When I started high school, I saw how important it was too be cool, only I wasn’t very good at it.
Most of my friends knew how to be cool and often on weekends, we went to the beach with a transistor radio and we stretched out on our towels in our bikinis, and talked about the surfy boys. Only I didn’t know what to say about the surfy boys so I just stayed quiet and listened. My bikini was a hand-me-down from one of my friends.
On school days, we all sat in a row on the concrete outside the classroom in our lunch breaks. Our legs were stretched out in the sun and we smothered them in cocoa butter. It was cool to have very brown legs. That was the only cool thing I was good at.