LOGINFollow Bridget LittleJohn as she heads into her high school years in the 2000s Brooklyn. In a school across the borough in pre-gentrified Williamsburg, she discovers friends, boys, writing, and herself as Jet, a smart-alec with a dorky sense of self.
View MoreJUNE 2000Ms. Schneider offered up some great news last night. Some spots opened up and I could go to Berlin if I wanted. Without hesitation I accepted. Agatha left the choice up to me. She didn't give me Six Flags, she had to give me Berlin. There was no negotiations here. If she and Phillip had said no to this, I'd know once and for all they hated me and all gloves would he off at that point.
As fun as it was to host Aaliyah and Dana, it was also exhausting. During the school day, they got to go sightseeing. Mr. Green ventured them around the Financial District. I sat on theCharging Bull.Mr. Febus took us around along Chelsea at nearly every gallery he had access and connections to. We were enthralled to see a wall of TVs showing a guy having sex with a watermelon. Andy Warhol once said that art is anything you can get away with.I was used to getting out of class but to actually venture into the cit
He opened the door to the last room on the second floor, the master bedroom. A huge mirror ball hung from the ceiling. The bed was on the floor, fully made. The room looked unfinished and finished at the same time. All the other pieces of furniture were covered under tarps."Um," I started.
Bea's going to kill me. Luna's going to kill me. I had no business going to Queens. Helena and I sat on Pamela's brown leather couch as Dana and Aaliyah were upstairs packing her bags. Something happened between last night's phone call, and now. And I don't know what it was."So you're really not going to try," I asked Pamela. She was on the other couch clutching her Lisa Simpson stuffed doll and watching MTV's Spring Break.





