Jet's Set

JULY 1999Brooklyn in the summer is hot, humid. It smells like sweat, and it rained every Thursday afternoon like clockwork. The hardest part of her morning was missing 

"Imagine having to do this every day, for the next four years?!" Mom was just loud enough for the large crowd to hear. Bridget tried to play it down. It was the first day of the school year. First day of ninth grade. First day of high school. Mom looked at her watch and down Flushing waiting for the B43 bus to arrive. It was ticking towards eight am. There was a large crowd, at least twenty-five deep of students, parents, and adults on their way to work or errands.

School had been in session three weeks and the administration began denial of entry for not wearing the uniform. Agatha hoped and wanted that it would fail. Uniforms in public school? They want be private schools so bad. It was after ten as Bridget came home the first time. Mr. Morales was turning away nearly half the student body. Most student didn't even bother to show up. Jet set down her keys and put her bag on the bench. She scheduled to finish breakfast, brew some coffee, get

Williamsburg Campus kicked off “Spirit Week.” The three student governments met up to organize theme days. The Girls were selected with Nadia, a petite girl with long hair and mint green eyes to represent the Freshmen Class. It'd been the works since school started and it the teams were doing really well so to further boost morale, the principals of all three schools wanted to reward their students. Monday was Retro Day and the girls dressed up as the Pink Ladies. Luna as Jan, Marty as her personal idol, Marty and Jet as Rizzo.

"Ten minutes, and we're coming after you," expressed Bea in the girls' bathroom finishing her lip gloss. It was the time honored tradition where groups of girls flock to the bathroom to check makeup, pee, gossip, and compare notes. As soon as the ended, I beelined straight for the girls to discuss his offer. "Ten? Twenty," Helena argued. She swiped some cheap pink lip gloss over her lips and puckered. Her eyes met mine. She had that usual condescending look. I paid it no mind because I was going nuts inside. A boy wanted to be alone with me. Six months ago boys didn't even want to be in the same room with me.