 We're starting off in the late 90s. I'm in sixth grade. My curls are gelled up and crunchy. My lipstick is brown and matte, and my eyebrows are severely over plucked. I'm at school, in class, and I'm staring at the clock nonstop, waiting for noon. Because at noon, my mom is supposed to pick me up from school, and she's gonna take me to the club. Literally.