CHAPTER 3 – A NEW YEAR
It was a week before the start of my junior year, and I
was back-to-school shopping with my mom—which was just as embarrassing as it
sounds. I was actually never the type to
be embarrassed to be seen with my parents or family, though. I love my mom, and, besides, am I supposed to
be embarrassed I have parents? That being said, there’s nothing that makes
you feel more like a “little boy” than going in and out of a dressing room so
your mom can see how your clothes fit, and you don’t exactly want kids from
school seeing you do a model turn for your mother.
I had the reputation in my family as the “fashion-conscious”
one, which would have been hilarious to anyone who actually saw me dress as a
teenager. (There was this dude my
sophomore year who looked me over disdainfully one day and said, “I can’t
believe you can throw those clothes on in the morning and think you’re ready
for school.”)
