I never seen so many New
Wave goths in one place. I entered the restroom and did what I needed to do. As
I went to wash my hands and stood at the etched up mirror and stared at myself.
Could I be a part of this? This totally beats being made fun of at school or
dealing with my parents. I wanted to do better. My clothes suck and so did
my hair. Just then someone put his arm around me. It was that guy Darren that I
met by the donut shop.
“For god sakes sweetie, don’t let her dress you anymore. If
you want to get it right, come by the Dark wave clothing store…alone. This is a travesty and I
know you want better.” Darren said.
“She means well.” I said.
“She’s a 708er. A poser. I personally find her fucking annoying.
You should spend the day down here by yourself. You know, visit the shop then
maybe hit the record store, Trax. I promise you, after that, you’ll never need
to rely on her again.” Darren said.
“I'll think about it.” I said.
“Enjoy the club. Gotta go young lad, on a quest for some man
meat!” Darren said with a laugh.
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