My sister Karen is fourteen, and there
are times when it feels like she is growing away from me. Even at
her young age, she knows infinitely more than I do about style and
popular culture. She knows how to make friends, and boys ask her
out, whereas I am a lonely loser with only a few friends, and those
feeling like they are drifting away from me. I would like to look
like Karen. – I would like to be Karen, I think sometimes. I'm tired
of my world of dead history and literature no one else reads. Karen's
world is The Thompson Twins and wine coolers and Mollie Ringwald
movies. It seems fresh and alive.
