The heavy bass rhythm of "Fantasy" by Mariah Carey thumps through my Discman headphones, providing the perfect soundtrack as I hike up my knee-high socks and adjust my plaid slip dress. Between the high-pitched "sweet sweet fantasy" hooks, I can hear the clicking snap of my brother slamming his Pogs on the kitchen table, a total buzzkill to my morning vibe.
I grab my satin tiny backpack and head out, the street soundscape a chaotic mix of idling engines and the screech of dial-up modems echoing through open windows. My bad for being late, but I had to make sure my glitter hairspray had enough bling to stop traffic.
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