what has got to be the sweetest kiss of the century as Jason's new found partner pumps his left fist in the air declaring 'Victory!'

Whoops and cheers erupt in the room when they lock lips making them both smile, barely even able to kiss anymore.

Have you ever looked at people kiss before?

It's weird.

I tend to stare at the jawlines of the kissers when it's as public as this one.

That's weird too.

"Way to go John!" I hear Carl yell out as I walk out of the cafeteria.

I'm with Carl and all, but way to go Jason! John seems nice.

He picked a good one.