“Dang are you ready yet?!”my cousin Keena busted into the room, interrupting my flow.
I ignored her rudeness and responded, “Almost – I just gotta pin my hair up.”
“Hold up… that’s what you’re wearing tonight?” she asked with judging eyes.
“What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?” I asked, backing away from the mirror a little. I had on a fitted white t-shirt that said “93 til” in big black letters, dark skinny jeans that had a bunch of faint scratches after I tried my best to destroy them, and I was still barefoot because I hadn’t chosen shoes yet.
“You look like a tomboy or something,” she said, frowning and eyeing me up and down.
“What? You said we were going to see your friend at a rap show. I’m just trying to blend in,” I explained.