The basement had been converted into a “game room.”It held court to not massive televisions sets all right next to each other, so when you watched a Mariah Carey music video, you could watch it sprawled across seven screens at once. My seven minutes in “heaven” had ended as quickly as they began.
It was the sort of thing upper-middle-class, uncultured adolescent dreams are made . I had jumped two bases at once, killed two birds with one preteen-boy stone.
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was about to attend my first ever co-ed “gathering.”I got dressed in my very best pastel pink ribbed turtleneck from the GAP and sprayed down the entire contents of my body with a stealth dose of Victoria's Secret pink strawberry body mist. Even though I was just a few months shy of 13, I was as smart as prepubescent 12-year-old girls come. Sexuality felt like a shiny new penny I wanted to pick up off the sidewalk and forever store in my pocket as a sentimental keepsake.
I had dutifully blow-dried my thick bangs, using a brush so round and so massive that their volume swelled to epic proportions. The gathering took place in the basement of the sprawling Connecticut estate of the wealthiest boy in school. ” screeched a skinny, ruddy, 12-year-old, obnoxious, little twerp I hated.
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